The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

In Song Yunli's small courtyard in the Song Mansion, Feng Muyan could never have imagined that one day he would be lying on the roof and peeping at a nine-year-old kid. Was it because he didn't have to fight in the war and he was too idle? If the person in the palace knew about this, he would laugh his head off!

In the room, Song Yunli propped her chin on one hand, flipping through a thick stack of military books with little interest. She was almost regretting it. It turned out that the previous "Military Book Tales" was written by her future husband, the prince. Her praise like the Yellow River greatly satisfied the prince's vanity, "Song Yunli, Song Yunli, what kind of books do you read when you have nothing to do? You are really shooting yourself in the foot."

In less than an incense stick of time, Song Yunli's little head had already touched the desk, and her saliva was flowing onto the paper.

Feng Muyan's brows were almost wrinkled into a small mountain, his eyes were full of disgust, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and jumped off the roof and walked into Song Yunli's room. Standing in front of Song Yunli, Feng Muyan raised his hand several times to wake her up, but finally he held back and covered her with a thin blanket.

Just when Feng Muyan went to Song Yunli's bed to get the blanket, he smelled the aroma of wine. Now seeing that Song Yunli was asleep, he leaned over to check under the bed, but found nothing, but this tempting aroma of wine was definitely coming from under the bed.

"Mechanism?" Feng Muyan narrowed his deep eyes and reached out to touch the ground under the bed. Sure enough, there was a very clean place. He lifted up the clean wooden board with a little force, and the rich aroma of wine instantly hit his face.

"Brother Mu, what are you doing?" Song Yunli rubbed her eyes and walked to Feng Muyan, but she kept cursing in her heart, "You actually ran to my place to steal wine! How can you be so shameless as a rich man like you?"

Feng Muyan stood up straight and coughed lightly. He looked at Song Yunli with a slightly reproachful look and said, "At such a young age, you know how to hide and drink wine. This is not a good habit. I will take these things away today."

"Bandit." Song Yunli cursed inwardly.

"Li'er, are you dissatisfied with something?" Feng Muyan glanced at Song Yunli who was pouting.

"No!" That's weird.

"Then what are you still standing there for? Go study." Feng Muyan said sternly, and then snapped his fingers in the air, "Qingying, help me move these jars of fine wine to the palace."

Song Yunli had already cursed Feng Muyan hundreds of times in her heart. It was totally unjust for a prince of a country to bring his subordinates with him when he went out to rob. She raised the book in her hand and waved it at Feng Muyan's back, wishing she could hit him so hard that he would see stars.

"If you don't want your claws anymore, I can help you." A cold voice came from outside the door.

"Li'er is reading a book now." Song Yunli quickly covered her face with the book, her heart pounding wildly. Does this guy have eyes on the back of his head?

The two returned to the palace, and Feng Muyan ordered Qingying to put all seven jars of wine in the study, and then he bent over the desk in front of the window to read. Unexpectedly, in the time of an incense stick, he only finished reading two lines of words, and the rich aroma of wine always lingered in his nose. Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation, and Feng Muyan leaned over to open a jar of wine and took a sip. The wine tasted sweet and refreshing, as if it could eliminate all the fatigue. Playing with the wine glass in his hand, Feng Muyan couldn't help but pour another glass, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This girl is quirky, and I don't know where she found this wine.

Feng Muyan was drinking to his heart's content in the study, which made it difficult for the group of secret guards on the tree. They were all addicted to alcohol and were extremely greedy.

The next morning, Han Mei knocked on Feng Muyan's bedroom door. "Master, Miss Yunli's article has been sent over. Do you want to check it now?"

"Put it in my study." A lazy and cold voice came from the bedroom.

"Yes, the slaves retire."