home with a good wife

Yan Mu wanted to ask him a lot, why he left Fusang without saying a word, why he didn't tell him where he was going, why... appeared in the palace?

Yan Mu opened his mouth, but felt his throat sore. He looked at Chu Simiao with red eyes, "Mu Mu, don't cry." Chu Simiao kissed the corner of Yan Mu's eyes, his heart ached so much, he really wanted to He slapped himself. At first, he thought that he was just greedy for the young man's body. He thought that there was no responsibility between him and the young man. However, he missed him during the time he couldn't see him.

Thinking of his smile, thinking of his sweet taste, the three thousand beauties in Chu Simiao's harem, the world is all his, he always takes it for granted, brings the person he likes with him, and if he doesn't like it, throw it away when he gets bored step aside.

But for Yan Mu, for the first time, he had an urgent desire to get someone's affection, even, he had to.

Now, Yan Mu is right in front of him, every inch of skin is tempting him to go crazy, Chu Simiao leans him against the wall, and eagerly kisses his lips.

"Hey... Simiao, wait a minute." Yan Mu struggled and gently pushed Chu Simiao away, "What's wrong?" Chu Simiao asked in a low voice.

Yan Mu looked at him for a long time, with serious eyes, as if he wanted to carve the figure carefully into his eyes, then he turned his head away, and Chu Simiao heard a choked sob, Yan Mu's shoulders trembled, as if trying to endure something.

Chu Simiao's whole heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, he hurriedly hugged Yan Mu, and coaxed in a low voice: "Mu Mu, don't... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left without saying a word, I..."

Yan Mu turned around and punched him in the stomach, oh, it really hurt... Chu Simiao frowned and smiled, and he said with a playful smile: "Aren't you angry? Mu Mu..." Yan Mu looked at him, Seriously: "Why are you here? You are not here to assassinate the emperor, are you?" Yan Mu lowered his voice nervously.

Chu Simiao couldn't laugh or cry, what was baby Mu Mu thinking?How could it be possible to dress like this and swagger to assassinate the emperor...?!

However, you can't tell him directly that the idle young man who wanders outside every day is the current emperor, and this will scare the little Mu Mu... Chu Simiao opened the folding fan, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of smiles: "Mu Mu, In fact, I am the current emperor..." Yan Mu's eyes widened.

"My right arm, King Chu Xiang." Chu Simiao said, sorry, Chen Aiqing, I used you as a shield.

King Chuxiang? !Yan Mu had heard a little bit that the first king with a foreign surname since the founding of the Four Seas Dynasty had outstanding talents and deep strategies. Yan Mu couldn't believe it when he saw the handsome man in front of him.

"Are you really King Chu Xiang?!" Yan Mu blinked.

"Of course, otherwise why would I be here?" Chu Simiao tapped Yan Mu's head lightly with a folding fan, and Yan Mu raised his eyes to look at him: "It's true." "Then what are you doing here, Mu Mu?" ?" Chu Simiao said, seeing him with Mrs. Cheng, Chu Simiao also guessed something in his heart.

"I came with my aunt, and my aunt is a married wife." Yan Mu said.

So that's how it is...Xiao Jing, we are really destined.Chu Simiao couldn't laugh or cry, he kissed Yan Mu's lips and said, "Mu Mu, let's go."

"Go? Where are you going? The dinner party is about to start." Yan Mu said, Chu Simiao took Yan Mu's hand, turned around and left, "It doesn't matter if you don't go."

"Ehhh?!"

Palace of Preservation, Princess Changle's birthday dinner begins. The harp is played, the dancers are dancing smartly, and their clothes are fluttering. The princess of Changle and the horse are sitting in the hall. Cold air.

Li Feng, the county horse, sat beside her, sitting upright with a stiff expression.

The queen mother frowned slightly as she looked at the agile dancer, and said softly to the eunuch beside her, "Have you found the emperor yet? Look around."

"Yes, Empress Dowager." The eunuch saluted and hurriedly withdrew.

The queen mother clenched her fists: "Where did Miao'er go? She is becoming more and more unruly!!"

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