The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

The morning sun was soft, and the palace began to think of the chirping of sparrows very early on, and even the faint fragrance of lotus leaves floated in the air.

The sun is slowly rising and the weather is getting warmer. Their newly married life has just begun.

Ming Yang was a little tired last night, but he woke up very early this morning, opened his eye sockets in Mu Beimo's arms, enjoying the morning that he couldn't experience in the palace.

Mu Beimo was probably too tired from entertaining guests last night, and now he quietly closed his eyes, his flamboyant and aggressive face was close at hand, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and one hand was still on his waist.

Ming Yang was uncomfortable lying on his side, and moved cautiously. The people around him immediately noticed his movements, and the hands on his waist patted him lightly, as if he was taking care of a child who was sleeping dishonestly.

"You, you, are you asleep or not?" Mingyang smiled and nodded Mu Beimo's tall nose, just looking at his face, waiting quietly for him to wake up.

Mu Beimo's parents both died in battle more than ten years ago. There are no other elders in the palace, so they are not in a hurry to get up early to serve tea.

Speaking of Mu Beimo's parents, Ming Yang had never even met them face to face, but he had heard that Prince Duan and Princess Duan were both talented in civil and martial arts, but they died in battle more than ten years ago.

At that time, Mu Beimo had just turned five years old, and he had experienced the pain of losing his parents at a young age. Ming Yang also knew that he had also become indifferent by nature because of the passing of his parents.

Ming Yang gently smoothed Mu Beimo's frown, and raised his chin to press a kiss on his lips.

It doesn't matter, this life is still very long, my child and I will always be with you.

Probably the child in his stomach sensed his thoughts and kicked it lightly. Ming Yang smiled and reached out to comfort the restless little guy in his stomach.

The eyes suddenly darkened, the person who was still asleep just now had woken up, stretched out his hand to hug him even tighter, gently stroked his stomach with warm palms, Ming Yang narrowed his eyes like a cat.

"Did it bother you?" He leaned back, retracted himself into Mu Beimo's arms, and asked softly.

"It's not noisy, are you hungry, get up and eat?" Mu Beimo smiled, hugging him tighter, his voice hoarse and sexy in the morning.

Ming Yang basically didn't eat anything last night. When Mu Beimo said this, his stomach growled in a particularly timely manner.

"Guru~"

The stomach growling was not loud, but the two people in the dormitory could hear it clearly.

Mu Beimo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing randomly. Looking down, the ear tips of the person in his arms were dyed a touch of pink.

"I'm really hungry. I'll go and order the kitchen to get some food." He smiled and pinched his wife's cheek lovingly.

"It's not that I'm hungry, it's obviously that your child is hungry and started to resist." Ming Yang was ashamed, and pushed Mu Beimo's chest with his hand, his face turned red in disbelief.

"Okay, okay, how about asking the kitchen to cook some delicious food for our little prince?"

Mu Beimo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, knowing that his wife had a thin skin, so he had no choice but to coax her as he wanted.

"That's about the same." Ming Yang nodded in satisfaction, if the blush on his face hadn't subsided, he wouldn't have been able to tell that the shy person just now was him.

"Okay, then let's get up first." Mu Beimo smiled and kissed his wife's smooth forehead, sat up and helped her up and dragged her into his arms.

"Come here, bring in the emperor's clothes."

The maid outside the door had been waiting for a long time. Hearing Mu Beimo's order, she got the approval and opened the door with toiletries and clean clothes and walked in.

"The clothes are left, you go down first, and tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

Mu Beimo looked at the line of maidservants standing there, waved his hands and told them to put down their things and go out.

"No, my lord."

"Get up and get dressed."

Mu Beimo squeezed Ming Yang's face, put his hands under his arms and hugged him directly into his arms, but the person in his arms seemed to be playing tricks, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

"Hey, get up and eat." Mu Beimo coaxed patiently, then lowered his head and kissed Ming Yang's forehead.

"The baby said that it takes a big kiss to get up, but a little kiss can't."

The corners of Ming Yang's mouth turned up uncontrollably. After closing his eyes and acting coquettishly, he felt a shadow over his head. He stretched out his arms and hooked Mu Beimo's neck, opened his eyes and raised his head to meet him.

The good morning kiss of you chasing after me ended, Ming Yang slammed his mouth and happily got up, but he forgot the madness of last night, and his waist went limp with soreness.

"Mu Beimo, my back hurts." Ming Yang cried unspeakably wronged, and immediately covered his waist with warm palms, massaging him.

"Is it better now?" Mu Beimo knelt down and hugged him into his arms, stretching out his index finger to scratch the tip of Mingyang's nose.

"It's much better, much better." Ming Yang nodded, twisted his waist slightly, and grunted when he didn't feel any discomfort, then turned around and held Mu Beimo's face with his hands.

"Brother Beimo, help me with the hair crown." Ming Yang put on his clothes, washed up anxiously, and hurriedly beckoned Mu Beimo, who was dressed, to help him tie his hair.

"Okay." There was a maid who didn't need Mu Beimo and didn't say anything. She just walked over and picked up the comb skillfully. His jet-black hair was tied up so that he could tear it off easily when he was sleepy.

Ming Yang looked at himself in the mirror in a daze, and Mu Beimo behind him looked serious, and his handsome side face made him want to move. He touched his face subconsciously. He heard that pregnant people tend to gain weight, thinking that if he What should I do if my face is swollen? Will Mu Beimo despise himself because of this?

