The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

"Eh..." Zhan Cheng moved his sore body, and found himself being tightly hugged by Xiao Chuyue, looking up at Xiao Chuyue's handsome face, Zhan Cheng was filled with emotion.

The hand unconsciously covered the handsome face, and slowly slid across the slightly coquettish eyebrows and thin lips.It is often said that men with thin lips are also fickle. I don't know if this is true.Thinking about it, it seemed to be the same, how much the person in front of him made him unforgettable, and how disappointed he was afterwards.Xiao Chuyue, what are you thinking?In a few months, Nie Xiang's youngest daughter will pass her coming-of-age ceremony. Shouldn't you marry her?Why, why are you still looking for me?Do you know how difficult it is to forget someone?

"Xiaocheng!" Zhancheng quickly withdrew his hand and withdrew from his embrace, but was grabbed by Xiao Chuyue, and kissed him on his lips.

"You, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Zhan Cheng wanted to withdraw his hand, but was pulled into his arms by Xiao Chuyue, and the distance between the two shortened again.

"Xiaocheng, I still want to ask what are you doing?" Xiao Chuyue smiled charmingly, and gently blew in Zhancheng's ear.

There was a warm breath coming from his ears, Zhan Cheng blushed, and tried to get out of Xiao Chuyue's embrace, but was firmly held down by the strong Xiao Chuyue.

"Let me go!" Zhan Cheng pushed the man's hard chest, but it was useless.

"Don't let go! Xiaocheng, did it hurt last night?" Xiao Chuyue tightly hugged the warm and soft person in his arms, refusing to let go.

"Xiao Chuyue, what exactly do you want? I have nothing to do with you!" Zhan Cheng frowned, and said heartless words against his will.

"Oh, it's okay? Zhancheng, think about it carefully, did they all scream out last night? Huh?" Xiao Chuyue sneered, and Feng Dan's eyes were full of coldness.

"You!" Zhan Cheng remembered last night, his face began to turn pale, his fair complexion gradually turned pink, he turned his head away, and stopped talking.

"Since what happened last night has already happened, then General Xiao can leave. Zhan Cheng is not feeling well, so we won't send him off." Zhan Cheng turned cold and started to chase people away.

"Zhancheng, you! It seems that you still owe a lesson." Xiao Chuyue gritted his teeth, and brought him into the bed again. Anyway, today is a holiday, so he doesn't need to go to court, he has one day to spend with Zhancheng.

On the other hand, Mu Beimo was going to teach Ming Yang how to ride a horse today, and Ming Yang had already changed his clothes early in the racecourse and was waiting for Mu Beimo.Mu Beimo, who was dressed in a strong outfit, landed next to Ming Yang who was in a daze, and gently surrounded him.

"Yang'er, what are you thinking?" Mu Beimo chuckled and pinched Ming Yang's nose.

"Brother Beimo, you're here!" Ming Yang looked up at Mu Beimo, his eyes sparkling.

"Well, I've been delayed by something, and Yang'er has been waiting for a long time." Mu Beimo reached out and touched Ming Yang's soft face.

"It doesn't matter, Big Brother Beimo, are we going to start learning?" Ming Yang smiled, he couldn't wait to learn how to ride a horse.

"Okay, then Yang'er will choose a good horse with the king first!" Mu Beimo smiled, and walked into the stable holding Ming Yang's hand.Ming Yang behind him stared at the hands they held, and followed him happily.

"Slave sees the emperor! Your lord!" The eunuch guarding the horse saluted respectfully.

"Wow, what a beautiful horse!" Ming Yang let go of Mu Beimo, and ran towards the fiery red sweat horse.

"Your Majesty!" The eunuch guarding the horse hurriedly exclaimed when he saw the horse Ming Yang was looking for.

"Yang'er, be careful!" Mu Beimo stepped forward anxiously, wanting to pull Ming Yang back, but unexpectedly, Ming Yang had already walked in front of the horse and touched the horse's head.

"But what's the matter?" Ming Yang stroked the horse, then turned his head to look at Mu Beimo, who had a rare anxious expression.

The horse seemed to like Ming Yang very much, snorted happily, and kept rubbing its head against Ming Yang.

"Hahaha... It's so itchy! This horse is so good!" Ming Yang stroked the horse's head, and this horse really hit it off with him.

"Your majesty is really destined to be with this horse. This horse is a fierce horse brought back by the regent recently. No one can get close to it except the prince. In the past two months, I don't know how many servants have been injured. Otherwise, the emperor Give this horse a name!" The eunuch guarding the horse was also surprised, and hurriedly took the time to flatter him.

"If Yang'er likes it, I'll give it to Yang'er." Mu Beimo thought that the horse would accidentally hurt Ming Yang, but unexpectedly, the fierce horse obediently obeyed.

"Really? Hahaha... This horse is really good! It is red all over, so it should be named Chiji, Chiji?" Ming Yang smiled and patted Chiji, and tried to bark.

Chi Ji seemed to like the name very much, let out a short whistle cheerfully, and bowed his head into Ming Yang's arms.

"Hahaha... It's so itchy! Chiji is so good! Hahaha..." Ming Yang's whole body was itchy from being rubbed by Chiji, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Chiji, good name, come and bring the horse out." Mu Beimo turned his head and ordered someone to lead the horse.

"Yes, my lord." An eunuch next to him stepped forward, but as soon as he got to the side of the horse, Chi Ji became irritable, raised his front hooves, gave a long roar, kicked the eunuch on the ground, and kicked the eunuch to the ground. Stepping on it, Ming Yang at the side was frightened by the scene in front of him, took a step back, and fell straight backwards.

"Protect the emperor!" Seeing something strange, the soldiers on the side hurriedly surrounded him.

