"Ximeng," Mu Ling really didn't know how to explain it. Should he say that it was Mu Feng who insisted on doing that?
In fact, Mu Ling didn't want to stop Mu Feng's actions, because he was concerned about Mo Yan... Well, Mu Ling had to sigh, how could such a person be a man?
"If the emperor hadn't been willing, do you think it would have been so easy to hook up with the emperor with just a proton?" Mu Ling also knew that Mo Yan and Mu Feng had known each other for more than just a day or two. Mo Yan had been with Mu Feng in the early years.
Under the wings
Mu Ximeng pouted after hearing this, but was still very dissatisfied, "It's because he looks neither male nor female, otherwise how could the emperor like him?"
In fact, Mu Feng has never had a wife and concubines in these years, and people outside have suspected it. Now Mu Feng's actions just confirmed everyone's suspicions. It turns out that Mu Feng not only has a sweetheart, but this sweetheart is also a man.
Mu Ximeng's mother-in-law died early, and she has not had a mother-in-law since she was a child. Fortunately, these royal brothers were kind to her, so she developed such a character.
"Ximeng, don't mess with Mo Yan," Mu Ling knew that with Mu Ximeng's character, she would never let Mo Yan go. Maybe Mu Ximeng had already figured out how to deal with Mo Yan at this moment.
The thought of Mu Ximeng going to deal with Mo Yan made Mu Ling feel uncomfortable. He was not afraid that Mu Ximeng would offend Mu Feng, but he didn't want Mo Yan to be hurt.
"It's too late to tell now," Mu Ximeng winked at Mu Ling and said excitedly, "Just now, I was chasing someone..."
Mu Ximeng immediately realized that she said something she shouldn't have said, so she hurriedly said, "Actually, that's not important. Then I saw a very beautiful man in white clothes. I guess that person was the hateful proton. So
I just...I just..."
"What happened?" Mu Ling's heart dropped, "What did you do to him?"
Mu Ling stood up and grabbed Mu Ximeng's hand tightly, which made Mu Ximeng's brows knit together.
"Actually, it didn't do anything, I just slapped him," Mu Ximeng shrugged, "And he didn't say anything after that, so he probably knew he was wrong."
"What's wrong?" Mu Ling gritted his teeth, "Don't mess with him next time."
Thinking of a bright red palm print on Mo Yan's fair and tender face, Mu Ling felt very uncomfortable.