Before the child was born, he would become the yellow-faced emperor. Looking at Mu Beimo again, he still looked cool and suave, and Ming Yang felt a little depressed thinking about it.

Pregnant people have their own emotions. When they are sad, they can’t even eat their favorite crystal dumplings. They don’t like to drink hot hand-ground soybean milk, and they don’t even take a bite of the steaming noodles.

Mu Beimo naturally noticed Ming Yang's strangeness, and he sighed several times since he started eating breakfast. He didn't know where he made his little ancestor unhappy again, so he had to tentatively coax him.

"Today's dumplings are very delicious. If Yang'er doesn't like it, I will eat it for you." Mu Beimo stretched out his chopsticks, and took the dumpling from the dazed man's bowl to his own.

Ming Yang, who was immersed in his own thoughts, stared at the face in front of him disapprovingly. He didn't even know that his dumplings were taken away. Mu Beimo was puzzled. own bowl.

Ming Yang is still thinking about becoming a yellow-faced emperor. His feet have started to swell recently, and he often needs Mu Beimo to help him press his legs to fall asleep peacefully. By then, the swelling on his feet will become more and more serious. The face will also become swollen, which must be extremely ugly, and the belly will also have purple lines due to the growth of the baby, coiling on the stomach like an earthworm.

The more Ming Yang thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he was also afraid that Mu Beimo would dislike him at that time. He looked at his getting rounder and rounder absentmindedly, thinking about his getting uglier and uglier, but he turned red just thinking about it. His eye sockets were closed, and his throat seemed to be stuck up and down.

"Yang'er, what's bothering you, can you tell your husband?" Mu Beimo sensed Ming Yang's low mood, and reached out to lift Ming Yang's chin, only to find that his mouth had been aggrieved, with tears streaming down his face fall down.

"Woo... Mu Beimo..." Ming Yang cried and rushed over, and sat on Mu Beimo's lap. If he became ugly in the future, Mu Beimo would probably hate him and not let him sit on his lap.

"Oh, dear baby, what's the matter?" Mu Beimo didn't know why, so he hugged him tightly the moment he rushed over, protecting his stomach with his palms to prevent him from getting hurt, and hugged him on his lap as soon as he lifted his hand to coax him .

"Mu Beimo..." Ming Yang grabbed Mu Beimo's lapel and couldn't stop crying. He wanted to speak but was too embarrassed to tell him, so he could only mumble tears.

"I'm here, don't cry, be good." Mu Beimo hugged him tightly, put his palms on his back, and waited quietly for him to finish crying.

After crying, the person calmed down a lot. Ming Yang nestled in Mu Beimo's arms and thought back, feeling ashamed and baffled. He rested his chin on Mu Beimo's shoulder to prevent him from seeing his blushing face.

"Better?" Mu Beimo couldn't laugh or cry, he cried whenever he said, and stopped when he said so.

"Ah."

"Can we talk about what happened now?" Mu Beimo put him back on the chair, put his hands on the table and knocked, and Ming Yang instantly felt that he was worthless.

"It's nothing." He stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and said vaguely, staring at the noodles on the table, his eyes were sore.

"Is it all right?"

Mu Beimo asked again, Ming Yang pretended not to hear, moved the noodles in front of him, added some side dishes with chopsticks, and ate them bite by bite.

"Ming Yang."

The person whose name was directly called suddenly straightened his back, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and he sighed a little decadently.

How could he admit that he was crying because he was afraid of being ugly?This is not in line with his status as emperor.

But Mu Beimo, who didn't know what happened, wouldn't let him go so easily. He stared at him with a cold face at the moment. own ideas.

"I'm afraid I'll be ugly when I'm pregnant."

"What?" Mu Beimo couldn't react to Mingyang's mosquito-like voice, and then burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Ming Yang became angry from embarrassment, and glared at Mu Beimo all of a sudden. Why is this person like this? He is so anxious that he still has the heart to laugh.

He turned his head angrily, and the tears that had just flowed from his eyes welled up again.

After a while, there was no movement, and when he could hardly hold back his tears, a pair of arms wrapped him in his arms, and a heavy sigh came from his ear.

The other party rested his head on his shoulder, and the warm breath spread over the skin on the side of his neck. He blushed again, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and sniffed his nose uselessly.

"Fool, I won't dislike you even if you become ugly. Besides, Yang'er is the most beautiful in my heart, and no one can replace you."

A deep voice whispered in his ear, Ming Yang blushed slightly, his heart was tickled as if being teased, he turned his face away, "I know how to make me happy with sweet words."

"How could it be to make you happy? Do you know how the world judges you?"

"How to comment?"

Ming Yang blinked, raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and asked curiously with his nose shrunk.

"You want to know?" Mu Beimo chuckled, pinching Ming Yang's red ears.

"I, I don't want to. What the world wants to say is whatever it is. I don't care what they think."

Ming Yang kept his mouth shut, but in fact he was very curious about what the people said, but Ming Yang seemed particularly humiliated when he said it.

"Then eat quickly, and I will take you somewhere later." Mu Beimo scratched his nose with a smile, and Ming Yang covered his nose reflexively.

"Where are you going?" He still couldn't help asking.

"Be obedient and finish eating the noodles first." Mu Beimo raised his chin and pointed to the noodles that Ming Yang had just eaten.

"Okay." Ming Yang looked at Mu Beimo's smiling face, pursed his mouth, picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.