The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

Although Yang knew that his marriage with Mu Beimo could not be delayed any longer, he did not expect the Regent's Palace to move so quickly. In less than three days, the person who was thinking about it rode a sweaty BMW and led a group of grand marriage proposals The team came to propose marriage.

There was an uproar in the capital that day, and the convoy headed by the Prince Regent passed through the busiest street in the capital. The marriage proposal team was neatly planned, and the red tents spread all the way, covering the entire street.

Sitting at the forefront of the line, Mu Beimo swept away his usual cold expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his jaw was tensed, as if he was a little nervous.A black-gold python robe shone faintly under the sunlight, and the natural aura of a king made everyone kneel down and salute consciously.

Many women in the boudoir quietly raised their heads to watch Mu Beimo's handsome face, and they were full of grievances in their hearts. Who could make the regent come to propose marriage in such a big way.

Other passers-by always liked to be lively, and the sound of horseshoes was still ringing in their ears. They all began to whisper to each other, guessing who was the woman who could make the old iron tree blossom, the Prince Regent.

"Oh, who girl do you think is so capable that our Prince Regent came to propose marriage in person?" An old official shook his sleeves and went to the side to gossip with the crowd.

Another fat woman in bloated and rich clothes answered immediately, recalling the way the corners of the prince's mouth curled up, she couldn't help feeling shy, "Isn't that right, I heard that the regent never smiles easily, and now he is on the horse, the corners of his mouth It's been up all the way."

Zhan Cheng and Xiao Chuyue, who were standing in the crowd helping to distribute the wedding candies, naturally heard the comments of others, and they saw Mu Beimo's smile more clearly. They looked at each other and smiled, understanding the meaning in each other's eyes, and shook hands shook his head.

"Everyone loves sweets, today is the day when the prince came to propose marriage, everyone should wish the prince a successful marriage proposal!" Zhan Cheng grabbed a handful of paper-wrapped wedding candy and put it in the hand of an old man next to him, and interrupted with a smile everyone's discussion.

"Oh, the prince is really thoughtful, he even prepared wedding candies for us ordinary people." The old man on the side was not polite, took the candy and pocketed it into his lapel.

"Of course, although our lord wears the title of 'Living Hades' on the battlefield, it is really good for us poor people!" Candy in Zhancheng's hand praised him, but his dark face was very energetic.

Zhancheng finished distributing the candy, and got together with Xiao Chuyue in the crowd as he walked. Before he could say anything, he was pushed to the corner by the crowd who wanted to see the Prince Regent's marriage proposal team.

While pushing and shoving, Zhancheng felt someone holding his wrist, and before he could break free, he was blocked by a chest against the wall. When he looked up, it was indeed Xiao Chuyue's familiar face.

"You, this is on the street, let me go." Zhan Cheng slightly pushed his hands away to keep a distance from the person in front of him, muttering, but actually blushed slightly.

"Don't be afraid, no one will say anything." Xiao Chuyue smiled, lowered his head and gave Zhancheng a smack on the face, and before he could react, he carried him on his shoulders.

"Xiao Chuyue! What do you want to do?" Zhancheng's perspective suddenly turned upside down. Before he could react, he was carried on his shoulders. He felt that the person who carried him performed a few light skills and flew up to the roof. Immediately called out.

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that Mu Beimo's child is about to be born, and we have to work harder." Xiao Chuyue narrowed his charming peach eyes, and reached out to touch Zhancheng's charming waist. Smiling and galloping towards the General's Mansion.

At this time in the palace, the sleepy Ming Yang had just woken up, and when he woke up, he habitually hummed twice and leaned into the arms of the person next to him, but his hands were empty.

Ming Yang looked at the vacant seat next to him in a daze, and sat up in a daze for a while, until Lian'er outside shouted again and again, and then he was relieved.

"Your majesty, are you awake?" Lian'er asked tentatively. Since Ming Yang became pregnant, she became more lethargic, and her urge to wake up became stronger, so the palace servants did not dare to wake him up rashly.

"Well, you guys come in." Ming Yang replied through the screen, looking at the empty inner hall, he didn't remember what important things Mu Beimo was going to do today, why there was no one there when he got up.

