The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

Ming Yang felt that he had another long, long dream, dreaming of everything that happened during the time when Li Mo was with him, and the sweet daily life of the two of them, but the name Mu Beimo always popped up.Unlike usual, when I thought of the name Mu Beimo in the past, I would feel a splitting headache, and there would always be a voice in my head, implying that Mu Beimo was my enemy.But now, he didn't hear that voice. Instead, when he thought of Mu Beimo, he felt warm in his heart.

On the cliff, the night wind blew by my ears, Li Mo in front of me had a gentle smile on his face, and fireworks bloomed above the moat in the distance, reflecting the dark sky brightly.The soft light shone on Li Mo's sharp-edged face, making it particularly dazzling.

They drank wine under the osmanthus tree, expressed their love in each other's eyes full of love, hugged each other in the bloom of fireworks, and kissed each other.Ming Yang raised his head slightly, always feeling that the scenes were so similar, looking at Li Mo's sharp jaw, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Yang'er, I like you, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Mu Beimo?

Limo?

The deep and seductive voice lingered in his ears, and Ming Yang naturally put Mu Beimo and Li Mo's faces together in his mind. Li Mo was Mu Beimo, and Mu Beimo was Li Mo.

This idea suddenly popped up in my mind, and the memory gradually emerged in my blank mind, all kinds of things that Nie Weiping imprisoned him by my side, Mu Beimo couldn't help but risk himself in order to bring him back...

Ming Yang's eye sockets gradually heated up, and he unconsciously caressed his slightly protruding belly with his hand, which contained his and Beimo's children. Thinking of this, hot tears seemed to drip from his eye sockets, and he just wanted to raise his hand After brushing it away, a pair of warm hands cupped his face, and the calloused fingertips gently rubbed the corners of his eyes, leaving a slight burning heat.

The touch on his face seemed real, not like a dream. Ming Yang gradually regained consciousness, opened his eyes with difficulty, and what caught his eyes was Mu Beimo's emaciated face.

"Yang'er? You're finally awake? Can you remember who I am?" Mu Beimo held Ming Yang's face excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Ming Yang looked at the thin face in front of him, feeling suffocated in his heart. He must have suffered a lot during his memory loss. He raised his hand and gently touched the green stubble on Mu Beimo's mouth, it was a bit hard difficult to handle.

"You've lost weight." Ming Yang couldn't help but his eyes were red, and Mu Beimo grabbed him just as he opened his mouth, and put it on his lips to kiss him.

"Yang'er! You finally remembered! Yang'er?" Mu Beimo's face showed a rare panic, he tightly held Ming Yang's hand like holding a treasure, and kissed it lightly on his lips.

A few drops of cold liquid fell on Ming Yang's hands, and before he could say words of comfort, the man hugged him into his arms. He could feel Mu Beimo trembling slightly, and the long-lost warmth made Ming Yang gradually blurred vision.

The two hugged each other for an unknown how long, and Ming Yang couldn't help feeling distressed by Mu Beimo's red-eyed eyes. The two of them pressed their foreheads together, feeling each other's love.

Ming Yang recalled the previous events, and also knew that Nie Weiping lost his original memory because of detoxifying him, and was taken back by Shen Yu. For some reason, he couldn't feel any hatred in his heart. He just felt that Nie Weiping was indeed a little pitiful. What he knew was that this person had such a big obsession with him. Thinking of his paranoia, Ming Yang felt a chill all over his body.

Fortunately, everything is back on track now, and he should have cleared away the covetous people together with Beimo after recovering his memory. Suddenly, he remembered something, and Mingyang's pupils suddenly dilated, meeting Mu Beimo's gentle eyes, his tone With a slight trembling in his chest, "Dad helped me solve the Gu worm? Then how is he doing now?"

Ming Yang squeezed the cloth on Mu Beimo's chest. He knew that forcibly dispelling the Gu was not that simple. He had seen it in a drawing book before, and if he forcefully dispelled the Gu for someone, that person would also suffer strong backlash.Mu Beimo was rarely silent, and Ming Yang's heart suddenly rose, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.Dad is now his only relative, but because of him he is frequently injured.Ming Yang felt cold all over his body, and finally lowered his eyes weakly, hugging Mu Beimo's waist tightly, rubbing lightly to absorb the warmth from the man's body, and the familiar fragrance of tea lingered on the tip of his nose.A pair of big warm hands patted his back silently to comfort him, Ming Yang's sadness gradually calmed down.

Standing in front of Lin Xi's room, Ming Yang was a little nervous, with cold sweat dripping from his hands, he put his hand on the door, but he didn't push it away.He didn't have the courage to face his father, and he was even more afraid of seeing Lin Xi injured.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a hot body came up behind him, and his cold hands were wrapped in warm palms. The anxiety in Ming Yang's heart was gradually suppressed, and he turned his head to meet Mu Beimo's deep eyes, and the two looked at each other And laugh.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Han Ziling who was in the room immediately stood up, looked at Han Ziling with a tired expression, "Your Majesty, your lord, you are here."

"Ziling, how is my father?"

Lin Xi lay quietly on the bed, her black hair was scattered on the pillow, making her usually handsome face look pale as paper at this moment.Ming Yang's eyes were sore, and he tightly covered his mouth, not to let himself cry out, his heart felt as if stuffed with cotton wool.

Lin Xi's face was pale, she was lying on her breathing smoothly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.Ming Yang felt his head swell, walked softly to the side of the bed, picked up the towel on the side shelf, soaked it, and wiped Lin Xi's sweat carefully.He played for Mu Beimo back then, so he naturally experienced the pain of cutting out his heart. He remembered that his father had been separated from his father for so many years, but he still had to endure the pain for his son.Thinking of being the emperor of this huge celestial kingdom, Ming Yang couldn't even protect his lover and relatives, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. Thinking of what Nie Shenhai and Long Ze did, his heart throbbed with pain. Secretly made up his mind.

"My dad will get better soon, right?" Ming Yang clenched his fists tightly, allowing his nails to sink deep into his flesh, and the thin blood filled his palms without feeling any pain.

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much. Master is just tired. He will be fine after two days of rest." Han Ziling's trembling voice came from the side, and it was obvious that he had already cried before he came here. Ming Yang knew that He was comforting himself, just nodded slightly.

Coming out of Lin Xi's room, Ming Yang felt that he was going to suffocate, his whole body was as weak as a fish out of water, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.Mu Beimo behind him knew that Ming Yang was in a bad mood, so he just followed him silently, guarding him wordlessly.

The cool wind was blowing on his face, but Ming Yang couldn't feel any relief. A lot of memories flooded up, and his mind was in chaos.Too many things happened during the period when he lost his memory. He didn't know where to organize his thoughts. Just as he wanted to raise his head and hug his arm, he fell into a warm embrace, and his bloody hand was covered with blood. The people behind him lightly hugged him.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Beimo noticed Ming Yang's movements from the very beginning, and he held Ming Yang's hand in his hands, making his heart ache even more.

Warm breath sprayed against his ears, and Mu Beimo's hoarse voice came from behind him. Ming Yang's face flushed slightly, but he leaned into Mu Beimo's wide and warm arms with peace of mind. "It hurts, I need Brother Beimo to blow it off." Ming Yang tilted his head back slightly, trying to hold back the sour tears in his eyes, and kissed Mu Beimo's bearded chin.

[The author has something to say: I Bojiang is finally back, and I plan to finish this article before the Chinese New Year!come on! 】