Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

Muyun'an followed the leader and came to the temple full of worries.

They don't have the heart to observe the buildings here. They are all about Emperor Yanqing. Is it him?

However, the emperor did not know her appearance at all. Did she think too much?

Or what happened in the past two years?

Came to a very large area of the yard, the leader than a gesture, "you now turn around in the yard, do not go to other places, I go to the emperor first."

Mu yun'an nodded her head cleverly. She would not walk around.

She knows the propriety, will not casually take own life to joke.

The leader went to find someone.

Muyun'an began to walk in the yard, looking at the environment here, naturally not other places can be compared.

Before that, she thought it was very good to be a mountain king. Now it seems... That's it.

Around the back yard, muyun'an heard what was there.

Turning around, you can see that the emperor is practicing in the backyard, with a slender bamboo in his hand, brushing.

At this moment, muyun'an felt that even if the emperor held a stone in his hand, it was a feeling of extraordinary temperament.

Mu Yun An looked for a while, in the heart produced a bold idea.

Her eyes began to be attracted by the sword in the nearby Pavilion.

That's the emperor's sword... If

Mu yun'an rubbed her fingers. She secretly went to see if there was a word "Qing" on the hilt.

Although it looks like the sword she used in the refining City, maybe it's because the long swords are almost the same in length. With the scabbard, I can't see anything.

Mu yun'an's hand reached out to his waist. There was a soft whip, which was made together with emperor Yanqing's sword.

Now the emperor is practicing... If she touches the sword quietly, she can confirm it.

this is it.

Muyun'an quietly put out a foot to go out, very good, emperor is still training, no reaction, did not look to her side.

Mu yun'an tried his best to hold his breath, hiding behind the tree, trying to narrow his sense of existence, and went around the pavilion.

Well, it's not found.

Muyun'an gently moved over, his hand had touched the sword, touched the handle, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"What are you doing?" A shadow came over, with a familiar taste.

Mu yun'an looks up and forgets his surprise.

The emperor frowned. In fact, when the man came, he noticed it, but he didn't move. He wanted to see what she wanted to do.

Steal the sword?

Emperor's heart gushes out a fury, the vision falls on the finger that she still put on the hilt, then shift to her face.

His eyes shrunk. "What are you crying for?"

He hasn't said anything yet.

The Emperor himself didn't realize that his momentum was reduced a lot, with a little gentleness.

Mu yun'an touched his face and knew that he was crying before he knew it.

No matter what happened before, even in the life and death line, she didn't cry, now tears can't help falling down.

She just touched it. There is a Qing character on the hilt. She carved it by herself. She knows very well that a very small detail is the same.