Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

The next day, Meng Duoduo and Yun Feiyang left youlongge branch and made a special trip to find Mu Xiaomi and Liu Yangfeng.

They didn't take anyone else with them. When they walked alone with Yun Feiyang, Meng Duoduo found that there was a lot of trouble.

Some amorous girls and young women cast their affectionate eyes on the clouds from time to time.

But the clouds are flying and don't care about the attention of everyone around. They have been holding flowers in their arms without scruples. With flowers, many girls and children watched and whispered.

Meng Duoduo was annoyed and said, "let go of me and go."

"You're my mother, I won't let go." Yun Feiyang showed an almost childish arrogant smile and a fixed look on her face.

Meng Duoduo was angry and funny. He could only sigh at the bottom of his heart: it's all right. When he meets such an unreasonable person, let him go. Fortunately, this is only in a remote unknown ancient times. Fortunately, he is still a super invincible handsome man. With such people, at least his eyes will feel comfortable.

In other words, if she had the chance to bring Yun Feiyang to modern times, her flower crazy female classmates would scream wildly

Wu ziunrestrained thinking, Meng Duoduo smiled secretly alone.

"What are you laughing at?" Yun Feiyang asked, hugging the girl in his arms again.

"I'm laughing. If you can take part in the star draft at the time when I came from, you will surely win the championship." Meng Duoduo said with a smile.

"The time you came from?" a trace of interest flashed in the clear and bright eyes of God.

"Yes, actually, I was not from you. I don't know what chance brought me here. There are many new things in our place that are not here." Meng Duoduo told him frankly.

She naturally told Yun Feiyang about these things. She felt there was no need to hide him.

"It must be because I love you so much that I called you." Yun Feiyang smiled at her, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead regardless of the people coming and going in the street.

Meng Duoduo looked up and saw that the eyes of pedestrians on the road were all focused on her and Yun Feiyang. He couldn't help blushing and gently pushed him: "don't do this when there are people in the future."

"Is it OK when there is no one? Then I'll find a place with few people to walk with you." Yun Feiyang smiled proudly, showing his white and beautiful teeth. His style is very charming: "blossoming, don't be so shy to be my lady."

Meng Duoduo had no choice but to stare at him with full warning. But Yun Feiyang doesn't care. He still goes his own way. From time to time, he will perform an eye-catching little intimacy with her in the street.

In the Imperial Palace, Mu Xichen had just left the early Dynasty and went straight back to the imperial study.

In his eyebrows and eyes, there is a lonely trace of waving. A little light stubble has grown on Yingting's chin, which can't be repaired.

These make Mu Xichen look that the vicissitudes of life have matured a lot, but he still can't hide his natural handsome and elegant gas.

For two months, there is no news of blossoming. Mu Xichen's heart is more and more suffering and worried.

In the past two months, in addition to working hard, he couldn't find a way to relieve his heartache. There was no smile on his face, and no one dared to disturb him at will.

Sometimes, Xueji can't suppress her worries and will come to the emperor with interest. Mu Xichen just said a few words to her and sent someone to send her back to the palace.

He never accompanied Xueji out again.

Despite this, although Xueji already knew that the emperor's heart was not here at all. However, she is still deeply infatuated with and admiring the emperor. Whenever she had a chance, she hoped to stay with the emperor for a while.

Zonghua hurried into the imperial study and saw Mu Xichen writing two words silently on the rice paper: straight acacia is useless, no harm, melancholy is pure madness.

"Emperor, I just received a letter from general Xia's fast horse. They found the empress." Zonghua opened his mouth and reported.

The pen in his hand fell on the table. Mu Xichen suddenly got up and stood up. His originally sad eyes were suddenly full of light.

The sudden surprise made him almost unbelievable, and even his breathing became urgent: "where? I'll go there myself and bring back the flowers."

"Back to the emperor, general Xia and his men saw the empress in a small town far from Beijing. But, but..." speaking of this, Zonghua hesitated and looked at the emperor in embarrassment. He didn't know what to say.

"You talk!" Mu Xichen shouted impatiently. His heart suddenly sank down. Looking at Zonghua's appearance of wanting to talk and stop, what's the matter with each flower?

"Emperor, the people sent back by general Xia said that the empress is not alone there, but there is one beside her..." after a pause, Zonghua finally summoned up the courage to go on: "there is a man they have never seen beside the empress. The empress and the man are very close, just like... Like a couple."

With his narration, the flat rice paper on the table was squeezed into a ball, and then thrown to the ground.

Mu Xichen kicked away the armchair behind him. His face was cold and fierce, like frozen ice for thousands of years: "what does that man look like? How close is the queen to him?"

"When I returned to the emperor, I heard from the people who came back that the man was very handsome and very eye-catching. The empress and he walked in the street, arm in arm. According to general Xia, they seemed to be talking about husband and wife when they checked in the inn. Some people also heard the man calling the empress... Empress." he stubbornly said this, Zonghua paid attention to Mu Xichen's face and asked carefully, "now general Xia sent someone to follow them like a shadow. I'm afraid the empress is hard to speak and won't go back to the palace with general Xia's people. He wants to ask the emperor whether to force the empress back to the palace directly in this way, or make other arrangements?"

"Prepare the horse! I'll go there myself and bring back my queen!" Mu Xichen's fists were tightly clenched together, and his dark eyes glittered with the cold light of evil.

Spit out this sentence coldly, and he strode out of the imperial study.

Zonghua quickly prepared a fast wind horse for the emperor. Mu Xichen took him and a small team of skilled dark guards ready to leave the palace.

Xueji suddenly hurried over and ran out of breath: "emperor, emperor, where are you going? My concubine will go with you."