He deliberately pushed Leng Qi away, but Mu Yunsang was in a hurry and couldn't put on the mask. He only heard his footsteps gradually approaching after Leng Qi left. Mu Yunsang felt a little cold in his heart, probably this was his damn fate.
She simply gave up putting the mask on her face. She stood with her back to her, feeling his breath getting closer and closer. At this moment, her mood was inexplicably calm, probably because, even if she saw him face to face again, she would feel sad in her heart.
It's definitely because there won't be half a ripple.
I was really disappointed with Beichen Mofeng.
So much so that when he hugged her from behind, she didn't react at all.
"Why are you drinking with your back to me?"
"kindness!"
She responded indifferently, not even bothering to disguise her voice.
As if he was completely unaware, he smiled fondly and said, "Leng Zhaoxun's peach blossom wine is a unique craft. How does it taste?"
"very good!"
She was still concise and to the point, with no waves in her tone. She was just waiting for the moment she turned around to see the shocked expression on his face.
But he didn't seem to have any intention of letting her turn around, and he still held her like that. The night wind was already very warm, and the temperature of her body when he pressed it was also warm. His chest was as broad as ever, but she didn't want it.
Lean on this chest.
"The Crown Princess is back. Wait until tomorrow, and I will report to the Queen Mother and canonize you as a minister."
She sneered: "Your Highness doesn't care that I am a stone girl. Why does Your Highness like me?"
Logically speaking, her tone and question were offensive, but he didn't look angry at all.
"What do you think?"
He didn't answer the question.
Mu Yunsang said straightforwardly: "Your Highness likes my beauty, right?"
He chuckled, noncommittal.
"I heard from Leng Zhaoxun that you have a very deep relationship with the Crown Princess. You even wanted to destroy the entire East Palace for the sake of the Crown Princess. Your Highness, is this what Leng Zhaoxun calls a deep relationship? The Crown Princess just left.
In one month, you can be intimate with me and my concubine again. Is it because you have never shown true love to the Crown Princess, or is this the kind of person you are, Your Highness, who treats any woman like nothing else?"
Her tone was undoubtedly harsh and not at all polite.
He was silent.
Shaoqing slowly spoke: "Who gave you the right to question this king?"
Angry?
No, she is wrong.
"I really like my temper. Since you want to know, I will tell you that there will always be only one woman in my heart."
Su Jinxiu?
"oh?"
"Don't you want to know who that woman is?"
"In no mood."
His hand holding her waist suddenly tightened, and bursts of hot breath hit her ears: "That woman - is - you."
Ha, hahaha, Mu Yunsang really wants to laugh!
Beichen Mofeng, it's hard to tell that he is a master at picking up girls. How many people has he said this to?
Su Jinxiu? Wu Dieyu? Wu Dieer? "Yingrong"?
There will be more in the future, right?
"north……"
He really made her feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.
No longer wanting to pretend, she wanted to see how he would be caught off guard and off guard after seeing her true appearance.
However, just as he was about to turn around, there was a sudden noise outside: "Here comes someone, catch the assassin, catch the assassin."
Beichen Mofeng held her hand and immediately let go. He said, "Wait for me here any longer, don't go anywhere." He turned around and left the pavilion.
Mu Yunsang turned around and looked at his back with indescribable disgust. He had seen so many cheap men. This was the first time he had seen such a cheap man.
"How's it going? I'm here to pick you up."
The sound that suddenly came from the darkness made Mu Yunsang wary for a while. He followed the dim candlelight in the yard and saw a slender and tall figure standing behind a pillar of the pavilion. He was wearing a white robe with splashes of freehand ink and his hair was casual.
He was draped over his shoulders, with a peach-like face, a pair of red and phoenix eyes, and a bit of evil charm. He was a very handsome man. Mu Yunsang didn't recognize him, but this tone was familiar to her.
"Demon Lord?"
asked tentatively.
He turned over and entered the pavilion with a smile, reached for the wine bottle on the table, smelled it, and enjoyed it very much: "At three o'clock in the morning, exactly, I am here to pick you up."
At this moment, she really wanted to kill him with one palm. This bastard actually deceived her like this.
"You don't have to come. There's actually nothing wrong with the life of a princess. It's better to eat, drink and sleep well than to live a captive life in your bamboo house."
He was beautiful. His face was more refined than last time. Last time he was just a white-faced scholar. This time, on the basis of the white-faced and scholarly look, he added a bit of evil spirit. He was dressed in a splash-ink landscape robe, which set it off even more.
Such a face is so perfect that it looks like an immortal.
When she teased her like this, he pretended to be surprised: "I didn't expect you to still want to stay, so just think that I came here in vain and leave."
She was gnashing her teeth in anger!
"Demon Lord!"
"What's the matter? Noble Crown Princess? The common people are very busy. If you have anything to say, please give me your instructions immediately!"
He did it on purpose, he did it on purpose, he was just waiting for her to beg him in such a leisurely manner.
"Take me away!"
It's true that a tiger has been bullied by a dog. She is the king of hell, but the assassin has to bow to him.
"You must have heard it wrong! Didn't the Crown Princess say that the palace has good food, drink and sleep?"
"You...are you going to take me with you? If you don't take me with you, get out of here."
Bow her head, bow her head, she has a bad temper, even if she lowers her head, she still can't control it.
He was slightly startled by the curse words, and Shaoqing burst into laughter.
"Let's go, empress!" He held out his hand to her in an angry tone.
Putting your hand on his palm, his palm was cold. I didn't know if he had any terminal illness. The weather had gotten warmer, but his hand was still as cold as ice.
He took her into the air and stepped on the city wall all the way out. He seemed to deliberately make the noise louder, but it was strange that the soldiers guarding and patrolling the city did not feel the movement of the two of them at all.
After leaving the city gate and landing in front of the soldiers, who still didn't respond, she realized that although these people's eyes were open, their expressions were confused and confused, and it was obvious that their souls had wandered too far.
If one soul wanders too weakly, it means laziness. If a bunch of souls wander too weakly, it must be because the devil has tampered with it.
After leaving the city, he still didn't let go of her hand. She twitched and couldn't pull it away. Looking at his proud look, she snorted and let him go.
After crossing the moat, you are far away from the city gate.
She looked at him and asked, "Has the purpose been achieved?"
He pretended to be confused: "What is the purpose?"
"A beauty trap? You gave me such a face just to let me know what kind of person Beichen Mofeng is?"