The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 20

"Since you know, please tell us quickly." The captor said earnestly.

"That's right, since you are a relative of your lord, you are also our brother, how can you not help your brother when he is in trouble?" Catcher B tried to persuade him while making friends.

He said that he is a relative of the lord, if he pleases him now, maybe his salary can be a little more... The evil sprout in the heart of the head catcher.

"Yes, yes, my lord, please make a sound too!"

Head catcher C suggested to Liang Fuying who was already in a stiff state, after all, that beggar didn't care about them at all, so it seemed that the adults had to ask.

As soon as these words came out, everyone focused their attention on Liang Fuying... the beggar. (It's so confusing)

What happened to that beggar?

Even if you meet relatives in a foreign country, you don't have to be so clingy, right?

The beggar who had just arrived at Liang Fuying's shoulder raised a smile, but it wasn't really a smile, after all, the dust on his face was still very mysterious.

The beggar stood on tiptoe, leaned against Liang Fuying's ear, and called out sweetly and gracefully: "Uncle."

Goosebumps all over the place, the arresters finally understood why their adults had such strange expressions when they saw this beggar!

Come to think of it, who would be happy to have such a relative?

Liang Fuying's slender fingers were tightly clenched, his face was as green as cabbage, and finally, after trembling for a long time, he fell to the ground.

"Uncle (adult), are you alright?" the beggar worriedly wanted to pull Liang Fuying up from the ground, but his strength was not strong enough.

Several quick-response head-captors lifted Liang Fuying from the ground, and when they were about to help him to the inner room, they heard some angry words.

"I think we don't need to save people..." a tall headhunter muttered in a low voice.

The catcher who supported Liang Fuying shouted angrily: "Coward, even if you go to the pan of oil and go up the mountain of knives, you have to save the holy majesty!"

"Yes, even if you risk your life, you must save the Holy Majesty!"

"Whatever method!"

"We will never give up!"

Everyone you say, I say the same, say very happy.

The tall Catcher was trembling, he stretched out his finger and pointed out the door.

"But...they're back..."

Under the bright moonlight, I saw two very familiar figures standing outside the door.

The wind blew leisurely, and the hair of the two danced strangely.

With a "plop", Liang Fuying fell to the ground again.

"Ghost!"

"They're back for their lives!"

"Help, we are innocent."

......

Looking at the people in the room, except for Liang Fuying who fainted and the little beggar who was all dirty, who were calmer, everyone else was in a mess.

Mu Fuyuan and Yun Fengchao looked at each other, and they both sighed helplessly at the same time.



The morning in the capital is always so lively, and the hardworking people will get up in the morning to do everything.

But today, it seems so unusual that the doors of every house are closed tightly.

The street was also deserted, with a few traces of chilly wind blowing up dust all over the place.

Could it be that... the foreigners have invaded the capital?

Judiciary

"Is this news true?" Mu Fuyuan's bright eyes looked seriously at Liang Fuying, who had a dignified face.

Liang Fuying lowered his head and pondered. He was not sure whether the news was true, after all, no one saw it with his own eyes.

"Whether it's true or not, Mr. Mu should discuss the countermeasures with His Majesty first."

Nodding their heads, Mu Fuyuan and Liang Fuying thanked, then turned and walked back to the room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mu Fuyuan looked down at the sleeping person.

If it is true as the news spread, then the Holy Majesty can go back to the palace and continue to be the emperor safely.

only......

Mu Fuyuan stretched out his hand to help Yun Fengchao pull the quilt, but was stopped when he was about to stand up.

"Well......"

The dreaming voice was full of dependence, causing Mu Fuyuan's body to tremble suddenly, and he turned his head unconsciously.

Looking at the hand held by Yunfeng Chaojin, the faint warmth and fragrance are transmitted through that hand.

Slightly grasping Yun Fengchao's hand, the corners of Mu Fuyuan's mouth slightly curled up.

The fiery red bangs were docilely placed on the forehead, and the heroic eyebrows were also wrinkled together as if thinking of something, Mu Fuyuan studied the expressive Yun Fengchao curiously.

What are you dreaming about?

There is a folk legend that the dreamer will forget everything in the dream after waking up.

He is not.

Sometimes I dream about everything when I was a child, and I can't even forget it sometimes.

