The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

Just when the palace people had already prepared the tables and chairs for the banquet, and brought melons, fruits and fine wines to the hall one after another, Ming Yin and Lin Xixiang brought them to the main hall.

"Royal Father." Ming Yang looked at Ming Yin who walked in with a smile on his face, then glanced at Lian Er who stuck out her tongue quietly, and instantly glared at Lian Er angrily.

These people actually teamed up to lie to him in the morning, especially Mu Beimo, who secretly prepared so many things without telling him, which made him worry in vain.

Ming Yang thought angrily in his heart, and when he turned his head, he saw a woman wearing a veil looking straight at this side. Following her line of sight, this woman was actually looking at Mu Beimo.

Ming Yang looked at that woman for a long time, the daughter of the Taiwei's family, maybe he brought his daughter into the palace to meet the world, probably because he wanted to find a good marriage for her among these young officials.

Seeing her staring straight at Mu Beimo, Ming Yang suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He was about to turn yellow-faced when he worked so hard to get pregnant, and Mu Beimo could actually seduce someone just sitting here!

The more Ming Yang thought about it, the angrier he became. It just so happened that Ming Yan sat down at the table next to him with a smile on his face. It was not easy for Ming Yang to ask him in front of many ministers. In that direction, he had no choice but to pinch the back of Mu Beimo's hand as if venting his anger.

Turning around, he saw Mu Beimo change his hand and take a sip while holding the wine glass without changing his expression. Ming Yang wondered if he hadn't pinched hard enough. He looked down at the skin he had pinched, it was obviously red .

Mu Beimo rubbed Ming Yang's waist when he had time to drink, but the other party grabbed his hand and took a bite, feeling his wife-to-be's canine teeth gently grinding on his flesh, he couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment There was a sound.

Hearing Mu Beimo's laughter, Ming Yang let go of his mouth and hastily glanced at Mu Beimo who was still suppressing his laughter, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

"why are you laughing?"

Ming Yang lowered his voice aggressively, thinking he was staring at him viciously, but in the next second, Mu Beimo's hand reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and his fingers went into his mouth to touch his canine teeth !

Damn it, Ming Yang's face became hot, he opened his mouth and bit Mu Beimo's finger, tasted a slightly bitter taste of wine, and hurriedly spit it out twice.

"Why is Yang'er's teeth itchy today?" Mu Beimo, who had specially stained his hands with wine, chuckled, raised his head and pinched Ming Yang's soft face, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people.

"I just love itchy teeth, I want you to take care of it!"

"As the emperor's husband-to-be, how can I not care about this, but I still have to go back at night to relieve the itching of the emperor." Mu Beimo chuckled, bowed his head and kissed Ming Yang's lips.

Ming Yang's face flushed instantly, he stretched out his hand to slightly push the person away, and everyone kissed himself, where should I put my face?

While the two were flirting, Ming Yin said something to Mu Beimo, but Ming Yang didn't care. He turned around and saw that the woman under the seat had stopped looking at her, and finally felt a lot more relieved in her heart. With an aftertaste, I took a sip from the wine glass in front of me. The aged osmanthus brew was mellow and delicious. There was a scent of osmanthus lingering in the wine, and the aftertaste was still slightly sweet.

Ming Yang tasted the wine tasted very good, and suddenly remembered the unopened bottle of peach blossom wine on Chengmen Mountain, drinking it now would probably be as mellow as this wine.

Ming Yang drank one gulp after another, poured some more out of the wine bottle after drinking, Mu Beimo turned his head to chat with Xiao Chuyue, Ming Yin and the others, and didn't care what Ming Yang was doing beside him.

"Yang'er is not allowed to drink." Mu Beimo turned his head and was startled when he saw Ming Yang drinking, and hurriedly took the wine bottle from his hand.

"I want to drink, why don't you let me drink!" Ming Yang was a little dizzy, and when he saw Mu Beimo snatching his drink, he was instantly annoyed, and rushed over to slap Mu Beimo lightly.

Mu Beimo handed the wine bottle to the court lady next to him, stretched out his hand and firmly pulled him into her arms, feeling angry and funny in his heart, the drunk Ming Yang didn't notice the change of Mu Beimo's aura at all, mouth full of alcohol When he got up, he slapped Mu Beimo's face a few times, and murmured about Mu Beimo's behavior of not letting him drink.

"You, who are you, why don't you let me drink, drink, and burp!" Ming Yang stretched out his hand and poked Mu Beimo's hard cheek, and hiccupped while talking, his face flushed, The fundus of his eyes was moist, and he fell on Mu Beimo's body in a daze.

"After such a long time, the emperor still can't bear to drink." Mo Xihe looked at the two of them and smiled, then turned his head and teased Xiao Chuyue, his slender peach eyes were slightly raised, but his eyes were still clear.

"Hahaha, being so clingy when drunk, Mu Beimo's blessing is really enviable." Xiao Chuyue shook his head lightly, looked up and saw Zhancheng staring at him, and shut his mouth in an instant, a little He looked at the person across from him pleasantly.

"You guys drink first, I'll take Yang'er back to rest first."

Without changing his face, Mu Beimo stopped the person in his arms from picking off his clothes, picked him up, nodded to the guests in the hall, and flew away.

Ming Yang didn't know that the danger was coming, so he sat in Mu Beimo's arms and looked at the tiles under his feet. When a gust of cold wind blew by, he immediately smirked.

