The concubine is enchanting: the favorite princess

Chapter 412
Hearing Brother Mu's threat, Feng Yao was obviously taken aback.She had never heard Brother Mu threaten anyone.It turned out that such a stable and deep man also had such anxious moments.

Feng Yao also showed a rare mischievous look, blocking the door tightly, raised his crooked eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let Lan'er come back and give me a wedding at that time, and see how difficult Brother Mu is. If you want your baby to be a flower girl for me, see if Brother Mu will help me?"

In terms of eloquence and mind, Mu Ziyou is obviously no match for Feng Yao.Being robbed by Feng Yao, a pair of big black eyes rolled around, but they couldn't find any reason to refute.I had no choice but to bring the big sea bowl to my mouth, and drank it in big gulps.

Mu Ziyou drank the first bowl of wine very quickly, but when it came time to drink the second bowl, he obviously slowed down.Feng Yao was cheering at the side, but he still insisted on saying: "I hope that brother Mu can go in and marry a beautiful wife soon, but if he doesn't drink up all the wine, he will never let him go."

Mu Ziyou glared at Feng Yao, raised his head, and drank the wine in the bowl to the last drop.Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he took a deep breath and went to get the third bowl of wine.

Even if you drink thousands of cups without getting drunk, it's not like drinking water like this.What's more, this is the most intense burning knife, drinking in the mouth, spicy in the heart, and the stomach is like a fire. After pouring these two bowls of wine, even Mu Ziyou was a little dizzy.The hand that picked up the wine bowl couldn't help shaking, and the wine spilled some.

"Xiaoqing, quickly fill up the wine for Brother Mu. You can't drink a drop of this wedding wine." Feng Yao said, Xiaoqing immediately carried out a wine jar from behind the door, and gave the bowl of wine in Ziyou's hand with a smile It was full again, and it was only a little bit overflowing before giving up.

"Yao'er girl!" Mu Ziyou stared at her again.However, Feng Yao's delicate little chin was raised, with an attitude of "what can you do to me".

"Brother Mu, let me drink this bowl of wine for you." A clear male voice sounded, and then a slender big hand took the bowl of wine from Mu Ziyou's hand.It's just that the wine bowl was not held steady, and some wine spilled out.

"Don't leave!" Feng Yao's heart trembled wildly when the male voice sounded.Mo Li was also wearing a red dress, with his hair standing up high, and a white jade hairpin.That handsome face was made more enchanting by the red clothes, and a pair of eyes like stars in the night looked at Feng Yao with a smile that was not a smile.

"Haha, but the helper is here, Mo'er, you came at the right time." Mu Ziyou slapped Moli's shoulder hard with his big hand, Moli's body shook, and half a bowl of wine in his hand spilled out. .

Mo Li looked at Xiao Qing with a smile, and asked brightly, "Do you want to fill up my bowl too?"

Xiaoqing hugged the wine jar, but didn't know whether to pour the wine or not.Although she hasn't met Moli yet, she already understood a little bit when she heard Feng Yao call his name and saw the way the two of them looked at each other.How can this wine be poured?
"No more pouring? Then I'll drink it?" Mo Li's eyebrows and eyes were crooked when he smiled, except for Junyi who was charming.There was warmth and pampering in his eyes, he stared at Feng Yao for a moment, put the bowl to his lips, and took a big gulp.

"Wait." Feng Yao suddenly stopped, and said to Mu Ziyou: "Today is said to be a happy day for Brother Mu and Lan'er, so Yao'er can't just stop him, he might as well sell favors. This bowl of wine , I'll drink it myself."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yao took the wine bowl from Moli's hand, and glanced at the half bowl of wine left, with somewhat sad eyes.Who made myself feel bad for that person who can't drink, if he drank the small bowl, wouldn't he be poured at the gate of Yayuan?

But Feng Yao didn't hesitate for a moment, raised his head and drank all the rest of the wine.Although the wine tastes spicy, Feng Yao's heart is sweet.Although Mo Li came suddenly, but he didn't have to wait for the first half of the year to see him, and he was happy in his heart.

"Haha, Yao'er girl, you are really straightforward. Do you have any questions? Feel free to use them. Now that Brother Mu has a helper, no matter how tricky the questions are, you won't be afraid." Mu Ziyou turned out to be unkind. At that time, Moli must be pushed out to shift the gun.

Feng Yao laughed "puchi", shook his head and said, "There is no more question, only one request. It is to ask Brother Mu to treat Lan'er thousands of times, and not let her suffer any grievances in this lifetime."

"You don't need Yao'er to tell me about this, I will love her naturally, brother Mu will never let her down in this life."

"Okay. Brother Mu, please come in. Lan'er is the most beautiful bride I've ever seen." Feng Yao stepped aside to open the door and made a "please" gesture.

Mu Ziyou smiled innocently, walked in with big strides, and went straight to the wedding room where Lan Er was sitting on the bed.

Feng Yao watched as Brother Mu carried Lan'er out of the house and into the sedan chair, his eyes were filled with emotion and blessing.

A pair of long arms hugged Feng Yao's shoulders, and Mo Li rubbed his chin against Feng Yao's head, and said softly: "When I come back from the cavalry camp, I will marry you in. At that time, I will take you on horseback Wrap around it three times, so that everyone can see your beauty and our love."

"I only want you to come back properly. What's the matter with the scar on your face?" Feng Yao raised his head, and gently stroked Moli's left cheek with his small hand, his face was full of distress.

The scar on Moli's face is not as long as the scar on Ziyou's face, but it is also a slanted one from the corner of the eye to the edge of the mouth.Although there are no tangled and protruding polyps, the color of the scar is slightly lighter than normal skin color, and I'm afraid it won't be easily healed up with alcohol.

Although it wasn't obvious from a distance, Feng Yao's heart ached terribly when viewed up close, and thinking about Mo Li's blood-stained face when he was injured made him even more worried for a while.

"It's nothing, it's just that the sword was hit. The nose is still there, the mouth is not broken, and the eyes are not blind. It's all luck." Mo Li smiled, pressed a kiss on Feng Yao's forehead, and asked: "Could it be that Yao'er doesn't want to see the scars on Buli's face?"

Feng Yao pursed his lips, and said deliberately willfully: "Yes, I just dislike you. Your face is too beautiful, and having such a scar is really unsightly. I don't care for rigidity, toughness, and disfigurement. I don't want to."

"Then what should I do? I have depended on you, Yaoer, for the rest of my life. Why don't you wait until I get out of the iron cavalry camp, and then go find the mud that calms the scars, and you can rub it on me when I come back, so that I can regain my handsome appearance. Did you just want me?" Mo Li acted like a fool, while talking, he bit Feng Yao's ear.

(End of this chapter)