The Empress of Men's Clothes in Huanyun Pavilion

"Who are you?" A cold magnetic voice sounded, feeling the coldness coming from the other hand, Bei Liji Ye raised his eyebrows, and gently pushed away the beautiful boy who was holding her hand. With his hands, he tore off a piece of cloth from the clean clothes on the side table.

Walking back to the beautiful boy, sitting on the edge of the bed, raised the hand of the beautiful boy slightly, helped him to bandage the wound just now, and said softly, "You can call me Ye."

"Ye? I don't know you." The beautiful boy frowned at the beautiful and inhuman Bei Li Moxibustion Ye.

"Oh, I know you now, um, well, it's all bandaged." Bei Liji Ye smiled lightly, and picked up the slender finger tied with a bow tie and shook it in front of the beautiful boy.

"This is my clothes, you tore my clothes." The blood-red eyes of the beautiful boy did not look at his own fingers, but still stared at Bei Liji Ye.

"Uh, well, I'm here to bandage you up." Bei Li Moxie said with a guilty conscience, glanced at his blood-red eyes, and asked involuntarily, "Then who are you?"

Mei Shaoqing frowned, and said coldly, "My name is Mu Hanyu."

Bei Li moxibustion night raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, thinking, why is this name so familiar, where did he seem to hear it, um. . . . . .Where did I hear it?

"Ah" Bei Li Moji Ye called out softly, turned his head to look at the expressionless Mu Hanyu and said, "Mu Hanyu, the young master of Nanyang Palace?"

Mu Hanyu nodded coldly, still staring at Bei Li Moxie Ye, how long has no one come to this place?He couldn't remember clearly, even his father, who came here less and less often, was tortured by the cold all day long, and the medicine his father gave him could only make him fall into a coma.However, I didn't expect that when I woke up this time, I saw this stunningly beautiful young man with a wicked smile in front of me, and he even bandaged him gently. . . . . .Very good.

Bei Li Moji Ye looked at Mu Hanyu with satisfaction and nodded, just to say, it turned out that Mu Xiaotian, the master of Nanyang Palace, had heard from his godfather before leaving the palace, and had an only son named Mu Hanyu, no wonder it sounds like so familiar.

However, looking at Mu Hanyu's cold face and those emotionless blood-red eyes, I can't help feeling a little worried. Although the illness is difficult to cure, it's not enough to make the eyes turn blood-red, and even change the temperament. It's so indifferent, it's almost comparable to Xiaoyuan's.

"Don't you usually go out?" Bei Li Moxie looked at Mu Hanyu curiously, but saw Mu Hanyu's face getting colder and colder. He thought he would not answer, but Mu Hanyu said coldly "No, it's just that I haven't gone out for a long time."

Bei Li Jiye patted Mu Hanyu's shoulder lightly, said with a light smile, "I will take you out to play in the future, the things outside will be much more fun."

Bei Liji Ye's bright smile seemed to have infected Mu Hanyu, and his complexion gradually softened, and he nodded slightly.

When the cock crowed outside, Bei Lijiye remembered his purpose, but the black shadow missed him, but he met such a beautiful young man.

"I'll come to see you next time. It's almost dawn, so I have to go first." Bei Lijiuye said to Mu Hanyu with a smile on his face, turned and left the room.

Mu Hanyu, who was left behind, stared blankly at the bow tied on his finger and couldn't recover for a long time. . . . . .