The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

At noon the next day, Mu Beimo looked at Yang'er's face, and slowly touched Ming Yang's back with his big hands. At this time, Ming Yang was sleeping soundly in Mu Beimo's arms, feeling the temperature on his back, He also subconsciously rubbed his head in Mu Beimo's arms.After a long time, Ming Yang finally showed signs of waking up. He kicked his feet habitually, and tried to stretch his body backwards. "Hiss!" His waist was sore and painful, and he felt uncomfortable even if he moved.

Um?Ming Yang touched forward with his hand, and what he touched was a large piece of hard chest muscle?

"Ah!" Ming Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Mu Beimo propping his head up and looking at him with a faint smile.

"Morning!" Mu Beimo looked at Ming Yang's actions with a funny face.

Why is he sharing the same bed with your brother Beimo, he must be dreaming, so Ming Yang pinched himself, and it really didn't hurt, alas, he was dreaming again.However, this feeling doesn't seem to be his own?

"Yang'er, is it comfortable to pinch me?" Mu Beimo took a breath, propped his head up with a smile, and looked at the changing expressions on Ming Yang's beautiful face.

"Ah!" Ming Yang looked at the hand he was holding on to Mu Beimo, then withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and touched his head.

By the way, the memory came to my mind, last night in the gazebo by the lake, the two of them, ahem... Ming Yang blushed, and shrank himself into the quilt.

"Haha, it's time to get up, little lazy cat, it's time to go up." Mu Beimo frowned with a smile, sat up, pulled him out of the quilt, and rubbed Ming Yang's soft hair.

"Well, let me lie down for a while, okay? I'm so tired. It's all your fault!" Ming Yang pressed his waist, put his head on Mu Beimo's lap, and looked up, dissatisfied. Looking at him eagerly, my heart seemed to be filled with honey.

"Okay, it's all my fault, come here, rub it for you." Mu Beimo turned him over with a smile, and gently rubbed Ming Yang's waist, his eyes were full of doting smiles.

"Well, it's comfortable!" Ming Yang spread out lazily, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.Ming Yang can even imagine that the two of them will enjoy life so comfortably every day in the future, and when the child grows up, they will pour water on him and Mu Beimo and call them Daddy.etc!How can there be children?Where is the child, Ming Yang shook the thoughts in his head, goosebumps arose.But thinking about it, he started to worry again. Both he and himself need someone to inherit the position, and now he can't give birth, so what should we do? Do we want to find a concubine to give Mu Bei a strange child?Oh, by the way, doesn't Mu Beimo have a side concubine?Ask her to give birth?Ming Yang thought about it, if that Di Qiu had skin-to-skin relationship with Mu Beimo, he would never be able to stand it!Alas, as an emperor and a man, Ming Yang felt a little worried.

"Yang'er, what are you thinking?" Mu Beimo looked at Ming Yang for a long time, longing for a while, and frowning for a while. The look was very cute, so he asked with a smile.

"Huh? I want to give birth to you!" Ming Yang opened his eyes, and looked at Mu Beimo with disgust.

"Really?" Mu Beimo was really shocked, but in an instant, the corners of his mouth curled up and he asked in a frivolous tone.

"Eh!" Ming Yang blinked, as if he said something incredible just now! "No, that, I mean find a woman to carry on your family!" Ah, it seems that the description is getting darker and darker!Ming Yang watched as Mu Beimo's face became darker and darker after hearing the word "woman", and he reacted super fast, and quickly got up.

"Where do you want to go?" Mu Beimo stretched out his hand, and Ming Yang was dragged back by his waist and fell into Mu Beimo's arms.

"Ahh! Don't hit me!" Ming Yang saw Mu Beimo raise his hand, and covered his face in panic.But the imagined pain didn't come, but a palm covered his head, emitting heat, gently rubbing his hair.

"Eh?" Ming Yang moved his hand away in doubt, but saw the man staring at him with a smile on his face.

"Yang'er, how could I be willing to beat you? I just want you to understand that I, Mu Beimo, will never want anyone but you in my whole life." Mu Beimo withdrew the smile on his face and held tightly Embracing Mingyang, buried her head in Mingyang's neck.Yang'er, in this life, although I can't live forever with you, I would rather die than betray you.

The warm breath sprayed on the neck, warm and hot, and there was a little itchiness, just like Ming Yang's heart at the moment, like a pool of lake water, falling into a huge stone, in Ming Yang's heart, agitated There was a big ripple.

"Okay! Yang'er, in this life, brother Beimo is the only one!" Ming Yang choked with sobs, hugged Mu Beimo back, and felt warm liquid slipping from his eye sockets.In the chest cavity is full of happiness.

The two are comfortable here, but the ministers are anxious in the hall. It is almost an hour after the court time, and the prince and the emperor have not come yet, which is really strange.

Wanting to come here, King Mo has always been strict with himself and never allowed himself to have such a situation, but what happened today?

Finally, after a while, King Mo appeared with the emperor, and why did the emperor's legs feel a little lame?

"My loves, please play if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do." Ming Yang sat on the dragon chair, a little restless, and just wanted to go back and have a good rest after the end.

Mo Xihe exchanged a look with Ming Haoxuan, and smiled ambiguously at Mu Beimo.Anyone can see that Ming Yang doesn't want to listen to the music at the moment, but there are still some people who don't understand the situation and rush to express themselves.

Ming Yang listened to a bunch of nonsense and sat uncomfortably, and began to get a little impatient.These ministers are really serious. They can't do a good job, but they can talk about it.

"Your Majesty, I have an instruction book." Nie Shenhai took a look at the minister who said the same thing, so he took a step forward and bowed.

"Go ahead."

"I think that King Mo is already twenty-four, but has no heirs yet. I see that the daughter of the Qin family is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is gentle and elegant. She is actually the opposite of King Mo. Why don't you ask the emperor to give you a gift for King Mo?" How about making a marriage contract so that King Mo can have an heir as soon as possible?"

"Prime Minister is really carefree. It's okay to think about the emperor's heir every day. Even King Mo's life-long affairs, the prime minister has to get involved." Mo Xihe said with a sarcastic smile.

"How can you say that, King Yu? Nie is just out of kindness..." Nie Xiang heard the sarcasm in Mo Xihe's words that he was a dog picking a mouse, but he still gritted his teeth and smiled. welcome.

"Enough!" Ming Yang sat on the dragon chair, and coldly interrupted Nie Shenhai, "I think the prime minister seems to have nothing to do recently, and he has been acting as a matchmaker everywhere. In the future, the issue between me and King Mo's heirs will be resolved." No one is allowed to mention it again, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! If there is nothing wrong, then retreat!" Ming Yang felt annoyed, stood up and walked directly outside the hall.

"I will send you off to the emperor respectfully!" All the ministers sent Ming Yang away tremblingly, not knowing why the emperor was so angry.But Nie Shenhai understood that today he was going to test the relationship between Ming Yang and Mu Beimo, and it seemed that they were exactly what Di Qiu said.

[The author has something to say: La la la, I am here again, thank you for your support, the work has entered V since this chapter, please support and leave a lot of comments~ I love you~]

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