Ye Mushen is not a person with weak emotions, but he really has no feelings for his mother.

After all, he didn't have the slightest impression of his mother.

All he knew was that she was a beauty.

An unfortunate beauty who was poisoned before he could speak.

When he was a child, Mu Shen also dreamed of the concubine who died early.

After being held by Jian Zhen's father-in-law to the eldest princess, the word "mother" was just a wisp of resentment.

In the hazy childhood dream, the infant night Mu Shen cried.

The concubine held him in her arms and gently coaxed him.

She also seems to call him "Ah San".

Ye Mushen shook his head, pulling himself away from his shattered memories.

At this moment, I heard it through a gate, Ling Shang's deliberately pinched throat, to Ye Mu Shen, actually had the taste of a dream person.

But it's so real.

Ye Mushen eavesdropped for a moment, his heart was surging, and he skillfully climbed over the wall to enter.

Touching porcelain is a technical job, so naturally you can't take the ordinary road.

After a few trips, he is more proficient in this wall-climbing technique than the gentleman on the beam.

Ling Shang would not be unaware of the movement outside the door, let alone the intention of Ye Mu Shen.

But he only continued his recitation to the red maple in the court, and he didn't even mean to turn around.

Ye Mushen didn't dare to disturb him.

For several nights in a row, Mu Mu went to the dustless residence at night, and he was completely treated as air by Ling Shang.

It's really sad.

It's okay to fly a poisonous needle on him.

As he had done a few days before, he took out a thin book from his bosom.

There are two red-hot maple leaves in the book.

In the center of the maple leaf is a delicate hollow, engraved with the words "ginseng" and "business" respectively.

Ye Mushen swaggered and placed the two maple leaf carvings on Ling Shang's bed.

It seems that Ling Shang has never slept in this bed.

There are already more than ten maple leaves on the bed, full of the smell of late autumn.

Ye Mushen thought to himself, Ling Shang must have a grudge against him for taking advantage of the situation that night.

I hate the bed I slept in and don't want to lie down again.

Holding a grudge against his own overtures was completely ignored.

Then hold a grudge.

Ye Mushen didn't mind being hated by Ling Shang.

What he really cares about is being treated like air.

Back in the courtyard, Ling Shang was still reading the headache-making "Farewell My Concubine".

Ye Mushen wanted to hug Ling Shang from behind and run away like before, but at this moment, he had a whim and stopped.

He learned the tone of rain and clouds, picked up Ling Shang's sentences, and played with him.

Not long ago, he was close to that famous singer, and Ye Mushen also learned a lot of opera tricks.

At this time, he plays the overlord, which is really interesting.

The so-called touching porcelain is to touch no traces.

Ling Shang still didn't look back, but naturally picked it up after Ye Mu Shen's recitation.

Back and forth, tacit understanding.

Ye Mushen applauded excitedly, "Ling Shang, if you can sing so beautifully at the Taifu Birthday Ceremony, your Qingfeng Zhai's top card should also be changed in the future!" ”

Ling Shang ignored it and walked towards the heart room.

Ye Mushen was still immersed in the joy of tacit understanding with Ling Shang.

He came back to his senses after a while, and he touched the porcelain today, but he hadn't touched the bottom yet.

Ye Mushen pushed open the door of the heart chamber and felt dizzy.

Mi Xiang wrapped around Ling Shang's fair-skinned waist, and the nine heads were spitting red letters at him.

Ye Mushen glared at him fiercely, and Mi Xiang actually shrank and hid in the coffin of nourishing the heart.

"Ouch, Mixiang must know that I am your man, and now he doesn't dare to be presumptuous with me." Ye Mushen smiled, "Ling Shang, you don't have to pay attention to me, you know what I'm going to do, I'll leave when I'm done, and I won't disturb your rest." ”

Ling Shang lay on the coffin of nourishing his heart, closed his eyes tightly, and really ignored the tsundere hall master.

Ye Mushen caressed Ling Shang's back with his palm, leaned over and dropped a kiss on the back of his neck.

His soft lips moved to Mo Lian on Ling Shang's shoulder.

The tip of the tongue delicately depicts the shape of the ink lotus.