Rebirth of the Only Favored Empress

Mo Qingyun smiled even more because of Feng Han's actions, leaning slightly on Feng Han's shoulder, raised her head and asked with a smile, "My lord, then we should accept the Wen residence's invitation."

"Naturally, I agreed. It's fine if I wasn't in Qicheng in the past. It's okay to go here now. I think my father won't think that I'm going to form a party for personal gain. After all, there are too many people going here."

Mo Qingyun was not happy when he heard Feng Han mentioning this matter. Although he was very happy to be given a marriage to Feng Han, the fact that the emperor wanted to beat Feng Han made him unhappy.

"My lord, you are not happy about our marriage."

Feng Han hugged Mo Qingyun close to him, "Why do you ask this? You think too much, and you are not unhappy." Unhappiness is also a matter of the previous life. At that time, I am afraid that I have lost all hatred for the emperor. Transferring the capital to Mo Qingyun's place, he was already so wrong, how could he be wrong again.

"My lord, you don't need to hide it from me. I know my lord's literary and martial arts strategy. How can a man and wife be happy when he is accused of marriage? This can be regarded as breaking the lord's thoughts, but..." Mo Qingyun sat up while speaking, " Your lord just do what you want, Qing Yun will definitely be by your side, if in the future, your lord thinks Qing Yun is an eyesore, you can leave me alone."

Feng Han hugged the intermittently speaking person in front of him, "You are not allowed to talk nonsense."

Mo Qingyun lay on Feng Han's chest and the corners of his mouth curled up, "My lord, as long as Qingyun is by your side is enough, Qingyun doesn't ask for anything else."

Feng Han's heart ached like a knife, "Don't say these things anymore, I want you, as long as you're here, that's fine."

"Qing Yun, why are you so stupid." Feng Han murmured while hugging the person in his arms, "You... oh."

Mo Qingyun hugged Feng Han, looked up at him, "My lord, did I make things difficult for you?"

Seeing the hot and admiring eyes of the person in front of him, Feng Han finally couldn't hold it back, and kissed the pink lips. It was just a light touch, but Mo Qingyun's heart couldn't stop moving.

Feng Han let go of his soft lips, and looked at the person close at hand, "Qing Yun, don't talk nonsense from now on, just stay by my side."

"Yeah." Mo Qingyun rushed forward to hug Feng Han, the corners of her mouth were still uneven.

Although Feng Han hasn't touched him yet, he is looking forward to the day when Feng Han will definitely fall in love with him.

"My lord, is there a useful maid in the house?" Mo Qingyun thought of the matter in his heart, it's better to solve it as soon as possible, it's better to ask Feng Han directly.

Feng Han didn't feel hot when he hugged someone, he stroked Mo Qingyun's arm, "Maid? What are you going to do? I thought it would be inconvenient for a woman to follow you, so I didn't arrange a maid for you."

Mo Qingyun hugged Feng Han, "Then the prince has a good maid who can handle things."

"There is a man named Suru, who is older and stable. He married Shao Yichun who was watching Zhuangzi outside the city last year. That Shao Yichun, who fought with me in the past, only injured his shoulder once, and he can no longer kill the enemy with a knife. I can only arrange for him to look after Zhuangzi for me and take care of some chores."

"Then isn't he sad that he has no ambition but can only guard Zhuangzi." Although Mo Qingyun couldn't understand it exactly, he knew that the man must be aggrieved.

Feng Han was really heartbroken for Mo Qingyun's transparency, "Yes, he was sad for a while, but what can he do, he can only do something else with all he has, and there are some things in the village that need him to complete."

Mo Qingyun probably understood, this Zhuangzi probably has some hidden secrets.

"My lord, can you arrange Suru for me?"

Feng Han naturally agreed, "Okay, just let Butler Anhuai make arrangements."

"Thank you, my lord."

Feng Han stroked Mo Qingyun's black hair, "You don't have to be polite with me."