"Yang'er!" Mu Beimo pulled Ming Yang, who was about to fall, into his arms, and tightly protected him. With one hand, he channeled his inner strength, and was about to slap Chi Ji with his palm.The horse is a good horse, but if he dares to hurt his Yang'er, then he doesn't need to live anymore.

"Brother Beimo! Don't hurt Chiji!" Although Ming Yang was a little frightened, he immediately reacted and stopped Mu Beimo's movements.

Mu Beimo withdrew his internal strength, and gave Chi Ji a low reprimand. Hearing Mu Beimo's voice, Chi Ji stopped immediately, drooping his head, like a child who has done something wrong.

"Come here, carry him down for treatment." Mu Beimo ordered, the little eunuch who was trampled on the ground had already vomited blood in pain, probably because he had injured his internal organs.

"Yang'er, are you okay?" Mu Beimo held him in his arms distressedly, carefully checked whether Ming Yang was injured, and was relieved to see that he was fine.

"I was just scared." Ming Yang leaned on Mu Beimo's arms aggrievedly, muttering in a low voice.

"Hey, it's okay, Yang'er is not afraid, Yang'er is not afraid." Mu Beimo stroked Ming Yang's thin back, coaxing gently with his mouth.

"I waited for the rescue to arrive late, causing the emperor to startle the dragon body, and ask the prince to punish him." The soldiers knelt down in unison, not daring to breathe in front of Mu Beimo.

Mu Beimo looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground, his eyes lost the tenderness just now, but were full of bloodthirsty indifference, and his deep eyes made people dare not look directly at them.

"The emperor was shocked today, so I will spare you first. Each of you will get [-] boards. Go to the barracks to receive the punishment yourself. If there is a next time, you will be killed without pardon!" Mu Beimo's cold voice came, and the whole body scattered. Under the strong air pressure, a group of soldiers knelt on the ground tremblingly, sweating profusely.

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness." The soldiers returned to their posts after hearing Mu Beimo's order.

Ming Yang quietly leaned against Mu Beimo's arms, enjoying the infinite sense of security that the man brought him.

Chiji didn't let others approach, so Mu Beimo led the horse out himself, and the two came to the track of the racecourse, ready to start riding.

"Yang'er, come here." Mu Beimo waved to Ming Yang, and Ming Yang walked over, and he began to explain to Ming Yang.

"Come on, step on the stirrup." Ming Yang stepped on the stirrup, Mu Beimo supported him, and gently lifted him onto the horse. After Ming Yang sat firmly, Mu Beimo also got on the horse.

"Yang'er is riding for the first time, and I will accompany you." Mu Beimo circled Ming Yang and pulled the reins.

The man's broad and warm chest was pressed tightly against his back, and a deep and sexy voice came through his bones. Ming Yang was encircled by a pair of powerful arms, and a unique aura that belonged to men wrapped himself around him, feeling a little nervous for a moment. Straightening his back, he tried his best not to let the two touch each other.

"What is Yang'er thinking?" Mu Beimo chuckled, and leaned forward gently, and their bodies were tightly pressed together.

The warm breath sprayed on Ming Yang's sensitive ears, his face blushed instantly, and he tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hands, not knowing where to put them.

"No, I didn't think about anything!" Ming Yang spoke nervously and bit his tongue, wishing he could get into the cracks in the ground, his face was so red that he was about to bleed.

"If you don't want to think about anything, then hold the rein." Mu Beimo chuckled, and took Ming Yang's hand to hold the rein.

"Oh, good." Ming Yang only felt that the hand holding the rein was wrapped by Mu Beimo's big palm, and he could feel a thin cocoon on it.

"In this way, gently clamp the horse's belly, pull the rein, and the horse will move forward slowly, come on, try." Mu Beimo demonstrated it once, and asked Ming Yang to do it himself.

"Hey, I'll try." Ming Yang tried the method Mu Beimo said, and Chi Ji walked as expected.

"Brother Beimo, Chiji is really walking!" Ming Yang turned his head excitedly, and the two faces faced each other at close range unexpectedly. Ming Yang suddenly fell into those deep and beautiful eyes, and his heartbeat instantly slowed down by half a beat. He turned around embarrassingly, and gave a smirk.

"Well, Yang'er is awesome, try running slowly." Mu Beimo saw Mingyang's panic, smiled lightly, and put his chin on Mingyang's shoulder.

"Oh, okay, okay." Ming Yang took the horse rope, and Chi Ji ran slowly. Suddenly, Ming Yang felt Mu Beimo let go of his hand, and hugged his waist instead.Ming Yang's sensitive waist was touched, he tensed his waist as soon as he got nervous, Chi Ji stopped when the rein in his hand tightened.

"Why did you stop? Huh?" Mu Beimo's deep voice came from behind, Ming Yang shamefully realized that he seemed to have reacted, and turned his head stiffly, "I, I'm tired, I want to go back and rest."

"Tired so soon? Then the king will send Yang'er back." Mu Beimo chuckled, picked him up from the horse, and flew towards Ming Yang's bedroom with lightness kung fu.

When he arrived in the hall, Ming Yang hurriedly drove the people out. Mu Beimo didn't know why Ming Yang was so anxious, he stepped forward, hugged Ming Yang from behind, and held that place gently.

"My lord will help you, huh?"

Ming Yang blushed with shame, struggling but his strength was very different, he couldn't reach the man.

[The author has something to say: There is no one in Mu's eyes. Beimo: Do ​​you want to see Tiantian?Hurry up and vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets for Yang'er of the king, otherwise, the king will not confess~

Thank you Yuyi for the cute trilobite~ I love you~]