The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Feng Muyan walked slowly to Mu Ziyan with his hands behind his back, leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear: "Can't remember where the antidote is? I don't mind going to the Mu family now. I'm sure someone will like to hear the story."

Mu Ziyan pursed his lips coldly, slowly raised his eyes to meet Feng Muyan's cold eyes, and said self-deprecatingly: "Yan Mu, do you know the story of the farmer and the snake?"

"I'd like to hear the details!" The coldness in his eyes gradually faded, and he inadvertently lowered his eyes to glance at Mu Ziyan's forehead. The teardrop-shaped pattern that seemed like it would drip at any time instantly attracted his attention. After a closer look, he found that the slightly raised part in the center of the light blue teardrop should be the scar left after the injury.

"This young master saved you from danger in the palace, but now, not only are you not grateful to me, but you are also looking for opportunities to threaten me. To you, you are a snake, and to me, you are a farmer. As smart as you are, you should understand what this means, right?" Mu Ziyan raised his dark eyebrows slightly, with a playful look and a rare aggressiveness, and his slender index finger kept stroking his chin.

After listening to Mu Ziyan's explanation, Feng Muyan's mouth stiffened slightly, veins on his forehead throbbed, and he secretly gave Mu Ziyan a thumbs up in his heart. How could there be such a shameless person in the world.

"What, have you found your conscience? Then this young master can leave now." Mu Ziyan showed a teachable look and took a step to pass by Feng Muyan, but unexpectedly, someone grabbed his arm.

"Since Mr. Mu is so ungrateful, then come with me!" After saying this, he grabbed Mu Ziyan's collar and dragged her away from the temple like a chicken.

Mu Ziyan's eyes widened in anger, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "Look everyone! Someone is robbing a good boy!"

Receiving the murderous looks from all around, Feng Muyan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, licked his old face and nodded apologetically to the people around him, then lowered his eyes and said to Mu Ziyan: "Mu Bao, don't make trouble. I know you want a status. This time, no one can stop us from being together. I will satisfy you when I go back."

As soon as Feng Muyan finished speaking, there were gasps and sighs all around. Some said that these two people were truly touching and disregarded the secular perspective, some said that these two people were extremely disgusting and violated human ethics, and some even said that Mu Ziyan was blind to fall in love with such an ugly man, and so on.

Mu Ziyan wished she could find a hole to crawl into at this moment. Her skin was so thick that even a needle couldn't penetrate it. This Yan Mu was simply shameless.

Mu Ziyan weighed in his mind the possibility of defeating this shameless man and escaping, but when he saw the two cold-faced door gods behind him, he gave up the mental and physical struggle and let him carry him around the city.

"Yan Mu, where are you taking me? After noon, I have to set off to escort the princess to Nanyue. It would be bad if we miss the time." Mu Ziyan said gritting his teeth.

Feng Muyan glanced at her without saying anything, and headed straight for the restaurant not far ahead. With the warm hospitality of the waiter, the four of them were arranged to stay in an elegant upper room.

"Antidote!"

"Whether you believe it or not, there is no antidote for this medicine." Mu Ziyan's expression was unusually serious.

"Then you can go die." Feng Muyan grabbed Mu Ziyan's slender neck with his backhand, and the strength of his hand gradually increased. Seeing her rosy face turn pale and her originally steady breathing become rapid, he felt a little pain in his heart, so he pushed her hard and said sternly: "Get out!"

There was an eerie silence in the room. After a while, Mu Ziyan stroked his forehead and slowly stood up. He walked towards the door in a daze. His originally smart and cunning black eyes were now filled with mist.

"Wait!" Feng Muyan shouted coldly. Mu Ziyan suddenly stopped, slowly turned around and looked at Feng Mu in confusion.

"Where did you see the tiger patterns you painted on the four drums during the sacrifice?" A voice sounded slightly cold but with anticipation.

"It is rumored that when the ancestor of Dong Chu was wandering around the continent, he was saved by the same tiger many times. Later, the ancestor established a tribe and worshipped the tiger as the guardian animal god. The sacrificial tradition that was passed down was to paint tiger patterns on the drum surface to appease the animal god." Mu Ziyan said lightly.

Feng Muyan's phoenix eyes, which were originally full of hope, gradually lost their warmth. Just as he was about to order the guest to leave, a handsome face appeared in front of him. Then his lips warmed up, and his brain instantly lost the ability to think. His originally narrow and long phoenix eyes widened by him.

The teacup in Qingying's hand shook and half of the tea spilled out. Was his master being molested by a man?