Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

In the end, the wedding went well.

Tuoba ling'er was sent to the wedding room, and people familiar with the third prince began to stop the third prince and give him wine.

Mu yun'an looks at the bustle and looks for the figure of emperor Yanqing in the crowd. He should have been called by the emperor.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" When the high priest came over, he was still dressed in a red robe, which was very festive here.

"Isn't the high priest alone?" Muyun'an moved to that side, leaving a space.

She had a good feeling for the high priest. Although the high priest didn't know his position, he helped her many times.

"Oh, how can we be the same." The high priest sat down and took a glass of wine.

Mu yun'an turned to look at his side face, soft lines and affinity, "Rong Zhu... Does the emperor treat you badly?"

"What?" The high priest was stunned. No one had called his name for a long time.

However, what's the problem? Does the emperor treat him badly?

"Then why do you always wear the same dress?" It seems that every time I see the high priest, he is dressed in this red dress, and even the pattern has not changed.

So how bitter is the high priest?

A dress in spring, summer, autumn and winter?

"This is the clothes of the high priest." Rong Zhu's helpless smile is the kind of universal smile, "there is a wardrobe in the high priest's house."

At that time, his master was also wearing this dress.

"Oh." Muyun'an raised his hand and pinched the cloth in his corner. It seems that the emperor really didn't treat him badly.

This cloth is just paid tribute by the vassal state this year. There are only two pieces in total. They are all here by the high priest.

"Do the high priests have women?" Mu Yun an suddenly asked, if there is a girl, it will be damned by the concubine of the back palace.

That's the emperor's favor.

"No Rong Zhu raised her eyebrows. Only men are qualified for this position.

"All right." Mu cloud an hangs Mou to break own finger, looked at the direction of Emperor Yan Qing, should be this time Emperor Yan Qing go out of affair.

It's getting colder and colder, and I feel a chill in the yard.

The high priest closed his robe and sighed, "you should be careful."

"What did you say?" What did Rong Zhu find out?

"Nothing." Seeing the figure coming in the distance, the high priest stood up and left.

Mu Yun An hasn't figured it out yet, just wanted to stand up, a hand fell on the shoulder, pressed her directly back.

"You had a good time talking?" The tone of emperor Yanqing was sour.

All the way to see their own cabbage and other people's pigs talking and laughing, very happy? He's interrupting, isn't he?

"Emperor Yanqing? Are you finished Muyun'an is embarrassed. Isn't this man still chatting with the Emperor just now? How can he come in a twinkling of an eye.

"You only have the high priest in your eyes. How can you pay attention to me?" No matter how many people are, Emperor Yanqing breaks muyun'an off.

The high priest can be married!

He looked at the scene is inexplicable prick eyes.

"Are you jealous?" Muyun'an is surprised, isn't he?

In broad daylight, she chatted with the high priest. I'm afraid that this emperor Yanqing didn't sell vinegar in his last life.

"Who is jealous?" Emperor Yan Qing dead don't admit, in the back of the hand you pinch a mu Yun An waist, "is you don't obey."

"How can I have it?" Mu yun'an said that I don't carry this pot. She is always good.