The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

It turned out that Ming Yin was unable to speak because he was forced to take dumb medicine. Lin Xi discovered the problem yesterday, and promptly found the antidote for him to take. Now Ming Yin can speak normally.

When Ming Yang and the others arrived, Ming Yin was being embraced by Lin Xi, and the two stood in the garden admiring the flowers, cuddling and talking.

The peonies in the courtyard were in full bloom. Two men with good figures were snuggling together. The breeze passed by and rolled up the tulle on their sleeves. The tall man's face is full of doting smiles, and if you look closely, you will find that they are all shy.

Mu Beimo and Ming Yang looked at each other tacitly. They couldn't bear to disturb the gentle two, so they stood quietly in the corner for a while.

Ming Yin bent down lightly, picked up a beautifully blooming peony, stretched out his hand and folded it down, pinched the stem with his slender fingers, moved his fair face closer to the bright red peony, and gently sniffed it.

Ming Yin recalled the situation 20 years ago, the man next to him was considerate, but when he thought about himself, he didn't even dare to tell him his real identity, for fear of hurting him.

"Lin Xi, will you blame me?"

Ming Yin lowered his eyes, looked at the broken peony in his hand, and asked softly.

"Yin'er has never done anything wrong, so how can I blame you?" Lin Xi looked at Ming Yin's thin figure, feeling distressed in his heart, and stretched out his hand to hug her.

"But I kept it from you for so long, and let you be hated for no reason." Ming Yin blamed himself for raising his voice, and his eyes were flushed. He could probably imagine that when Lin Xi heard that his beloved was with him How other women feel when they give birth.

"Yin'er, it's not your fault." Lin Xi didn't care about these things, all he wanted was now, his Yin'er was still fine, and he was content.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Ming Yin buried her face in Lin Xi's arms in pain, the familiar scent of herbs came to her nostrils, and the peony in her hand fell to the ground in a frown.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm still here right now, aren't we? We're all fine." Lin Xi also blushed, hugged her tightly in her arms, and gently stroked the person's back in her arms. Soothe his emotions.

"Will you still leave me?" Ming Yin raised his head, with tears in his eyes, but a stubborn expression.

"I won't come back, I won't come back again." Lin Xi pitifully raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Ming Yin's eyes, then touched the head of the person in her arms, and dropped a soft kiss.

"Well, I will never let you go again in the future." Ming Yin sniffled and buried her head in Lin Xi's broad arms.

Ming Yang stood not far from them, and the sound of their conversation fell into his ears without any omission. He was very happy that the 40-year-old father could still be embraced by his beloved like a child.

Thinking of this, Ming Yang subconsciously clenched the hand of the person next to him, and the strength around his waist was a little stronger. Feeling Mu Beimo's response, Ming Yang's eyes turned red instantly, and the corners of his mouth raised upwards uncontrollably.

Mu Beimo noticed the change in Ming Yang's mood, and was also deeply moved by Ming Yin and the others' love. His heart moved, and he hugged his beloved from behind pitifully, silently and softly comforting him.

The people in the garden hugged each other tightly, and it took some time before they entered the house leaning against each other.

Su Yuan moved his numb feet, grasped the hands of the person beside him, and followed slowly.

"Boom boom boom!"

Ming Yin and the others had just entered the door, and there was a notification from the eunuch guarding the door.

"Report to the Supreme Emperor, the emperor and the prince are asking to see each other."

It's been a long time since I heard such a voice, and for a while I was still a little uncomfortable, Ming Yin froze for a moment, then nodded, "Call Yang'er in."

"Whoo!"

Mu Beimo helped Ming Yang enter the door. Ming Yang saw Ming Yin and Lin Xi in front of the tea table, and found that their eyes were all on the hands he and Mu Beimo were holding. His face was embarrassed, and he subconsciously thought: Shake off Mu Beimo's hand.

"Father, father." Ming Yang was led forward by Mu Beimo, and he couldn't shake off the hands of the people around him. Facing the smiles of the two fathers, he suddenly felt like an ugly daughter-in-law followed her husband back home for the first time. The embarrassment of seeing in-laws at home.

"My minister sees the Supreme Emperor and Doctor Lin." Mu Beimo felt Ming Yang's unnaturalness, so he had to let go first, and bowed to the two elders.

"We're all a family now, Beimo doesn't need to be polite, just sit down." Ming Yin curled his lips, looking at the young man who took on the big responsibility after he left.

"Okay." Mu Beimo nodded, and pulled out a stool to help Ming Yang beside him to sit down. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was no longer by his side. .

Ming Yang was very embarrassed with his stomach puffed out, he broke free from Mu Beimo's hand and walked away guiltily, waiting for Mu Beimo to finish his ceremony before sticking to his father's side.

Ming Yang wheezed and moved a stool to squeeze Ming Yin to sit down. Mu Beimo and the little eunuch next to him were frightened. Just about to go up to help, he saw that he had already rubbed against Ming Yin and hugged Ming Yin's arm. Then began to act like a baby.

"Father, my child misses you so much."

Ming Yang leaned on Ming Yin's body, his voice was a little soft, but his eyes couldn't stop turning red. It's been a long time since he acted so brazenly to his father, more than a year...

"Silly boy." Ming Yin lovingly raised his hand and rubbed Ming Yang's head, the corners of his eyes were also stained red.

