The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

Ming Yang was lying on the bed, looking at the top of the bed curtain with a dazed expression, he was stunned for a second before covering his blushing face, he just confessed his relationship with Mu Beimo directly in front of the newly appointed officials ?

God, it's so embarrassing, but it's also so exciting, what should I do?

Ming Yang lay on the bed pretending to be a corpse, touched his stomach, and suddenly felt that it was not a lie to be pregnant for three years.

Ming Yang was full of remorse in the inner hall, while Mu Beimo snickered in the outer hall. Looking at the two officials kneeling on the ground who hadn't reacted, he waved his hands, "Go back first, we'll discuss things tomorrow."

"Yes." The two newly mentioned officials agreed obediently. Although they were puzzled, they didn't ask any more questions and left.

Ming Yang listened carefully to the movement outside with his ears pricked up. He heard a faint sound of footsteps. He sat up instantly and looked at Mu Beimo who walked in with some complaints.

"Yang'er, why is there such an expression?" Mu Beimo had a smile in his eyes. Ming Yang who had just woken up had sleepy eyes and his hair was a little fluffy. His smiling face was very cute against the candlelight.

Ming Yang knew that Mu Beimo was laughing at him on purpose, so he pouted and bumped into Mu Beimo's arms, and bit Mu Beimo's hard arm through his clothes punishingly.

Ming Yang bit suddenly, so Mu Beimo's muscles tensed subconsciously, causing Su Yuan to grit his teeth, and instantly became tearful.

"Why are your muscles so hard?" Su Yuan bit his cheeks and teeth sorely, let go of Mu Beimo, bit his jaw with some difficulty, and his eyes immediately filled with water.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Beimo pinched Su Yuan's chin apologetically and looked left and right, seeing the little face in front of him filled with tears, a little pitiful, his breathing suffocated for a moment.

Ming Yang shook his head with tears in his eyes, opened his mouth to show Mu Beimo his gums, and pointed his finger, "It's sore, I want the prince to help check."

Ming Yang opened his mouth slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, tightly clutching Mu Beimo's sleeve with his hands, his eyelashes trembling constantly.

Mu Beimo understood, chuckled and pulled him into his arms involuntarily, bowed his head and kissed him.

Surrounded by Mu Beimo's breath, Ming Yang felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. He smiled and pulled Mu Beimo to the couch, resting his head on Mu Beimo's lap. Candlelight read the script.

"Yang'er, I need you to do something tomorrow."

Ming Yang looked at the script with peace of mind, and Mu Beimo suddenly came over and picked himself up on his lap, inevitably being taken aback.

"What's wrong?" Mu Beimo's serious look made Ming Yang feel a little nervous, so he put down the notebook in his hand.

"Yang'er, do you still remember that there is a side concubine in the palace?"

"The side concubine?" Ming Yang had forgotten all about that side concubine for a long time, he only remembered what it seemed to be called Qiu Lai, and he couldn't remember it after careful recollection, so he shook his head.

"Why aren't you angry?" Mu Beimo chuckled, and naturally stroked Ming Yang's protruding pregnant belly with his hand.

Touching his belly with warm palms, Ming Yang leaned back comfortably, and looked up at Mu Beimo's sharp jaw, a little confused about what Mu Beimo meant.

"Why should I be angry?"

"But you are not angry, I am angry." Mu Beimo raised his chin and rubbed the top of the hair of the person in his arms, and said childishly.

"Why are you so angry?" Ming Yang was even more confused after hearing this, wondering what Mu Beimo was doing all of a sudden?

"The person I love doesn't have any titles, but that woman can take the position of side concubine, but she can't be abolished now. Do you think I'm angry?" Mu Beimo was frustrated.

"What's the matter, I know this is a last resort." Ming Yang bent his eyebrows and opened his mouth to bite the grapes that Mu Beimo handed over. The grapes in the off-season are very sour, but now that he is pregnant, he prefers this sour taste .

"But I don't want her to obstruct your eyes." Mu Beimo buried his head on Mingyang's neck, his suppressed voice was a little hoarse.

Ming Yang shrank his neck from itching, and when he heard Mu Beimo's words, he stopped chewing the grapes abruptly, and said after a while, "You mean, get rid of her?"

If Mu Beimo really executed Di Qiu, the side concubine, there would be no legitimate reason, it would be bad for his reputation, Ming Yang thought about it, and felt that it was inappropriate.

"In fact, she has already hooked up with that old fox Nie Shenhai, but people with discerning eyes don't tell me."

"Ah?" Ming Yang didn't know about this at all. He thought that Di Qiu really only liked Mu Beimo. Who knew that he had been harmed by Nie Shenhai long ago.

"Did Qiu do it voluntarily?" Ming Yang blinked, the only thing he could think of was that Nie Shenhai forced Di Qiu to have sex with her.

"No." Mu Beimo shook his head, looked at Mingyang's obedient appearance in his arms, and said, "Di Qiu took the initiative to hook up."

"What? Di Qiu hooked up with Nie Shenhai?" Ming Yang opened his eyes in disbelief. Isn't Di Qiu the righteous sister of the Western Region King Longze? Have you always liked Mu Beimo?Ming Yang didn't know what to say for a while.

