Chapter 198: The Sight of a Beautiful Day (3)

With a "squeak", the pearwood bas-relief door was closed.

Ye Mushen was sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment, feeling a little uneasy.

He can't let people see Ye Mujing's appearance.

From the perspective of the entrance, there is indeed a graceful man sitting against the bed behind the screen.

The former prince on the bed, who was drenched in sweat from the torture of the medicine, curled up in a ball and cowered behind Ye Mushen.

People may still be a little suspicious - how did they dress so tightly this time?

He didn't move forward, he didn't look around, as if he was sorting out his mood: what tricks should he play today?

Bright light shines through the paper windows; The person who came was carrying the light and through the screen, and for a while, Ye Mushen couldn't see his face clearly.

Ye Mushen couldn't help but squint slightly, staring at the man intently.

He was of medium build, standing in a very upright posture, exuding a majestic imposing attitude.

He carried one hand behind his back, and the other hand was slightly supported in front of his waist, which was the style of Confucianism.

He did not wear an official hat, but he was dressed in a scarlet and purple satin robe, and the delicate patch pattern of the goose on his chest made of gold thread and colored silk was eye-catching.

……

Ye Mushen's brows tightened.

The official uniforms of civil and military officials in the imperial court have strict rules and cannot be transgressed.

Just by looking at this dress, Ye Mushen also knows who the person is.

"Lord Dong," Ye Mushen's magnetic voice sounded; There was a hypocritical but not stiff smile on his face, "Don't come to harm." ”

Dong Changyou was stunned, but his face was still calm and unhurried, and he didn't panic at all.

He also let out a hearty laugh, "Night Hall Master? You were also invited by Lord Hou? ”

Ye Mushen was attacked by a vicious cold, and his face turned blue with anger.

What do you mean by "Hou Ye invited"?

What do you "please"?

Observe the indecent posture of the former prince after being drugged?

Still is...... Want Ye Mujing to be his playmate?

Listening to Dong Changyou's tone, he was very sophisticated, and it was by no means the first time he had come here.

That night, Mu Jinghe ......

Ye Mushen couldn't imagine.

"I didn't expect Hou Ye to have such a ability, and even the hall master invited ...... overnight," Dong Changyou said with emotion, "Hou Ye is really thoughtful." With you, Jing'er won't ......."

Dong Changyou's voice penetrated the screen and penetrated into Ye Mujing's ears.

Every time he said a word, Ye Mujing rubbed Ye Mujing's back in fear.

Ye Mujing bit the back of his hand tightly, desperately trying not to make a sultry voice dominated by drugs.

Ye Mushen continued to block Ye Mujing's body, but his heart was splashed with chili pepper water, and the pain was so painful that it almost exploded.

Dong Changyou actually called Ye Mujing "Jing'er"?

Ye Mushen almost couldn't believe that this person was actually Dong Hanlin, who had been a close friend of Mrs. Zhou for many years, who regarded the descendants of the Zhou family as his own children, and who traveled in the mountains.

"Master Dong!" Ye Mushen raised his voice and pretended to be calm, "Brother Jing is not here. ”

Dong Changyou easily saw through Ye Mushen's lies, but he didn't expose them.

Ling Shang's protection of Ye Mu Ginseng, Dong Changyou has not heard of it.

What's more, in Zhou Hao's case, I'm afraid everyone in Luoyang knows that the newly named pretty marquis Ling Shang has a love for the master of Xiaoao Hall.

Whether it is pure friendship or other friendship......

Everyone sees it differently, and no one dares to chew on the gossip of this iceberg marquis.

In the end, whether it is Ling Shang or Ye Mushen, he Dong Changyou can't afford to provoke him, let alone want to provoke him.

"Oh? If Jing'er is not here, then there is no need for me to stay for a long time," Dong Changyou made a gesture respectfully, "I will leave first." ”