The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

As usual, it was the day when he came back from court. After drinking the anti-fetal medicine, Ming Yang began to process the memorial for the new day. The memorial was in front of him, but Ming Yang felt that he couldn't read a single word. Pressing the somewhat stuffy heart, a feeling of dizziness and nausea swarmed over, and he bent down a little uncomfortable, his heart was full of panic, he thought this was a normal reaction during pregnancy, Ming Yang didn't care, and lay on the couch Get ready to rest for a while.

His heart was flustered all the time, Ming Yang couldn't restrain the flustered feeling in his heart even after tossing and turning, feeling that his mood was extremely agitated, Ming Yang pressed the center of his brows, and Bo = hugged the quilt and slightly arched his back.The uncomfortable feeling still didn't ease, Ming Yang's subconscious told him that something bad would definitely happen, after thinking about it, could it be Mu Beimo who is far away in southern Xinjiang?

Thinking of this, Ming Yang's heart suddenly rose, and he silently prayed that Mu Beimo would be fine. Spreading the paper on the table, Ming Yang quickly wrote a letter with trembling hands. Yang rolled up the letter and opened the dark compartment of the bookshelf. Inside lay the unique signal tool of Dark Moon Pavilion - the Dark Moon Flute. I remember Mu Beimo said that this kind of flute sound can only be heard by those who have received special training from Dark Moon Pavilion. Heard, as soon as the flute sounds, people from Dark Moon Pavilion will definitely come.Ming Yang took out the flute, put it to his mouth, and blew the pitch-black flute in his hand according to the method taught by Mu Beimo. As expected, a man in black jumped down from the roof and landed on the ground without a trace. sound.

"Dark Moon Pavilion Twelve is meeting the emperor, may I ask the emperor what orders you have?" The slender Twelve bowed to Ming Yang respectfully, his tone was cold and flattering, and when he raised his head, his thick black eyes shone coldly .

"Twelve, help me bring this letter to Mu Beimo. You must hand it to him personally, and let him reply to me. I'm sorry." Ming Yang handed the letter in his hand to the shadow guard named Twelve. , exhorted with special emphasis.

"Yes, Twelve will definitely deliver the letter to the prince." Twelve nodded, opened his mouth and still didn't say anything, but he didn't have the heart to practice lightness kung fu, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ming Yang was always in a state of anxiety, he didn't pay attention to anything, facing the whole table full of sumptuous meals, he not only lost his appetite, but also felt nausea all the time.The adverse reaction during pregnancy made Ming Yang even more irritable, so he waited and waited, but he didn't get Mu Beimo's reply. In the evening, Ming Yang waited for the news from Mu Beimo, which indeed almost made him faint.

"Your Majesty! The prince is back!" Ying rushed in anxiously. "Really?" Ming Yang stood up from his chair in surprise when he heard it. Mu Beimo is back?That's great, then he must be fine. Ming Yang happily walked out the door. He couldn't help but want to see Mu Beimo's mood with his own eyes. He wanted to tell Mu Beimo that he was pregnant with him. child.

"Yingyi, what are you still doing in a daze? Take me to see your lord!" Ming Yang remembered happily that he had forgotten to ask where Mu Beimo was now, so he asked with a smile, but when he turned his head, he saw Ying Just as Yi was hesitating to say something, "Yingyi, what are you still doing?" Ming Yang called out again, and then Yingyi spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty, there is something that Ying Yi hasn't told you yet." Ying Yi's hesitant appearance of not knowing how to speak made Ming Yang suddenly mention it, a bad premonition hit his brain, Ming Yang smiled His mind had already collapsed, he tried his best to open the corner of his mouth, and asked tentatively, "What do you want to say, Yingyi?"

"My lord, my lord, he may be gone!"

Ying Yi's words were like a thunderbolt thrown into Ming Yang's head, with a loud bang, Ming Yang couldn't react.How can it be?What does it mean?What do you mean it might be gone?Ming Yang shook his head vigorously, and firmly grasped Ying Yi's arm. "What do you mean may be gone? Tell me! Are you kidding me? Tell me!" Ming Yang grabbed Ying Yi's arm with more strength than usual, his voice trembled more and more, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. Ming Yang felt his heart hurt like being pierced by a sword.

"Ying Yi dare not lie to the emperor, my lord, he, he is really going to be gone!" Ying Yi's trembling voice came into Ming Yang's ears, and Ming Yang's heart suddenly darkened, Ming Yang's whole body He staggered weakly, and was supported by Ying Yi, who had quick eyes and quick hands.Ming Yang squatted down on the ground slowly, and began to cry with his head in his arms. His heart felt as if it was being held tightly by someone, and he was about to suffocate. After a long delay, Ming Yang remembered that he wanted to see Mu Beimo with his own eyes. He got up and grabbed Ying Yi, crying and asked him to take him to see Mu Beimo.

Ming Yang didn't know what kind of mood he came to the secret room of the palace. In a trance, he was led into the secret room by Ying Yi, and when he walked in, he saw the familiar person on the jade bed.What happened to Mu Beimo?What's wrong with you?The tears that Ming Yang had finally suppressed flowed out again, his legs were trembling all the time, the man on the bed, so familiar, why, why was he lying down so quietly?Open your eyes and see if I'm alright?Brother Beimo?

When Ying Yi and Han Ziling who were taking care of him saw Ming Yang coming, they walked out consciously and didn't bother the two of them anymore.

Ming Yang held that cold hand and pressed it to his face. The pale face and black beard in front of his eyes were both stinging his eyes. He gently stroked the man's face, caressing it carefully, Leaning over, she placed a light kiss on her pale lips, and you responded to me!Are you answering me?Ming Yang cried out in pain, grabbed the skirt of his chest, his white hands turned red.Mingyang's tears dripped down on Mu Beimo's face uncontrollably, and wiped them off for Mu Beimo with trembling hands, wake up, okay?Wake up!The person lying down did not respond, only breathing weakly. Ming Yang was a little at a loss. This is not his brother Beimo, it must not be. He denied it in his heart. He felt that he was dreaming, having a horrible nightmare. , but the pain in his chest reminded Ming Yang that it was all true, and the person lying on the bed was his brother Beimo!

I don't know how long it took, Ming Yang kept holding Mu Beimo's arms and resting his head on Mu Beimo's chest. Han Ziling and the others were worried, and when they came in, they saw the scene in front of them. The thin man was leaning against the prince. , there were wet tears in the corners of his eyes, and there was nothing but sadness in his beautiful eyes, and he suddenly felt a little distressed, but the situation at the moment was so urgent that Han Ziling couldn't help calling Ming Yang.

"emperor?"

A soft call brought Ming Yang back to his senses, he twitched the corners of his mouth palely, Ming Yang sat up slowly, suddenly he thought of something, carefully untied Mu Beimo's clothes, but couldn't find any wounds, Just when he was wondering, Ming Yang carefully saw the blackened area on Mu Beimo's chest. This is, is he poisoned?

Looking suspiciously at Han Ziling who was beside him with dodgy eyes, Ming Yang had a faint guess in his heart.

[The author has something to say: Babes, here I come. I expect the next ten chapters to be about abuse. Don’t worry, after the abuse is over, there will be Mo Wang’s super sweet way of chasing his wife. I’m about to run away with the ball. Ah, the plot is accelerating. Yeah yeah yeah!

I love you, okay?]