Two soft lip flaps, gently touched, like hair rippling through the heart, itchy, indescribable feeling, in someone's heart rippled slightly.

It seems that there is something that wants to break out of the cocoon, I don't know it yet, many years later, when Mu Xiqing recalled this scene, I knew that kind of thing, called heartbeat.

Although it was only for a moment, the real touch made Mu Xiqing suddenly sober, needless to say, he also knew what happened at this time.

Especially in his current posture, he threw himself into his arms and took the initiative to kiss, of course, he had to ignore the hand around his waist that automatically held him, it was more like he took the initiative.

It's not a coincidence, but Mu Xiqing has never been a person who believes in coincidences.

There is a sentence to say, all coincidences are a person's deliberate thinking, although Mu Xiqing is not sure why the man in front of him is relying on himself, but speculating in his heart is not a good thing.

Thinking about the moment when Di Mohan let go of his hand, and the slip under his feet, and then looked at someone's eyes that seemed to be smiling now.

Mu Xiqing is not stupid, she instantly understood what was going on, her face darkened, and her eyes deepened.

Gritting his teeth in his heart, he slandered: "This black-bellied man actually plays this game with himself~"

Reaching out, his mouth cocked, and he pushed hard, ready to stand up from his arms.

"You kissed this king, so excessive, don't cheat." Suddenly, I heard someone's voice as clear as the wind.

In a short sentence, just blocking the previous sentence of Mu Xiqing, if I have done anything excessive to King Han, I can consider it as appropriate.

Mu Xiqing's body stiffened. She was really impressed by someone's shameless spirit.

At the same time, there was a "bang-" sound.

The sound of the window pushing open directly drowned out Di Mo Han's words.

Then, Mo Yi'an's chic figure jumped in flexibly from the window, accompanied by a cheerful voice: "Lord Wang, I have something to talk to you about-"

"You must be very interested—"

Someone who jumped in while talking, only happy to be happy, and when he jumped down from the window, before he could stand still, he looked at the scene in front of him, his legs flashed, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the reaction was fast enough, and he reached out to hold the window, so he didn't fall, but the funny word in the back was stuck in his throat.

"Ahem, cough, cough-" The picture is too beautiful and exciting, especially for a talent with rich imagination like Mo Yi'an, just in front of him, countless thoughts have passed over his head.

Does the prince like a little white face?

Isn't the blue sky and white sun too public?

The prince is going to be bent.

But what kind of person is he, except that he is not in tune, he loves to watch lively and good shows, especially the good shows of his prince.

At this time, how could I miss such an opportunity, hurry up, get on the show, do a full set of plays, and don't feel embarrassed at all.

Pretending to be stunned, he froze in place, paused slightly for two seconds, and after being surprised, he looked at the two people holding him opposite: "Lord Wang...... Little white face, you, you-"

Hearing this, Mu Xiqing had already turned his head sideways, and Yu Guang glanced at Mo Yi'an, seeing the meaning in the other party's eyes, he wanted to explain, but saw that the other party quickly moved his eyes and didn't look at himself.

The scorching eyes wandered around Di Mohan's body, and then he stretched out his hand to cover his face, his eyes were full of smiles, and he sneered: "I'm sorry, it's not the right time to come, lord, you continue." ”

"Get out~" Facing Mo Yi'an's sneering eyes, Di Mohan threw a knife in his eyes, and said a word coldly.

"Okay, I'll get out~" happily replied, crisp and bright.

Let's ask who is so happy after being scolded, except for Mo Yi'an, who is abusive, there is no one else.

When the words fell, I saw someone's chic posture, and immediately raised it and disappeared in an instant.

It's just faintly in the wind, mixed with Mo Yi'an's cheering voice, "The prince has fallen in love with the little white face, and the little wild cat is mine." ”

With an agile figure, as soon as he stepped out of the window, he dragged out a black shadow that was about to enter.

In a certain courtyard of Fuxing Teahouse, looking at Mo Yi'an, who dragged himself out, his hand was still pulling his sleeve, Ye Yi's expression was dark, slightly disgusted, glanced at the other party, and said coldly: "Let go." ”

Hearing this, Mo Yi'an let go decisively, and then dodged and sat on the stone steps on the side.

As soon as he sat down, he saw that Ye Yi's figure was gone.

Thinking that he was going to find Di Mohan again, he reminded the air in a distracted manner: "Hey, idiot, don't blame me for not reminding you, our prince is very busy at this time, you'd better not bother, otherwise you will die miserably." ”

After a few words, there was no response, Mo Yi'an stretched his waist directly, folded his hands, put them on top of his head, and lay down on the stone steps behind him, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sunshine.

Erlang's legs were together, swaying at will, his mouth sighed lightly, and muttered: "Hey, don't believe it, irrational men are the most terrible~"

In fact, he really wanted to say that the man who was dissatisfied with his desire was the most terrible, but thinking that it was two men, he shook his head, and forgot it.

"Whew-" Mo Yi'an's words just fell.

I saw Ye Yi's tall figure suddenly flash from the sky, and then stood in front of him.

Looking condescendingly at Mo Yi'an, who was shaking his legs, Ye Yi asked, "What do you mean, who is not rational?" ”

"Why are you back?" Seeing that Ye Yi, who had already left, appeared again, Mo Yi'an opened his eyes and asked in surprise.

Ye Yi didn't answer, his dark eyes, like knives, locked directly on Mo Yi'an, asking him to answer his words.

Seeing Ye Yi's serious and deep black face, Mo Yi'an was full of interest, with a smile in his eyebrows, "It's not interesting, it's just that I accidentally saw a little - a powerful picture just now." ”

Thinking of the previous scene, Mo Yi'an couldn't help laughing, if he was not mistaken, the hand of the prince of his family at that time was tightly wrapped around the waist of the little white face, and from the perspective of Mo Yi'an, the two looked quite harmonious.

Of course, harmony, intimacy and so on, are all made up by Mo Yi'an's brain.

raised his head, with a half-joking tone, "Yeyi, you said that if our prince is bent, will he break my leg when he goes back to the Holy Lord, and give me a crime of dereliction of duty." ”

"No, it won't."

"Then I'll be relieved." Lean on your legs and continue to shake.

"The Holy One will only pluck off your head."

"......" is such a cruel truth.

As soon as he was reminded by Ye Yi's words, Mo Yi'an was in a bad mood in an instant, because he thought of the fact that the most favored by the saint of the Shui Yan Kingdom was the third prince Emperor Mohan, and his favorite son was also him, even if the crown prince of the Shui Yan Kingdom was Emperor Wuxian now, but the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty knew that the most preferred candidate of the Holy Lord was still Emperor Mohan, which was why Emperor Wuxian wanted to oppose him everywhere.

It's a pity that Emperor Wuxian tried his best to win the favor of the saint.

The third prince is so highly regarded by the saints, so he absolutely does not allow his son to like men.

Thinking of this, Mo Yi'an sat up from the stone steps with a bang, and his face was not as brilliant as before, which was more brilliant than Xia Hua.

turned to a sad face, the bitter gourd face went up, slapped himself, regretted it was not too late, and sighed endlessly: "I'm done, I just care about watching the play, forget this most important point, if the prince is really involved with the little white face, the saint has no way to take the prince, and he has to dismantle my bones, I can still bear it when I am young, but my old man has to be angry to death." ”