"Hahaha, it's so cold." Ming Yang struggled to see the person in front of him clearly, but only saw a chin. After a while, he carefully poked the person's chest and asked cautiously.

"You, who are you! Where are you going to carry me? No, yes, where are you flying?"

Hearing this, Mu Beimo felt a little helpless, he found a palace roof and stopped gently, and helped the person in his arms steady, only then did he realize that the little thing was looking at him with frowning eyes, his cheeks puffed slightly, and then used I tried my best to push myself away.

Stretching out his hand to pinch Ming Yang's soft face, Mu Beimo suddenly felt teasing when he met the dazed pair of deer eyes.

Hugging him tightly, Mu Beimo gently touched the little drunk's pregnant belly, and chuckled in his ear.

"Where are you going? Of course, go back to the mountain and be my wife in the village."

I thought the little drunk would be scared, but unexpectedly he stretched out his hand to wrap around him, whispered yes, and told him not to let his husband know.

"Little drunk, who is your husband-in-law, can you tell me?"

Mu Beimo pinched the tips of Ming Yang's red ears, asked in a low voice, and then sat on the roof with someone in his arms.

"Well, my husband, my husband is very powerful, you must be scared if you say it!"

Ming Yang, who was drunk, supported his chin with his hands, and rested his elbows directly on Mu Beimo's legs. The expression on his face was soft and fierce, but he was not afraid at all.

"How powerful? Why don't you just tell me." Mu Beimo pursed his lips, looking at the irritating appearance of the little drunk in his arms, feeling a little itchy.

"He's amazing! He's so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so so!" Ming Yang raised his head, and suddenly stretched out his hand to make a gesture. He straightened his arm and drew a big circle. The expression on his face was extremely proud.

Mu Beimo was moved. Just as he was about to hug him and kiss him, the person in his arms started to move uncomfortably again, murmuring that he didn't know what to say.

He only heard it when he got closer, and he was angered and ran away in an instant when he was touched just now.

The little drunk actually said that his husband-in-law was a little fox, and it was still fiery red. Didn't he mean the blood fox in the palace?

Alright, Mu Beimo gritted his back molars bitterly, looking at the heartless little drunk in his arms, he couldn't say anything cruel, but he was actually not as good as a fox.

The little drunk seemed to sense that Mu Beimo was unhappy, so he hurriedly stretched himself up and kissed Mu Beimo's face, coaxing him softly in his own way.

"Kiss Yang'er, if you are unhappy, you will fly away!"

"Don't be unhappy. I lied to you just now. In fact, my husband-in-law is." Ming Yang suddenly stopped talking, put his index finger on his mouth and gave a soft hiss, his eyes rolled to the left and looked again and again. Look, in the end, he hooked his finger at Mu Beimo mysteriously.

"Come here and I'll tell you." Ming Yang shrugged, looking funny and cute.

Mu Beimo couldn't help being a little funny looking at his sneaky appearance, but he had to get used to him, and then moved his head closer.

"I tell you Ang."

The warm breath with the smell of alcohol spread around his ears, and Mu Beimo looked at the little drunk's pink lips up close, which were still a little moist, and felt a little thirsty instantly.

"My husband is my sweetheart! He is the regent! He is very powerful, so you can't take me away."

"Oh? Really?" Mu Beimo was suddenly a little suffocated, pulled his clothes unconsciously, and asked back.

"Of course, you can't tell others, otherwise you will like him when you see him, that's not okay, he can only belong to me alone, you know?"

Ming Yang's expression was suddenly serious, serious and slightly complacent. Looking at the person in front of him, he seemed to be frightened and stupid. He just wanted to comfort him, but he was gagged in the next second.

"Well, you villain, why did you kiss me secretly, if my husband-in-law knew he would be angry." Ming Yang was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and he looked at the person who secretly kissed him stupidly, but he was still laughing , simply hateful.

"Don't even give me a kiss? Then your husband-in-law is too stingy, such a husband-in-law is not a good thing." Mu Beimo smacked his mouth, looking serious to help the little drunk analyze it.

"Well, it seems to be true." Ming Yang nodded in confusion, he didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that what the person in front of him said made sense.

but……

Ming Yang looked up at the stars in the sky, and when he looked at Mu Beimo after a while, his eyes suddenly turned red, "I, I'm not clean anymore!"

"Woooooooo... I'm not clean anymore, my husband will definitely divorce me. Whatever I do, it's all your fault."

Ming Yang in his arms sniffled, grabbed Mu Beimo's hand and bit hard, and after biting, he bit a piece of flesh and lightly ground his teeth.

Mu Beimo was so taken aback by Ming Yang's drunken appearance, he stretched out his other hand to rub Ming Yang's soft hair dumbfoundingly, and spent a long time responding to his words that it was not clean.

Good guy, it's really irritating to say that you are not clean after being kissed by me.

Mu Beimo looked dotingly at the person who was still biting him in his arms, and after a long while, his arms were covered with glistening saliva, only then did he realize when the little drunk had fallen asleep.

Mu Beimo sighed softly, carried the man back to the palace, and after putting the man to sleep, he called the imperial physician to see how the wine he drank today would affect the fetus.

[The author has something to say: On the second day after the return of the missing persons, they crossed their little hands proudly! 】

Finally married