One is a beautiful girl, and the other is an old man over fifty years old. Nie Shenhai's disgusting face flashed in his mind, and Ming Yang felt a little nauseous when he thought of that picture.

Mu Beimo saw Ming Yang's doubts and explained, "Otherwise, why do you think Di Qiu became the righteous sister of the king of the Western Regions and my side concubine? It's all because of Nie Shenhai."

"Di Qiu hooked up with Nie Shenhai before entering the palace?" Ming Yang was still shocked.

Mu Beimo nodded in affirmation.

"You already knew?"

Ming Yang seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly asked again.

Sure enough, Mu Beimo nodded, and Ming Yang suddenly understood, "Actually, you already knew that Di Qiu and Nie Shenhai were in the same group, and they were the eyeliner they placed beside you."

"That's right." Mu Beimo patted Ming Yang's head in affirmation.

Ming Yang suddenly felt a little emotional, thinking that when Di Qiu became the side concubine of the regent prince, he hadn't decided what he wanted for Mu Beimo, but he lost his temper inexplicably when he learned about it. Now that I think about it, Mu Beimo had already I knew that Di Qiu's thinking was just playing a long line to catch big fish.

"I, I always thought she just liked you and wanted to take you away from me, so I never gave her a good face." Ming Yang lowered his head while talking, but he was also grateful for Mu Bei Mo didn't like Di Qiu, and saw through her purpose from the very beginning.

"It's okay, tomorrow we will retire her and send her to the army to do some work that she is suitable for." Mu Beimo curled his lips and rubbed Mingyang's shoulder affectionately.

Ming Yang nodded his head in agreement at first, but after carefully savoring Mu Beimo's words, his face was instantly darkened, "The way you treat women really hasn't changed at all."

Ming Yang muttered, he still remembered the dancer who was sent to the army at his birthday banquet, and was assigned to the army to relieve the soldiers. Mu Beimo, the former general, really cared about his soldiers.

"You don't want me to kill people, so I can only use this method. Firstly, it can punish them, and secondly, it can relieve the soldiers from fatigue. It's the best of both worlds. Why not do it?"

"Okay, but they must be in pain."

"I don't know if it hurts or not. By the way, do you want to see Father and the others?" Mu Beimo curled his lips, not wanting Ming Yang to know too much about these things, so he cleverly changed the subject.

"Okay." Ming Yang was successfully distracted. He thought he hadn't visited his father since the next dynasty, and he didn't even know that Ming Yin's voice had been cured, so he should have gone to see him.

"Come on, I'll help you get dressed." Mu Beimo looked at Ming Yang tenderly, and told the maid to bring in the clothes.

Ming Yang was so happy that he didn't need to move his hands, and obediently stretched out his hand to let Mu Beimo gently dress himself. Suddenly he thought of something, and suddenly turned around and asked, "What did you call my father just now?"

The person in front of him puffed out his cheeks with a serious face, like a puffy little goldfish, Mu Beimo hooked his lips and avoided the topic, "Your Majesty, Yang'er has gained a little weight recently, and her clothes are a little tight gone."

"You obviously didn't say that. Are you also called Father Emperor, huh?" Ming Yang didn't like Mu Beimo's tricks, turned around and pinched Mu Beimo's nose on his feet, "You haven't married me yet Passing through the door is like calling father emperor, how shameless!"

"How can you be shameless, Yang'er is still pregnant with my flesh and blood." Mu Beimo smiled lightly and took Kai Mingyang's hand, gently wrapped it around the soft waist in front of him, and touched Su Yuan's upturned belly .

"That doesn't count! You're not married without a medium, and this child just doesn't have a father!" Ming Yang pouted, blushing, and knocked off Mu Beimo's troublesome hand.

"Why don't you count it? I said it counts." Mu Beimo smiled and hugged him tighter, completely forgetting that Ming Yang's clothes were not neatly dressed yet.

"You are fooling!"

"Say I'm cheating, what evidence does Yang'er have?" Mu Beimo hugged him tightly.

Ming Yang twisted his body angrily, but he couldn't break free from Mu Beimo's restraint, and gradually lost his battle.

"I'm not going to play anymore, I'm not going to play anymore, hurry up and help me put on my clothes!" Ming Yang blushed, and the warm breath of the person behind him spread around his ears, and he quietly blushed through the tips of his ears, Like a red pearl that anyone can pick.

"I'm not playing, it's obviously Yang'er." Mu Beimo's tone was a little aggrieved, staring at Su Yuan's red ears, and only let him go after teasing him enough.

"Did you just say that I am fat!"

"No, Yang'er is just right like this, comfortable to hold."

"Then you're saying I'm fat!"

"Okay, okay, Yang'er is not fat, come on, let's go to father's place."

Mu Beimo stretched out his hand towards Ming Yang, turned around and called the two attendants.

"Nuo, you also call my father the father, and you still don't admit it, it's really embarrassing!" Ming Yang caught the point of Mu Beimo's words, but his feet spun on Mu Beimo's body, his face Filled with a sweet smile.

"Okay, okay, I'm just ashamed." Mu Beimo couldn't laugh or cry, and supported the weight of Su Yuan's whole body.