"Alas......"

Mu Xiaomeow lay on the bed and sighed again.

"It's already one hundred and eighty-one." Bei Mingjue counted interestingly, and his bright eyes stared directly at Mu Xiaomeow's beautiful little face.

"Who told you that the management measures of the palace are too bad!" Hearing this, Mu Xiaomeow Huo Ran was angry and jumped up suddenly.

I was sleeping well, but I woke up after a while of movement, and I was actually in the house of the North Immortal Jue, and the door was locked. There was also a group of black-clothed people guarding outside the house, saying that they wanted them to cultivate their feelings, but they were stunned and refused to open the door.

"This king didn't expect his father to be so stubborn and do such a desperate job." Bei Mingjue sat in front of the desk and said helplessly.

Mu Xiaomeow turned over and lay on the edge of the bed, a hint of cunning slid through her eyes that were as bright as mirrors.

"Brother Jue, doesn't he sleep?"

"Huh?" Bei Mingjue was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, how can you sleep like this?

"It's okay, you can rest first."

Mu Xiaomeow pursed her lips boringly, and her big eyes continued to wander, revealing a weird smile.

Miss Ben is out of the horse, I don't believe you don't sleep.

For a moment, Bei Mingjue only felt that there seemed to be a certain three-dimensional moving slowly beside him, and looked over vigilantly.

What caught his eye was Mu Xiaomeow's sleepy face, and her small mouth was slightly pouting.

"You're not sleeping yet?" Bei Mingjue exclaimed in surprise.

"Well, you can't sleep." Mu Xiaomeow pretended to be complaining and pointed to the oil lamp next to the bed, and smiled secretly in her heart.

Little light, I'm sorry, I'm going to treat you as a lamb.

Bei Mingjue's face stiffened, he glanced at the oil lamp, and then at Mu Xiaomeow's tired appearance.

He accepted his fate, if Mu Xiaomeow's appearance was discovered by those secret guards sent by his father tomorrow, wouldn't he be scolded to death by his father?

With a long sigh, he stood up and picked up Mu Xiaomeow and walked to the bed.

"You have to promise this king that today's events must not be known to the North Dawn." Bei Mingjue resolutely remembered his brother's different feelings for Mu Xiaomeow, and immediately said.

"Well, Xiao Meow Zhilu said." Mu Xiaomeow nodded solemnly, and made a promise with two fingers pointing towards the sky.

"That's good." Bei Mingjue looked at Mu Xiaomeow's movements amusedly, and said lightly.

The two of them both fell asleep, and the Northern Secret that they thought it would be very peaceful this night was deflated again.

The faint fragrance on Mu Xiaomeo's body entered his nose, which made Bei Mingjue feel a little unconsciously, and his expression tightened. I prayed in my heart that Mu Xiaomeow would not find out.

But God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

Mu Xiaomeow suddenly raised her head, innocently blinked her big clear eyes, and pointed to the swollen thing under a certain prince suspiciously: "What is this?" ”

Bei Mingjue smiled a little awkwardly, and explained extremely nonsensically: "That's the sausage that this king has hidden for supper." ”