He was wearing a blue brocade robe, with water ripples embroidered on the front and back, and in the middle of the water ripples, there was a pattern of five auspicious clouds, which was magnificent, but the smile on his lips was a little bit evil.
"Does Prince Gong have anything else to say to me? I and Prince Gong are not that familiar with each other, right?"
He was startled, then smiled and said: "Ask your maid to just stand there. Regarding whether we are familiar with each other, Xiao Wang thinks you won't want your maid to hear it."
Mu Yunsang suddenly thought of the emperor's birthday, when she punched him mindlessly, but he took the initiative to rescue her.
According to the situation where Prince Gong and the Crown Prince were fighting angrily and secretly, he should have taken the opportunity to add insult to injury.
Now that he said this, he behaved and spoke quite wildly towards her. It was probably the two of them who had known each other before.
"Hai Marriage, go find a bamboo pole and hook up my cloak and headdress."
"Yes, Master!"
Haiyuan turned back, but looked at the bridge with some worry.
It wasn't until Haiyun's footsteps moved away that Mu Yunsang raised his head and showed a lazy smile: "So, Prince Gong, you can tell me how familiar we are."
"Is your memory so bad that you can't even remember how familiar you are with me?"
He actually knew things that Beichen Mofeng didn't know.
"Haha!" She laughed, noncommittal.
His dark eyes fell ambiguously on her lips: "Xiao Wang has tasted these red lips before. It's so familiar that you can forget them?"
How did he know that the Mu Yunsang in front of him was no longer the little girl he had met before? He thought that Mu Yunsang deliberately wanted to forget their past, fearing that this past would affect her relationship with Beichen Mofeng.
Mu Yunsang's dark eyes tightened. Could this be the so-called fate? She was betrayed by Chang Zirong in her previous life, but she still has to be entangled with a man with the same face as Chang Zirong in this life.
Humph, even if she is entangled, it is the former Mu Yun Sang. She does not remember everything about that Mu Yun Sang, so she can deny everything about that Mu Yun Sang's past.
"Prince Gong, what do you mean, we kissed?"
He didn't expect that she would ask so directly. He looked stunned, as if he didn't recognize her.
When he first met her, she was a submissive and silent little girl.
Later, they met several times in the capital. They did have skin-to-skin contact, but it was not like the kiss she said.
He looked at her face curiously. Did she really not remember, or was she pretending to be stupid for him?
In just one year after entering the palace, what had she experienced? Why did she look like a transgender?
But it is undeniable that she used to attract his attention at most, but ever since she punched him out of the blue that day in the Qiankun Palace, he really started to miss her a little bit.
Later, he heard from Tianyin that she just broke into Deyang Palace in her pajamas. When she saw so many courtiers from Honglu Temple, she did not rush out and retreated leisurely. He was sure that he was right.
She became interested.
The things that interested him, especially those belonging to Beichen Mofeng, he wanted more and more.
Because you want it, you miss it, because you miss it, you are jealous, and because you are jealous, you want to tempt.
He would appear in Taiye Pond not occasionally, but shortly after she left. He also left the table and looked for many places. Finally, he was attracted by the cheerful laughter here in Taiye Pond.
She was dancing on the Taiye Pond like a fairy, and just like that, she crashed deeply into his heart.
He wanted it even more.
"Haha, it's not a kiss, that's it."
The moment the handsome face approached, Mu Yunsang's first instinctive reaction was to punch hard and fast.
The speed and strength were so fast that Beichen Yixuan couldn't dodge. He suddenly felt a dull pain on his right cheek. This fist was heavier, faster and more painful than the first one. Haha, have you made any progress?
His head was knocked to the side, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He gently touched the blood with his slender fingers. Looking at the bright red color of his fingertips, his smile became more and more evil.
"I haven't seen you in a few years, but I've grown from a little eggplant into a little pepper."
We haven’t seen each other for a few years, so we really know each other.
"Prince Gong, please respect yourself."
She sneered, turned around and called Hai Yu: "Okay, let's go back, His Highness is still waiting."
Looking back, cold and distant eyes fell on him again: "What happened tonight, the first one, I thank you, the last one, I will just pretend it never happened."
"Yunsang."
He called her affectionately.
She frowned in disgust, but handed a bamboo flute in front of her: "I have kept it for you for so many years, and I didn't plan to return it to you, but I think this is also a thought given to you by your master, so it would be better if you keep it.
"
Master, he probably meant the nun who raised her, or the master wife of the nunnery. She didn't know that Mu Yunsang used to call the people in the nunnery this way.
"Thanks!"
He took it and she was about to leave, but his tone was a little disappointed: "Give it back to me. It seems that you have really forgotten a lot of things. You have never seen this flute before. It belongs to me."
Playing tricks on her, right? Mu Yunsang has no memory of bullying her, right?
Cheating stuff.
"Give it back, hum!" She picked up the flute and threw it into the Taiye Pond.
She didn't notice that his eyes flickered, and there was a hint of gloominess in his eyes.
Haiyun also picked up all the things she had thrown away when she was in a mood. Suddenly she heard the sound of something falling on the ice. After saying hello to Beichen Yixuan, she asked Muyun Sang: "Master,
Something has fallen down again, do you want me to go fish it out?"
"It's not my property, let's go."
Haiyun blessed Beichen Yixuan and followed Mu Yunsang to the banquet place.
On the Taiye Bridge, Beichen Yixuan looked at the flute that had slipped far away on the ice, snorted coldly, and flew down, skipping over the ice like a swallow.