Chapter Ninety-Two: Lost

Kindly told them to get up, and they got a nose injury.

There is really no heavenly reason, there is no royal law!

Mu Qianxun turned over, supported his hands, stretched lazily, and asked in a daze: "What do you bully people to do, and they boil medicine for you early in the morning, you don't appreciate it!"

"What kind of affection is received, it's not that you don't give him silver. It was his duty to boil the medicine, and it was almost noon before he boiled the medicine!

A little childishly muttered.

Mu Qianxun sat up, wearing only a white middle coat, and his delicate body was in full view.

said with a smile: "He said that I came, then he deserves it!"

If Langzhong is still there, it is estimated that the nosebleed will flow out of the gas again, and the husband and wife will probably look like this!

Mu Qianxun put clothes on his body and asked, "How is it, are you still uncomfortable?"

Mu Youchen smiled brightly, and a pair of bright eyes stared directly at Mu Qianxun: "It's all right, Xun'er took care of me all night yesterday, right?"

"No, this girl has slept all night, how can I have time to take care of you!"

Mu Youchen touched her nose and muttered thoughtfully: "In this way, Xun'er won't take advantage of my delirium again... Take advantage of me, right?"

Mu Qianxun covered his forehead, his face was gloomy, and he said viciously: "Mu Youchen! If you talk nonsense again, I will... Sew your mouth shut! What can I take advantage of you!"

Mu Youchen waved his robe casually and sat down next to Mu Qianxun steadily.

Rubbing her chin, he pecked her red lips lightly, and his eyes flashed with cunning: "If you sew it, you won't be able to kiss Xun'er, isn't it a great loss?"

Happy like a child who stole candy, his handsome and extraordinary face is even more bewitching.

Mu Qianxun slapped his hand away, puffing out angrily: "What's the matter with me?"

"Doesn't Xun'er like to kiss you for her husband?

Last time!Last time!Last time!Last time!Last time!You're still over, this girl can't bear it anymore, if she doesn't teach you a lesson, you don't know when you will talk about it! Mu Qianxun roared in his heart.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around and grabbed his neck, a little annoyed and angry: "Mu Youchen! You shut up for me! I knew that I should have disabled you last night, and let people talk nonsense all day long!"

Mu Youchen's face turned red when he was pinched, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he didn't break Mu Qianxun's hand across his neck, but reached under Mu Qianxun's armpit with both hands, and lightly touched it.

Mu Qianxun's two jade hands instantly retracted, his eyes slanted slightly, and he looked at Mu Youchen with a smile, which was very cute.

The corners of Mu Youchen's mouth hooked a big arc, smiled evilly, his hands bent slightly, and kept approaching Mu Qianxun.

Mu Qianxun retreated to the corner of the bed, clamped his armpits, and scolded with a smile on his face: "You... Stay away from me!"

Mu Youchen shook his head, and the whole person turned over and got on the bed: "Madame just wanted to strangle her husband to death!

As she spoke, a pair of big hands were placed on her waist, and her ten fingers waved lightly.

Mu Qianxun continued to retreat, his head hit the wall of the bed, and there was no way to retreat.

He giggled and hurried to block her waist, and his armpits were empty again.

Mu Youchen's eyes flashed with light, and his hands moved up, scratching under her armpits.

Mu Qianxun's body writhed back and forth, but he couldn't shake off Mu Youchen's hand alive or dead, as if it was glued to his body.

Anyway, Mu Qianxun only has two hands, and he can't take care of it there if he can take care of it here, and he is almost out of breath when he is scratched.

The corners of Mu Qianxun's eyes were filled with tears, and laughter filled every corner of the room.

When Mu Qianxun didn't have any strength in his body, Mu Youchen finally stopped, propped his hands on the bed, and stared at Mu Qianxun with burning eyes.

Mu Qianxun stopped laughing, gasping for breath quickly, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with Mu Youchen, and met Mu Youchen's eyes vigilantly, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He smiled: "Enough trouble, do you still want to do it?"

"What do you say, ma'am?" said a lonely man and a widow, a man who was dry and a firewood, what can he do?"

Mu Qianxun's forehead suddenly jumped, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he threatened: "Mu Youchen, don't go too far, be careful I tell my ancestor to go!"

A petite woman huddled in a ball, hiding in the corner of the bed;

A tall and sturdy man stared at him with a playful expression, and his smile was charming.

There is a feeling that the little white rabbit is being targeted by the big bad wolf, will it be eaten, or... Will it be eaten?

"Xun'er, anyway, the ancestor is not here now, so it's better for us..." The smile on the corner of his mouth became a little stronger, and his eyes flashed with dazzling light.

His appearance didn't look like he was joking, Mu Qianxun felt a little bad, and laughed dryly: "That, I'm so hungry, it's time for us to have lunch..."

As he spoke, he violently pushed away Mu Youchen's arm in front of him, faster than a rabbit, and was about to slip away.

The long arm hooked her slender waist, and with a gentle hug back, Mu Qianxun fell into his arms, and his good smell was full of his snort.

