It was an irritating rainy day.

Thinking so, he suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was low, he couldn't hear what it was, and he seemed to complain a little, "Sure enough, the breath is already soaked." ”

He rolled over again.

With no one around, he rarely looks like a child.

Slowly propped himself up, glanced sideways at the side, was brought by Qinghui, and then kicked off the bedding by her in the middle of the night.

He raised his hand, covered half of his face, and sighed.

So—

"Don't mess with me......"

He can't help it, and he controls this reassuring existence in his arms.

It doesn't matter what her purpose is, who sent it.

He clearly understands that if he wants to keep her completely, he needs more power.

And then there's ...... Unscrupulous means, no matter the cost.

He has never been a good person, as a member of the royal family, even if he is just fifteen years old, he has used a lot of means, and the secrets in the royal family are unspeakable, and he understands it clearly, and even the driving force behind it for a lot of time.

He can disguise, he can be innocent, he can pretend to be a weak prince who is oppressed by the regent, but at the same time, he also knows how cold-blooded and ruthless he really is.

Obviously, this little girl has provoked him.

***

Qinghui had already finished his breakfast in the eyes of everyone, and stretched out his hand to touch Mu Feng's breakfast.

Seeing Qinghui pick up the small pastry that belonged to Mu Feng, bite it in his mouth and hold it like this, Uncle Fu couldn't help but want to say something.

Although you may be the first mistress of the palace next, you can't be so pampered, right?

But before he could speak, he heard the sound of people saluting outside.

It was Mu Feng who came over.

Uncle Fu closed his voice, Qinghui turned his head, and saw Mu Feng raise his hand to lift the curtain at the door.

The subordinate with a paper umbrella behind him stepped aside, he raised his hand, and rigorously flicked the water droplets on his shoulder, only to look at Qinghui.

Of course, Qinghui himself knew that he had snatched food from someone's bowl.

Seeing that the owner of the pastry in his mouth was coming, his eyes blinked, and he held it like this, and then quickly took a bite.

Then the movement slows down.

Anyway, she's already had a bite, so he can't come over and grab it from her, right?

Qinghui thought very well in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, eating soft pastries, and tasting the sweet and fragrant red bean paste.

saw that Mu Feng had already walked up to her.

looked sideways, glanced at the plate where he was obviously missing a red bean bun, and then looked at Qinghui triumphantly biting half of the red bean bun and looking at his small appearance.

It's really like looking for a job to eat.

Mu Feng didn't speak, picked up the porridge on the table and drank a few sips, looking at the continuous rain outside the house.

His delicate brow furrowed slightly.

"Lord Wang, it's time for the last dynasty."

Uncle Fu was the first to remind.

After all, on rainy days, the speed of the sedan chair carriage is slower than on a sunny day, so the departure time is still slightly earlier.

Mu Feng nodded, put down the porridge bowl in his hand, and saw that Qinghui had finished eating the red bean bun in three or two bites, and looked directly at the two red bean buns left on the plate.

The gaze was so straightforward that people didn't know what to say to her.

Mu Feng raised his hand, picked up the two red bean buns, and then threw them at Qinghui.