graceful

Mu Liangyuan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Still condensing.

He looked up and down at the embarrassed Zhou Yan, with scrutiny in his eyes.

Mu Liangyuan didn't want to believe such a bizarre thing, but he knew Zhou Yan well enough, and judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be lying.

Zhou Yan didn't care whether Mu Liangyuan believed it or not, he just said.

"I want to see Yu'er, is that okay? I want to see her, Your Majesty, please let me see her for the sake of our friendship and the fact that we have known each other for many years and grew up together."

Zhou Yan's voice was full of pleading, and the arrogant look he had when he intercepted the wedding sedan yesterday was long gone.

"Even if she meets you, it's useless. She won't forgive you. She has no impression of the three lives you mentioned." Mu Liangyuan said in a cold voice.

To be honest, he didn't want Yu'er to meet Zhou Yan. He had always been worried that Yu'er and Zhou Yan had been married for five years, and he, a newcomer, could not compare to them.

But on the other hand, I had other ideas in my mind.

She wanted Yu'er to meet Zhou Yan and choose him firmly, and she rejected Zhou Yan harshly.

Mu Liangyuan didn't answer, turned around and left the dirty cell.

Behind him was Zhou Yan's hoarse begging, and the sound of chains echoed the sound of struggle in the silent cell.

When Mu Liangyuan returned to Fengyi Palace, Tang Yu had already washed up and was sitting in front of the dressing table, reading a storybook with great interest.

Xiao Tao stood behind him, holding an exquisitely crafted jade comb in her hand and gently combing her long, black, smooth, silky hair.

Seeing this scene, Mu Liangyuan felt much more at ease.

The eyes are deep.

Thinking back to Zhou Yan's words, the jealousy in my heart was finally suppressed a lot.

That’s right, Yu’er belongs to him, Mu Liangyuan, now. So what if he lets Zhou Yan talk about a three-life love relationship?

It's because he is useless and unable to guard his heart. What's the use even if God gives him two more lives? He is still incompetent. One variable can make him hurt his loved ones.

He adjusted his expression in just a moment and walked up behind Tang Yu.

Silently interrupting the servant's action of bowing.

He spread his hands in front of Xiaotao and motioned Xiaotao to put the jade comb in his hands.

He took the comb and waved goodbye to Xiaotao.

Mu Liangyuan's rough hands with thin calluses were holding an inappropriate jade comb and making even more inappropriate movements.

Imitating the scenes and actions I just saw, I gently combed Tang Yu's hair.

The scent of hair filled his nostrils.

Tang Yu felt that the force on his head had become different. He put down the book, raised his head and saw Mu Liangyuan's figure in the bronze mirror.

She was startled.

"Your Majesty? When did you come back? It's not proper for you to do this."

Mu Liangyuan held her shoulders to stop her from getting up.

"What's against the rules? I am the rules. If I say yes, then yes. If anyone dares to say no, I will order him to be chopped off. You sit still and see if I have the talent to comb your hair. If the queen is satisfied, I will do all the combing for the queen in the future."

Tang Yu laughed helplessly.

No matter how well Mu Liangyuan hid it, the look in his eyes that was full of worries could not be hidden from Tang Yu.

"Your Majesty, are you worried?"

Mu Liangyuan paused in combing his hair, and finally sighed, bent down, and gently placed his chin on the crook of Tang Yu's neck, his movements full of dependence.

"Yu'er, please call me A Yuan, please. Don't call me Your Majesty, it seems strange."

Tang Yu said softly, "A Yuan, is there something on your mind? If possible, would you please tell me about it? If it's about state affairs, forget it.