On this day, Mu Qingyang stayed in the small courtyard and never came out for a single step, except for some waiters who would come from time to time to deliver water and food, Mu Xuelun and Hua Lang never appeared again.

At the beginning, Mu Qingyang wanted to find out some news from those people's mouths, but after trying again and again, she thought that her excellent temperament had been consumed.

These people coming in and out are like the two waiters who led the way before, and without half a sentence of nonsense, it is simply difficult to open Chrysostom.

So much so that Mu Qingyang once wondered if these people couldn't speak.

Although this attitude is respectful to Mu Qingyang, they all have a cold face almost the whole time, as if someone owes them two silver taels.

Later, she was also interested in not asking more, drinking water when she was thirsty, eating when she was hungry, and always coming anyway......

At ten o'clock in the evening, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are scattered like diamonds in the curtain-like night sky.

At the beginning of the lanterns, Hua Lang's figure appeared in the small courtyard where Mu Qingyang was resting.

"Little Huahua!" The moment he saw Hua Lang, Mu Qingyang's eyes flashed with dazzling light, and he was excited to bounce up from the chair.

It's been a day! It's been a day!

"Where did you go just now? Why haven't you seen anyone this day?" and ......" Mu Qingyang, who held back for a day and didn't find anyone to speak, threw one question after another directly at Hua Lang like a cannon.

"Which one do you want him to answer first?!" Before Hanaro could react, a magnetic but unwarm voice sounded behind Hanalang.

"Mu Xuelun!" Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, knowing that it was King Chen, he was also here.

Sure enough, before the words fell, a beautiful face met Mu Qingyang's eyes.

As soon as no one walked to the round table in the middle of the hall, he sat down casually.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to reach out and pour tea, Mu Qingyang hurriedly stepped forward, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Mu Xuelun with both hands.

The corners of Mu Xuelun's mouth hooked, and he nodded, just letting her put the cup on the table.

He raised his eyes and looked at Hanalang not far away.

Hua Lang knew and quickly came to the table.

"Sit. "The simplicity of the curtain is rare softness.

Hanarang naturally sat down beside him.

Seeing this, Mu Qingyang also sat beside Hua Lang.

But before she could sit down on the stool, she saw Mu Xuelun frowning.

She quickly turned her gaze away, as if she hadn't seen it.

Mu Qingyang knew in his heart that he should have an opinion about his casualness again!

On the way from Moon Bay to the capital of Longyan Kingdom, he didn't know how many times he had put a stinky face on himself!

She didn't know how many times she had heard that cynical ridicule.

What rules, rules!

Doesn't it mean that King Chen is the person who doesn't talk about any rules?!

Why are there so many rules and regulations for her?!

It seems wrong to do anything in his eyes!

In Mu Qingyang's eyes, Mu Xuelun is like a book of etiquette, and he knows almost everything......

"General, although General Mu is in a prison, he has not suffered much. Hua Lang was on the side, and said to Mu Qingyang with a calm face.

"Little Huahua, are you going to the prison?!" Mu Qingyang's expression changed when he heard it, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

But what she didn't expect was that after hearing her words, Hua Lang rarely did not respond, but turned his head directly in the direction of Mu Xuelun