Kite falling into red dust

But the queen mother refused to accept his reason, saying that after the beginning of spring, he would choose a few more concubines for him to enrich the harem anyway.

These few are already redundant, how many more should be added?But of course he didn't dare to say that to the queen mother.

"Is Your Majesty in a bad mood?" Mo Yuan asked.

"Alas..." He sighed, and flicked the snow on top of a red plum with his fingers, "You have finally learned to read your face, then can you guess why the widow is in a bad mood?"

Mo Yuan lowered his head, "Mo Yuan, I don't know. But the king can tell Mo Yuan how to make the king feel better, and Mo Yuan will do it right away."

He tried his best to raise his head and tried to look over the high palace wall to see the scenery outside, but unfortunately he could only see a corner of the sky dotted with stars. "Tonight is New Year's Eve. It must be very lonely for Lang Hao to celebrate the New Year in Xiao Manor alone. I want to go and see him."

"Your Majesty!"

"Okay, okay!" Not wanting to hear Mo Yuan think about himself, he said hastily, "I don't know, I'm just talking."

But Mo Yuan said: "Actually, it's not impossible. If Your Majesty wants to see Young Master Xiao, Mo Yuan can go and bring him here."

"You really can? Then hurry up! Otherwise, the queen mother will call the widow again in a while."

"promise."

When he was leaving, Mo Yuan's mouth suddenly curled into a faint smile for no reason.

"Ah... Hei Mumu let me down! Can't you go to see me in a carriage? Are you not tired of flying around with me in your arms?!"

Mo Yuan firmly held Xiao Langhao's waist with one hand, and ran briskly on the roofs of the capital, jumping from the roof of one building to another building a few meters away from time to time, while still blushing and panting She answered him confidently: "Not tired, it's faster."

"But I'm tired!!!" Xiao Langhao's screams from the heart echoed throughout the capital.

"Murong Mingyu, as the king of a country, can't you take care of your bodyguard? It's going to break my bones." Seeing Murong Mingyu, Xiao Langhao complained to him.

Mo Yuan said in a low voice with a dark face, "As a commoner, how dare you call His Majesty by his name?"

Xiao Langhao raised his chin, "You slave, what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson! Your king hasn't spoken yet!"

"Okay, people who celebrate Chinese New Year can't be kind." Murong Mingyu knew that Mo Yuan would not be able to quarrel with Xiao Langhao, and he was afraid that he would get angry again, so he hurried out to smooth things over, "Lang Hao, what do you want to eat?" Is it? The widow asked the imperial chef to make it and send it over."

Xiao Langhao sat down cross-legged on the cattail mat, "I've eaten it, as long as there are exquisite snacks, I'll be fine. If I can borrow the light of King Yan, who I grew up with, to celebrate the New Year in this palace, I will already be Amitabha , how dare you make any excessive demands?"

"It's not in the right shape!" Murong Mingyu glared at him, and ordered a servant to tell the imperial chef to make some dim sum right away, then put on a sable fur, and said, "The plum blossoms in Xihua Garden are blooming well. Alright, let's take a look with the widow."

Xiao Langhao tilted his neck and looked at him, "Why do I think this should be the work of your concubines?"

He took Xiao Langhao's sable fur and threw it on his body forcefully, "Get up! There are so many words!"

Although the two of them would not have any good things to say when they met, but when Murong Mingyu was depressed, only Xiao Langhao could make him feel more relaxed.

"Oh, the queen mother is going to choose a concubine for you. Good thing, soon you will be able to have three thousand beauties in the harem, and you can sleep with whomever you want!"