The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

After they decided to go to Nanshan, they ordered the housekeeper to help pack their luggage. After entering the palace to bid farewell to Lin Xi and Ming Yin, they embarked on the journey to Nanshan.

Han Ziling's condition was still not very good, Ming Yang didn't say much, just patted him on the shoulder.

Everyone who knew their itinerary came to see them off, but Mo Xihe was the only one who could not be seen. Ming Yang smiled helplessly at Mu Beimo.

After saying goodbye, they got into the carriage, Ming Yang looked at his father and Zhan Cheng at the gate of the palace, feeling a little bit reluctant, until he went out of the gate, he couldn't see the bustling appearance of the city.

"I'll be back soon, don't be sad." Eyes were covered by warm palms, Ming Yang felt a burst of warmth, then he relaxed his body and leaned against him.

"Ah."

The bigger the month in his stomach, the more obvious the cold air will be. Ming Yang deeply understood his father's words. On the way to Nanshan, every morning he would feel unbearable pain in his stomach.

It's like being wrapped in ice and snow, no matter how many quilts you wrap, it's useless, your hands and feet are cold and you keep shaking.

"Ziling, is there any way to make Yang'er feel better?" Mu Beimo looked at the curled up figure in his arms, and his eyes turned red with distress.

"I can only take medicine to relieve it, but it's only for a while. Taking too much of this medicine is not good for the emperor and the child's health."

Han Ziling sighed softly. What he didn't expect was that the coldness in Ming Yang's body was so severe. He calculated that the abdominal pain would be in the month when he was about to give birth. Unexpectedly, it was a full two months earlier.

"Isn't the internal strength too good?" Mu Beimo's heart ached, and he felt a ball of cotton stuck in his throat.

Han Ziling shook his head, "The emperor is pregnant with a child, if he uses his internal force to force the cold air back, the child may be miscarried."

Mu Beimo fed Ming Yang the medicine with red eyes, and helped him wipe the cold sweat off his forehead with trembling hands, but he felt a coldness.

Ming Yang shivered from the cold, his stomach hurt unbearably, he held Mu Beimo's hand nostalgicly, and smiled with difficulty on his pale lips.

"Brother Beimo, don't worry, I'm fine."

The more Mingyang was like this, the more Mu Beimo blamed himself. He put his arms around Mingyang, but he couldn't do anything.

The discomfort on Ming Yang's body gradually subsided, and he was too tired to move, and his whole clothes were soaked with sweat.

After confirming that Mingyang no longer had abdominal pain, Mu Beimo asked Xiaoer for hot water, carefully put him in, and washed the sweat off his body.

Seeing his peaceful sleeping face, Mu Beimo kissed his forehead pityingly, and then hugged him to sleep.

They rushed left and right for almost a month, and finally arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. He had already sent a message to Master, so someone came to pick them up as soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Senior Brother Beimo, long time no see." The disciple who came was named Qinghe, his master's closed disciple, with a thin body, and he was quiet.

"Qinghe, long time no see." Mu Beimo saluted back, and Qinghe got on his horse and led the people up the mountain.

Autumn in the south has not yet fully arrived, and it is still warm even at night. Walking on the path, the yellowed ginkgo leaves slowly fall, forming a beautiful scenery on the path.

This is the place where Mu Beimo lived for more than a year. Looking at all this, Ming Yang felt that he had participated in the missing part of Mu Beimo's life again.

"Do you want to know why I am here as a teacher?" Mu Beimo said proactively.

Ming Yang shook his head, blinked and motioned for him to continue.

"At that time, I was very young, and followed to the southern border, but on the way back, I was ambushed. I was seriously injured, and was rescued by Shen Yu. Later, I realized that my ability was limited, so I worshiped Master as my teacher. It wasn't until people at the border found me that I learned and returned to the capital."

Mu Beimo told this story lightly, but Ming Yang felt something different. He knelt down and put his arms around his neck, and buried his head in his neck and rubbed it lightly.

He had never heard Mu Beimo tell this story. When he was young, Mu Beimo often disappeared. Before he knew it, he had experienced many things that he didn't know.

"It's okay, it's all over." Mu Beimo hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly, and only after letting him go did he notice that the little fool was crying again.

"Little fool, why are you crying again?" Mu Beimo wiped his tears with his hand.

"I didn't cry." Ming Yang wiped away tears, looked up at Mu Beimo's face, high nose, and thin lips, then looked at his deep eyes, and finally leaned over and kissed kiss him.

"In the future, you will never be allowed to do such a dangerous thing. Whoever they want to do can go, and whoever wants to fight can fight. In short, you are not allowed to go." Ming Yang said domineeringly, and when he was done, he hugged him tightly again, The chest rose and fell violently.

"Okay, I'll listen to Yang'er." Mu Beimo smiled and stroked his hair gently.

Ming Yang knew that Mu Beimo had devoted his entire life to the country, and was also working hard to keep his throne. He started fighting with the old general in the North and South when he was very young, and often put himself in danger, but he was always in danger. Protected and unscathed.