Yun Fengchao, who was sleeping peacefully at first, suddenly let out a loud cry and jumped up from the bed.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

Hearing Mu Fuyuan's concern, Yun Fengchao stretched out his arms without saying a word, hugged Mu Fuyuan and burst into tears.

Blinking his eyes twice in astonishment, Mu Fuyuan stretched out his hand and patted Yun Fengchao's back to help him relax.

Mostly a nightmare, right?

Yun Fengchao, who was crying so hard, suddenly stretched out his hand to push away a little distance, and touched Mu Fuyuan here, where to look.

"My lord?" Mu Fuyuan asked puzzledly, and frowned slightly.

Although he was puzzled, he still didn't stop Yun Fengchao's actions.

Yun Fengchao, who had been busy like this for a while, finally opened his mouth, and bit Mu Fuyuan's neck.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Hearing Mu Fuyuan cry out in pain, Yun Fengchao seemed to be stunned, looked at Mu Fuyuan, and did not move at all.

"Are you scared?"

Thinking that Yun Fengchao was frightened by the nightmare, Mu Fuyuan reached out and hugged him into his arms, humming an unknown song softly.

Yun Fengchao, who put his head in Mu Fuyuan's arms, quietly did not move, and Mu Fuyuan did not do anything else, humming the ditty all the time.

"I... dreamed of you... covered in blood..." After a while, the words in a crying voice came out from his arms.

"That's fake." Without thinking too much, Mu Fuyuan took Yun Fengchao's hand and stroked his cheek.

The warm touch made Yun Fengchao's tears fall.

The hand held by Mu Fuyuan seemed to be conscious, gently rubbing on Nuannuan's cheek.

Feeling the movement on his cheek, Mu Fuyuan smiled softly, and squeezed Yun Fengchao's hand tightly.

Before Yun Fengchao could react, Mu Fuyuan opened his mouth and bit on that slender finger.

The bite obviously didn't stay strong, and the blood wet the lips along the fingers, as if painting red makeup on the lips.

"Pain pain pain!!!"

Suddenly wanted to pull his hand back, but Yun Fengchao, who was weak because he just woke up, was obviously not strong enough for someone who was going crazy.

Staring at Mu Fuyuan who was smiling leisurely in front of him with tears in his eyes, Yun Fengchao almost gritted his teeth.

"Let me go!" The slightly hoarse voice greatly reduced the momentum of this sentence, and the tears still on the cheeks made the momentum of this sentence disappear even more.

Mu Fuyuan stretched out the other one, and wiped away the shiny teardrop with his fingertips.

"My lord, do you want to go back to the palace?" Asked pretending not to care, but Mu Fuyuan knew that at this moment, he hoped to get a negative answer.

Yun Fengchao obviously did not expect Mu Fuyuan to ask such a question suddenly, return to the palace?

But then again, after being out of the palace for so long, he never thought of going back to the palace...

Thinking hard, Yun Fengchao shook his head greatly.

"I think, although there are many memorials in the palace that make me sleep well all night, and there are many people I hate, but..." Yunfeng suddenly hung up on his cheeks. There were two red tides, and the voice was obviously much lower, "I said that I would be a good emperor."

After finishing speaking, Yun Fengchao bowed his head in embarrassment, but missed the flash of disappointment on Mu Fuyuan's face.

"Your Majesty will be a good emperor." The original charming atmosphere disappeared without a trace.

Letting go of Yun Fengchao's hand, Mu Fuyuan stood up.

Yun Fengchao looked at Mu Fuyuan unaccustomed to Mu Fuyuan's sudden change of attitude.

"My lord, it's time to wake up." Mu Fuyuan reminded with a warm smile.

It was still that indifferent smile, but Yun Fengchao felt that there was something more in that smile.

"Do you have something to say?" Yun Fengchao asked seriously, holding Mu Fuyuan's arm.

Raising the other hand and gently pushing away Yun Fengchao's restraint, the smile on Mu Fuyuan's lips faded away.

"My lord, you lost your composure." Mu Fuyuan reminded softly, and stepped out of the room.

Only Yun Fengchao looked at the palm of his hand for a long time without being able to return to his senses, there was still a lingering warmth of an elegant fragrance on it.