The atmosphere was a bit silent, but Ming Yang didn't notice this, he rubbed his father's shoulder, closed his eyes, the warmth that belonged to his father permeated his whole body, and quietly wiped away his tears in a futile manner.

After Ming Yang calmed down, he consciously didn't want to stay by his father's side anymore, so he sat back obediently beside Mu Beimo, and the four of them drank tea, feeling a bit idle.

"Beimo, now that Yang'er is more than five months pregnant, when are you going to discuss the marriage?" Lin Xi took a sip of tea, exchanged glances with Ming Yin, and said.

Ming Yang is the emperor, and Mu Beimo is the regent, so Ming Yang didn't think about this problem at all. When his father said this, his back straightened instantly, and his hands twisted helplessly.

He was a little uncertain about Mu Beimo's attitude. After all, they had special identities, and it was unreasonable for them to be together, let alone announce their marriage to the world.

"Someone has already prepared the dowry." Mu Beimo was not humble, but his words were surprising, and Ming Yang who was on the side was taken aback by him.

Ming Yang was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Mu Beimo, who was calm. He was about to ask him why he didn't know, but Ming Yin answered before he could open his mouth.

"That's good. Another day, you can ask Si Tianjian to calculate the date. Before we leave, you have already married." Ming Yin said, turning his head to look at Lin Xi beside him, with a full smile on his face. is sweet.

"Okay, I'll take your worries off." Mu Beimo nodded, and raised his hand to hold Ming Yang's hand tightly, but it felt cold.

Ming Yang is also looking forward to getting married with Mu Beimo, but their identities are special, and they are two men. If the two of them get married, what kind of disturbance will the people cause, and how can Mu Beimo's reputation be preserved.

Mu Beimo's hand was big and warm, but at that moment, he subconsciously retracted his hand, but he still held it tightly.

"Your Majesty, Yang'er is probably a little tired, so we will leave first." Mu Beimo sensed Ming Yang's disappointment, tightened his hands, and raised his head.

Ming Yin looked at the two people's handshake, and then at Ming Yang's pale face, feeling distressed, so he had to let them go back first.

"Okay, Yang'er go back and have a good rest."

Ming Yang was silent, his mind was empty, and Mu Beimo took his hand and led him out of the door. He knew that something would greet him.

There was an uneven gravel road under his feet, Mu Beimo's pace was a little hasty, Ming Yang was a little unsteady being pulled by him, half of the flowers and dew on both sides of the path were swept off, making a rustling sound.

Ming Yang's steps were unsteady, looking at the two people's handshake, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart, just as he was thinking of shaking off Mu Beimo's hand, the person in front suddenly stopped as if discouraged.

Ming Yang didn't dare to speak, and looked at Mu Beimo's face again, his hard jawline was tightly stretched, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and there was an invisible chill all over his body.However, Ming Yang didn't know how to live or die, and as soon as his brain got hot, he shook off the opponent's hand.

The man in front of him seemed to be discouraged all at once, his straight shoulders relaxed, and every part of his body was filled with the thought that he was showing helplessness.

"Brother Beimo."

Ming Yang's eyes turned red from his fright, and he clasped his hands on his slightly protruding stomach, at a loss for what to do, so he could only stand there aggrieved, and called softly and tentatively again.

The pair of boots in his eyes moved a step, and Ming Yang felt a panic in his heart, and subconsciously took a small step back, but he couldn't keep up with the man's quick movements, and with the strength on his waist, he just fell into the front of him. An embrace filled with the fragrance of tea.

The man hugged him without saying a word, Ming Yang dared not move like a little rabbit, but he could feel his sadness.

"Why are you afraid of me?" The man's voice was deeper than usual, full of helplessness, and with his broad palm touching the back of his head, Ming Yang felt as if a sharp knife had been inserted into his heart.

He wasn't afraid, but a little confused. This kind of confusion had never occurred to him when he was looking for medicine for Mu Beimo, nor had he ever been when he was thinking of fighting traitors with him, but he thought of the two being together Will be pointed out by the world, and I can't help but feel sad.

He didn't want Mu Beimo to be pushed to the forefront of public opinion because of him, and he didn't want their marriage to become a bad memory for Mu Beimo.

Mu Beimo didn't hear the response from the person in his arms, and his heart ached, and in the end he couldn't bear to be angry with his Yang'er, holding Ming Yang's fair face pityingly, his eyes touched the red mark in his lover's eyes, and he stopped in an instant. The breath on the body.

"Sorry, I was too anxious."

The man's breath subsided instantly, he held Ming Yang's face in his hands, his lover's tears in his eyes made him feel distressed, he bowed his head and kissed his lover lightly, and apologized in a deep voice.

Mu Beimo admitted that his chest was like a boulder weighing a thousand catties, making him breathless, but the moment he hugged Ming Yang, his heart was filled again.

With tears in his eyes, Ming Yang gently shook his head, then grinned again, "Brother Beimo, Yang'er is only in the palace, waiting for you to marry me."

When Mu Beimo heard these words, the blood in his chest seemed to gush out, and he hugged him fiercely, wishing to crush him into pieces and melt into his own body.

Ming Yang suddenly figured it out, since his Beimo elder brother was desperate to marry him, then what was he worried about? Even so, if he encountered difficulties, he would go to his father to discuss it.

[The author has something to say: It's opening, it's opening, today the stupid author has written seriously, and I'm asking you if I'm fat or not! 】