The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

Mu Beimo rushed back to the palace using lightness kung fu, landed in front of the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and rushed to the inner hall in a hurry, and the palace people standing outside the palace door hurriedly saluted.

Rushing into the inner hall, Ming Yang had already drank the medicine and fell asleep peacefully. Lin Xi stood by and got up when he saw Mu Beimo coming in.

Mu Beimo didn't care about the people around the bed, and rushed over, tightly holding Ming Yang's cold hand.

"Yang'er." Mu Beimo called softly, Ming Yang's delicate little face was white at the moment, his lips were bloodless, and there was a shocking red mark on his thin white neck.

"Doctor Lin, how is Yang'er?" Mu Beimo grabbed Ming Yang's hand and kissed it lightly, feeling pain in his heart.

"Yang'er was just a little frightened. She'll be fine after a night's sleep, and the medicine for her neck injury has just been taken." Seeing Mu Beimo's concern for Ming Yang, Lin Xi smiled in relief.

After pausing for a moment, he thought about the cold air that Ming Yang had received before, and continued, "However, the fetus is a bit unstable. Try to go to the Tangchi in Nanshan as soon as possible, so that you can suffer less pain during childbirth."

"Okay, thank you Doctor Lin." Mu Beimo's eyes were slightly red, and he tucked up the quilt for Ming Yang with distress.

"I have something to tell Dr. Lin, please come with me." Mu Beimo looked at Lin Xi, remembered the matter of the former emperor, and said after a moment of silence.

Lin Xi understood, raised her leg and followed Mu Beimo to the outer hall.

"Lian'er, take good care of the emperor, he will send someone to find me as soon as he wakes up." Mu Beimo said to Lian'er who was standing beside him.

"Yes, my lord!" Lian Er glanced at the sleeping Ming Yang, and bowed in response.

"Yuan Yi, follow up."

"promise!"

When they came to the outer hall, Mu Beimo greeted Lin Xi to sit down. In the tea room, Mu Beimo told the truth.

"Doctor Lin, I actually want to tell you that the late Emperor is not dead."

Lin Xi shook her hand holding the tea, and the scalding hot tea splashed onto her skin, and her fair skin instantly turned a shocking red.

Lin Xi thought there was something wrong with her ears, so she looked up at Mu Beimo's expression, he didn't lie.

"You mean Yin'er, he's still alive?" Lin Xi asked again to confirm, her hands trembling.

"Yes, it's just that he's not emotionally stable now, are you going to see him?"

"Okay." Lin Xi squeezed the teacup tightly with her hands. She hadn't seen Yin'er for almost 20 years, and now she met her rashly. She hoped everything will be fine.

"Let's go." Mu Beimo looked at Lin Xi's uneasy expression, understood his feelings in his heart, and got up to lead the way.

Mu Beimo led the people to the side hall. The palace people had already changed clothes for Ming Yin. When they entered, they were lying on the couch, reading quietly with a book of scriptures.

Ming Yin has good hearing, and when the door was pushed open, she looked towards this side. When she saw a familiar person with the book slipping from her hand, she made an anxious and subconscious movement to cover her face.

"Yin'er!" Lin Xi looked at the person on the couch, her hands hidden in her sleeves were trembling.

He wasn't dead, his Yin'er was still alive, Lin Xi stepped forward in disbelief, and gently grabbed Ming Yin's wrist.

"Yin'er." Lin Xi called softly, but Ming Yin resisted, raised Ming Yin's face and saw that she was already in tears.

"Mmmmmmm..." Ming Yin's heart throbbed, looking at the familiar face in front of him, but he couldn't speak anymore.

"Yin'er? Are you speechless?" Lin Xi sensed something was wrong, and felt Ming Yin's pulse with reddish eyes.

This is Yin'er, did you take the mute drug?

Lin Xi's heart throbbed intermittently, and she hugged her into her arms distressedly. He will heal Yin'er, he will heal her, and as long as she returns to her, everything will be fine.

Ming Yin buried her head in Lin Xi's arms. The person in front of her left in anger. If you want to ask him if he will regret it later, how can he not regret it after missing him for 20 years?

He didn't expect to see Lin Xi again in his lifetime, even if he couldn't speak, so what, at least his beloved found him.

Mu Beimo stood outside the door, watching the aphrodisiac scene, and lowered his head.Yuan Yi, who was behind him, saw the first emperor, and had been crying for a long time, but he didn't dare to disturb the two reunited after a long absence.

Mu Beimo watched silently, and retreated quietly with Yuan Yi, just when news came from the inner hall that the emperor had woken up, and Mu Beimo hurried to the Hall of Mental Cultivation as soon as he became anxious.

Ming Yang woke up and found that he had returned to the familiar bed, and hurriedly asked Mu Beimo if he was injured.

"Your majesty, don't worry, the prince is unscathed, but you have caused such a big wound on your neck." Lian'er wiped her tears and said.

"It's good that the lord is fine, don't worry about me, the care will recover." Ming Yang looked at Lian Er who was kneeling beside the bed with tears all over his face, smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe it.

"The emperor is like this every time, just take care of it? How long will this take place?" Lian'er was full of resentment.

"Aren't I okay? The ancients always said that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have good fortune." Ming Yang smiled, relieved in his heart, he doesn't care about life or death, he only cares about the people he cares about.

As soon as Ming Yang drank the medicine, a figure rushed in, it was Mu Beimo who was full of anxiety.

"Is Yang'er okay?" Mu Beimo's eyes were slightly red, and he touched Ming Yang's bloodless face with distress, his voice hoarse.

"I'm fine." Ming Yang smiled, his eyes scanned and checked Mu Beimo's tall body again and again, until he saw that there was no injury on his body, he was quietly relieved.

"What's wrong with Father?" Ming Yang asked anxiously when he remembered this matter, since he came out safely, Father should have been rescued too.He thought that his father, who had already left him, did not die, Ming Yang slightly curled his lips, feeling quite good.

"Stay with dad, let the two of them have a good time."

"Okay, they haven't seen each other for almost 20 years, so we should let them catch up on the old days." Ming Yang smiled, it is really a kind of inseparable fate to meet the lovers who haven't seen each other for 20 years.

Ming Yang hooked the corner of his mouth, and stood up with some difficulty, while Mu Beimo hurriedly helped him up.

Ming Yang smiled, and raised his hand to touch Mu Beimo's prickly chin. Looking at the handsome face in front of him, he couldn't help but shed tears.

He doesn't want to be separated from Brother Beimo, no matter how serious the incident is, he doesn't want to be separated from him, because he can't stand crying that they can't see each other.

Warm big palms gently wiped away tears for himself, Ming Yang trembled his hands, the two naturally held hands, and pressed their foreheads tightly together.

"Don't cry, I won't leave you." Mu Beimo smiled softly and said distressedly.

"En." Ming Yang raised the corner of his mouth.

"Is Nie Shenhai in the prison now?"

"Well, let's save one life for now, and we'll have a trial tomorrow when we go to court."

"Okay." Ming Yang replied softly, it's time for an understanding.

[The author has something to say: update update!It will be over in March!Meme Chirp]