He knows that such a powerful man also has his shortcomings and negligence, but Ming Yang thinks that enough is enough, it is enough that he treats me well.

While the two were talking, they arrived at Nanshan Mountain. They couldn't get on the carriage for the last section of the road, so they had to get off and walk.

The house hidden not far away can be vaguely seen, smoky, like a fairyland on earth.

Ming Yang held his stomach and followed behind them. He refused Mu Beimo's support and walked independently.

"The road is slippery, be careful." Mu Beimo followed anxiously and kept reminding him.

"My lord, you're just too worried, let the emperor exercise more." Han Ziling turned to look at them, with envy in his eyes.

"Yes, I can do it myself, don't worry." Ming Yang smiled, and quickly followed Han Ziling's pace.

The two chattered about the scenery on the roadside, while listening to Han Ziling talking about the medicine of the weeds on the roadside, and talking about the weather in the south, Mu Beimo was just left behind, and he shook his head helplessly.

Finally followed Qinghe to the house, where there are many wooden houses, like a small village.

Xu knew that they were coming, and many people were waiting for them in front of the largest wooden house. Ming Yang took a closer look, and the leader was an old man with a white beard, who looked like he was hundreds of years old, but his back was so small Still straight, besides that, he also saw two acquaintances.

"Beimo is back?" The old man with a white beard greeted him with a smile, and he found himself before he reached Mu Beimo, and walked straight towards him.

"This is my apprentice's daughter-in-law, ouch, your belly is so big?"

Ming Yang was a little confused by his enthusiasm, but he still politely called Master.

"Hey, hey, that's great, that's great, what's your name?"

"My name is Ming Yang, and this is my friend Han Ziling." Ming Yang introduced himself and Han Ziling.

"Hello, master." Han Ziling greeted politely.

"Okay, you must be very tired after driving for so long, come in and sit down, Qinghe, take your followers to the guest room and put down your things." Yuan Xuan arranged everything, and then greeted Ming Yang and the others to enter the room .

"Junior brother, long time no see." Shen Yu was wearing a black uniform, which removed some of his slutty appearance, but his peach blossom eyes were still unrestrained.

"Senior brother." Ming Yang called out politely, and turned around to find that Mu Beimo had been pulled aside by Yuan Xuan to whisper.

"Go ahead, the old man probably has a lot to say to him." Shen Yu looked in their direction and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"It's been a long time since they have seen each other." Ming Yang looked in their direction, and found a trace of helplessness on Mu Beimo's cold face, and the two of them were talking quietly, which probably could make up for his lack of parents since he was a child. missing it.

Ming Yang had expected to meet Nie Weiping here a long time ago. He thought he could forget everything before, but he found that it didn't seem to be the case. Seeing that familiar face, he still couldn't stop feeling pain in his heart.

Nie Weiping lost the disgusting feeling he had before, and instead became very calm. He was carefully arranging the dishes on the table, as if noticing that he was looking at him, and instead smiled towards him.

Seeing that Ming Yang's gaze had been on Nie Weiping, Shen Yu explained his doubts.

"Don't worry, he doesn't remember anything from the past."

That's right, he doesn't remember anything from the past. Ming Yang smiled, but his heart was not so relaxed. After all, he and Mu Beimo suffered a lot from the crazy things he did before.

The moment Ming Yang was stupefied, Nie Weiping had already walked over, hugging Shen Yu's arm affectionately, with a smile on his face that Ming Yang had never seen before.

"Brother Yu, this is the wife of your junior brother."

Nie Weiping really forgot everything, looked at himself innocently and asked, Ming Yang smiled and greeted him.

"My name is Ming Yang, and I am the wife of Junior Brother Shen Yu."

"Ah, my name is Nie Weiping."

Shen Yu pinched Nie Weiping's face with a smile, Nie Weiping immediately smiled happily, stood on tiptoe and leaned on Shen Yu's body, Ming Yang watched the interaction between the two, and felt slightly relieved.

"Why haven't you gone in yet? Are your feet sore? I'll go in and rub it for you." Mu Beimo's voice came from behind, Ming Yang turned around with a smile, and was hugged into his arms.

"I'm fine, let's go in first." He shook his head, withdrew from Mu Beimo's arms, and pulled him inside.

"Slow down, the steps are a bit slippery."

"Okay, you are just too careful, how can you fall so easily?"

"They have such a good relationship." Nie Weiping said with emotion, he smelled the rouge smell on Shen Yu's body, but he didn't say anything, just muttered.

"Isn't our relationship bad?" Shen Yu touched Nie Weiping's head with a rather doting voice.

"Well, it's pretty good." Nie Weiping smiled, hiding the unnaturalness in his eyes.

[The author has something to say: the next chapter is the ending chapter, and I will write a side story later, Xiao Chuyue, Moxi and Shen Yu will both write ~]