When it was time for lunch, after eating and drinking, Qinghui walked around and ran to Mu Feng's bed to catch up on sleep.

In the past few years, Mu Feng has been so cold with a face, no matter where Qinghui sleeps at night, he has to rub it over.

He has secretly asked the little emperor for a decree, as long as Ye Dehao is removed, Qinghui is his rightful Princess Changshun, and he will be old at that time, and he can choose to go to the fiefdom.

His fief is the Huaijiang area, which is usually rich and happy, and it is estimated that there will not be so much right and wrong after that.

Mu Feng thought about the rest of the matter very comprehensively.

So Qinghui is also very accustomed to this situation.

I went to take a nap directly.

Mu Feng is going to deal with things.

It is expected that Ye Dehao may have any movement in the near future.

Let people be around to step up their guards.

***

When it was night, the night breeze was cool and fluttering, skimming around the Changshun Palace.

Halfway through his sleep, Qinghui was awakened by a loud noise.

There was a faint glow of fire around.

Qinghui opened his eyes a little confused.

On the highest building in the palace, it is no longer the same as before.

Probably due to Qinghui's love for moonlight, curtains were covered around the roof, and the provincial wind blew the two of them.

Qinghui had just poked his little head out of the curtain and poked his head out to see what was going on.

I saw that Mu Feng's bedroom was surrounded by bright yellow flames.

Qinghui's eyes blinked, and his hand touched the soft sword wrapped around his waist.

Like, there is another fight to fight?

Qinghui blinked his eyes and was thinking about it when he felt his hand being pulled.

She looked sideways.

I saw that Mu Feng was a little sleepy in his eyes, supporting his body, his black hair was scattered on the sheets and his snow-white chest, his knuckles and good-looking fingertips grabbed Qinghui's wrist, and Qinggui's voice was low and hoarse, which was very good, "What's wrong?" ”

Qinghui raised his hand and pointed out.

"Others, burn down your house!"

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, the sleepiness under his eyes dissipated slightly, and he looked at the little girl in front of him intently, although he felt that Shangqinghui still had that expression, but it was inexplicably making people feel that she was gloating.

"That's a good thing we slept here at night?"

"Nope."

The soft sword on Qinghui's waist had been completely withdrawn, and with a bang, he threw the soft sword straight, and his little expression was quite arrogant.

With absolute confidence.

If she was down there, the group wouldn't even have a chance to order a house.

Mu Feng looked at the other party with an excited face, an expression that was not a big deal to see the excitement, thought about it, and spoke, "Is the bed comfortable?" ”

Qinghui had already stood up, and Mu Feng followed and brought the coat that Qinghui had put aside, so that Qinghui could wear it, it would be cold outside, and it would be cold.

Qinghui got dressed, and when he heard this, he didn't hesitate to speak, "It's comfortable." ”

"Oh, it's burned now."

The corners of Mu Feng's lips twitched slightly.

With a little badness, looking at Qinghui's eyes was slightly round.

It seems that this fact has just been reflected.

Of course, it doesn't matter if he wants to, he can make a more comfortable bed in any room he wants.

It's just that he likes to see Qinghui's shocked and angry little appearance.

It's kind of funny.

I heard Qinghui speak, and his voice was serious and serious.

"I'm going to avenge the bed."