"Xun'er, didn't you say you're hungry?

A demagogic voice rang in my ears.

What he said about feeding, of course, did not mean to take her to eat, Mu Qianxun immediately understood.

Her cheeks were flushed, as if her heart was about to pop out, and she vigorously broke the arm across her waist without moving.

"Mu Youchen, you're not here for real, the ancestor has picked your skin!"

The restless struggle of the body, like a naughty swimming fish.

"Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic! Peeling the skin and peeling the bones is all in the future, right?"

Being held in his arms, he clearly felt that the heat from his body was getting hotter and hotter, Mu Qianxun completely collapsed, the feeling of fear rose in his heart, and he struggled more and more.

"Silly girl, aren't you counterproductive?" Affectionately smacked her cheeks, and her tickled, nice voice was a little hoarse.

Mu Qianxun's body stiffened, as if he understood something, and he didn't dare to move again, but he still didn't want to let go.

Suddenly, his figure flashed, and he knelt in front of her with his hands on her shoulders.

The handsome face enlarged in vain, a piece of softness pressed against her lips, and her hands moved to her back.

As he pressed down, the whole person slowly leaned down, and fell limply on the bed.

The slippery tongue touched her lips, gently cracked her teeth, and wrapped around her tongue, unusually lingering, and the fragrant and sweet taste was mixed together.

Gentle as a feather, let her intoxicated, little hands climbed up his neck, shy response.

I don't remember Fang Cai's struggle to resist at all, and he doesn't even mind the heavy weight that is still under pressure on his body.

Mu Youchen's slender fingers slowly slid across her cheeks, untying the belt on her chest one by one.

Mu Qianxun's body stiffened, and under his emotional kiss, he gradually softened again, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't hide his nervousness.

Dressed in dishevels, his strong and white chest was exposed to the air, Mu Qianxun put his hands in front of his chest, only glanced at it, and turned his head away in a panic.

Mu Youchen kissed her soft fragrant shoulder, put her right hand on her flat lower abdomen casually, and chuckled: "Why did Xun'er turn around, but she was not satisfied with her husband's body?"

Mu Qianxun's cheeks instantly turned red like a sunset, biting his lip, unable to cope with his teasing.

Mu Youchen slowly leaned down and pressed her delicate body, and the temperature of each other spread instantly, which made Mu Qianxun tremble.

Sticking to her lips, biting lightly, crispy and numb, a low voice with a little comfort sounded: "Xun'er, don't be afraid." ”

Bursts of pain swept through his body, Mu Qianxun frowned, and couldn't help but snort softly.

His hands were on his back, stroking the scars he had just formed, and his heart ached.

A muffled, low, gasp echoed through the room.

Today is the beginning of winter, noon is about to pass, the cold wind outside the house is blowing, but the interior is faintly warm, rippling with a special beautiful atmosphere.

Mu Qianxun held the corner of the quilt with one hand, revealing a snow-white fragrant shoulder, with a trace of sweetness on his face, his hair hanging down on the pillow, and he was sleeping fragrantly.

Mu Youchen propped up one hand under his head, and reached out to help Mu Qianxun tuck the corners of the quilt, with a tender and sweet face.

Slender fingers caressed her soft and rosy cheeks over and over again, and a sense of steadiness filled her heart.

Today is the day of Mu Yilin's marriage, and the entire imperial city is boiling because of this, and it is unprecedentedly lively.

Yang Chun married his daughter, the scene was even grander than that of Nahou, eight or nine out of ten ministers in the court were invited to come, and the rest of the people also prepared generous gifts, and the face was enough.

The long red carpet was pulled straight from the palace gate to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Mu Rufeng's marriage was really not enough compared to this.

This wedding banquet should have been placed in the palace, but now the Prime Minister's Mansion has been arranged into an auditorium, and Mu Yunfan has to deign to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to preside over Mu Yilin's wedding.

The exaggerated size of the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion is estimated to be about the size of half a palace.

It was cleaned up, not even a grain of dust could be seen on the ground, and the tablecloths on the table were all made of fine red silk, which was extravagant and made people blush.

Roughly calculated, there are hundreds of tables in this wedding banquet, but there is no crowding at all, which shows how big this prime minister's mansion is!

In Mu Yunfan's eyes, it is becoming more and more unpleasant, this Yang Chun has cultivated the Prime Minister's Mansion so much, isn't it to replace his palace?

Most of the ministers brought their families over, and when there were many people, it was inevitable that there would be a lot of noise, and the loud voices would shake the sky.

In order to express his joy, Yang Chun took out 30,000 taels of silver and distributed it to the people in the city, everyone had a share, and the beggars on the street all ate meat, which was really a celebration of the whole world!

Grace has always been only suitable for emperors, and if someone else gives it, it can't help but make people doubt his motives.

Mu Yilin instantly became the focus of everyone's eyes and stood at the peak of dazzling.

In the eyes of everyone, this childish young man, innocent and innocent, will never pose a threat to anyone, and the throne will not fall into his hands if it falls into anyone's hands.