The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

The door was gently pushed open with a creak. Song Yunli stood at the door holding a pillow and said, "Ammu, it's cold. I'm here to keep you company!" Then she ran into the room in her little embroidered shoes and jumped onto the bed with a plop.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, it's just getting cold, I think..."

"Yesterday was colder than today, and I didn't see you come over. If I don't ask after three, I'll have no chance. Three... two..." Feng Muyan began to count calmly.

Song Yunli rushed over and held Feng Muyan's hand, raised her head and looked at his chin, and asked tentatively: "Can you tell Li'er the story of you and Gu Qinghong? If you find it difficult, forget it."

"it is good!"

She guessed right.

Three years ago, it was the Chinese Valentine's Day. The busiest streets of Nanyue were bustling with people. In contrast, Feng Muyan seemed increasingly lonely in the Tianzihao private room of Baiweilou. He could only drink alone and reflect on himself under the moon.

At that time, Feng Muyan had just reached the age of twenty, and his facial features were becoming more and more profound as his childishness gradually faded. Although he had a reputation of being doomed to a bad fate, his handsome and slightly resolute young face still attracted thousands of young girls.

"Hanmei, I'm a little tired. Let's go back." A cold and chilly voice came from inside the house and hit the eardrums. Hanmei, who was dozing off outside the door, woke up instantly. All her sleepiness disappeared. She widened her eyes and said crisply, "Yes, I obey your command!"

Feng Muyan rubbed his brows in pain, wondering whether it was right or wrong to recruit Han Mei as his subordinate. Why did he always feel that she was not very smart? He didn't know to what extent she would be able to develop if he trained her over time. It was all his fault for being impulsive at the time.

The master and servant walked in the crowded streets, experiencing the same hustle and bustle but with different moods.

"Master, do you like lanterns? I'll buy them for you." Han Mei's eyes were fixed on the colorful lanterns on the stall. The outside world was so interesting, much more fun than the swords, guns and sticks in the mountain village.

“Hanmei, if you continue to be so unruly in the future, I will punish you to eat only one meal a day.” Feng Muyan’s handsome black eyebrows frowned unhappily.

Han Mei was so scared that she immediately put down the lantern she was fiddling with, said yes repeatedly, and followed Feng Muyan obediently.

When the two of them walked to a crowded place, Feng Muyan suddenly felt someone bumping his shoulder. His hand slid to his empty waist and he knew he had encountered a thief. He turned around and saw the back of the man who hurried away. He raised his hand and said coldly, "Hanmei, that man stole my purse."

Following the direction of Feng Muyan's finger, Han Mei started to chase after him. This little thief was really blind and dared to steal his master's purse in front of her. It was really embarrassing.

He really brought this upon himself. Hanmei, you're chasing the wrong person. That person was used to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Helplessly, Feng Muyan lightly brushed off his robe and quickly chased after him.

At the end of the street, Feng Muyan gathered his energy into his palm and pressed down on the thief's shoulder, but the man grabbed his hand and tried to hurt his ribs with his elbow. Feng Muyan dodged it easily with two side steps, and then the two of them started fighting. Within twenty moves, the thief was already at a disadvantage, and was finally captured by Feng Muyan with one hand and pressed against the wall.

"You have good kung fu, but it's a pity that you are a thief. Do you want to join the army? I can train you." Feng Muyan looked at the thief who was still struggling in his hands with admiration. This man was a rare good material. There were not many people who could last more than twenty moves under him.

"Bah! I'm the heir of a family of thieves. I have a big family and a great fortune. Do I need you to train me?" The thief spat with disdain on his face.

A big family and a big business!

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You can do whatever you want with me!"

"I'll give you one chance. I'll count to dozens. You can run as far as you can. If I'm unable to catch you, you can travel freely around the world. If I catch you by chance, how about you be my slave for a month?" Feng Muyan raised his eyes and said softly.

"Hypocrisy, do I have the right to say no?"

"No!" Feng Muyan chuckled. It was just his style. He liked smart people. The result was predictable. How could a small shrimp fight against a big crab that was rampant and domineering? The thief named Hong Qing became Feng Muyan's personal bodyguard.