Lian'er, who was outside, came in with a group of maids to help him change. He noticed that today's clothes were a little more formal, and they were gilded dragon robes.

Today is the holiday, and it is not necessary to wear a dragon robe when going to court. Why did Lian Er bring this dress in? Ming Yang was a little puzzled, and then asked aloud.

"Your Majesty, don't ask any more questions, you'll know after breakfast." Lian Er had a teasing smile on her face, making Ming Yang confused.

There was his favorite osmanthus cake on the table, but Ming Yang had no appetite, so he picked up a piece with his chopsticks, and then remembered to ask Mu Beimo's whereabouts.

"Your Majesty, don't you know? The prince put you to sleep last night and was called away by the Supreme Emperor, and now he hasn't come back all night."

Lian'er pretended to be surprised, and while serving Ming Yang dishes, while talking, she naturally noticed Ming Yang's flustered expression.

"What? You said that elder brother Beimo was called away by the emperor all night?" Ming Yang's hands trembled when he heard what Lian'er said, and the osmanthus cake he picked up fell on the table.

"Well, yes."

Seeing Lian'er's innocent and confused expression, Ming Yang's heart tightened suddenly, the chopsticks in his hand slapped on the table, and he rushed out while holding his stomach.

"Your Majesty! Where are you going?" Seeing Ming Yang's excited appearance, Lian Er's heart suddenly arose, and she hurriedly followed her to help her.

"Go to father's place right away!" Ming Yang didn't know what father would do to Mu Beimo. Maybe it was a meeting between the two before they got married, but it couldn't be the three of them talking all night. Could it be that Mu Beimo met What danger?

Ming Yang was so anxious that he didn't even sit down, he walked towards Ming Yin's hall on his stomach, unexpectedly, just as he reached the door, Ming Yin and Lin Xi came out cuddling each other, with smiles on their faces .

"Father, father, where are you going?" Ming Yang's eyes turned red anxiously, and he lowered his trembling voice and asked.

"Why is Yang'er in such a hurry?" Ming Yin stretched out his arms and put his arms around him, helped him turn around and led him out.

Ming Yang didn't see Mu Beimo's figure, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and kept turning his head to look into the hall, but he didn't see the familiar figure.

"Yang'er, what are you looking for?" Lin Xi smiled and followed their pace, turning sideways to slightly block Ming Yang's sight.

His sight was blocked, Ming Yang came back to his senses, looked at Ming Yin beside him with red eyes, his voice choked up.

"Father, Brother Beimo is here with you?"

The red-eyed Ming Yang sniffed, with an aggrieved expression on his face, like a little rabbit, staring at Ming Yin vigilantly, Ming Yin smiled lightly, and raised his hand to stroke Ming Yang's back.

"Silly Yang'er, I dare not keep your Beimo brother." Ming Yin felt a little sore, took the hand of his good son and walked out.

Ming Yang couldn't react, and suddenly heard a faint noise coming from outside, and everyone looked up.

"Yuan Yi, what's going on outside?" Ming Yang calmed down, and called out to Yuan Yi who was standing by in a hoarse voice.

"Report to the emperor, all the ministers are waiting outside."

Yuan Yi bowed his body and said.

"Why did they come? Today is a holiday, and I didn't summon them." Ming Yang cleared his throat, looked at Ming Yin who was at the side, and said to Yuan Yi with some puzzlement.

"Your Majesty, this servant doesn't know, why don't you go outside and take a look." Yuan Yi had a smile on his lips, and stepped aside after speaking, and took the initiative to support Ming Yang's arm.

"Father, the ministers there go out and have a look first." Ming Yang suppressed the doubts in his heart, said something to Ming Yin, and walked all the way to the main hall.

Ming Yang's belly is not very obvious, and wearing a dragon robe that is wider than usual, he can only see a slight curvature. No one would think about pregnancy at all.

Ming Yang straightened his waist, gently retracted his stomach, and the officials in the outer hall stopped talking.

"The ministers are waiting to see the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

As soon as Ming Yang crossed the threshold, a group of people knelt down. The dark red robes on their bodies were neat. Ming Yang was surprised, but he still didn't understand what was going on.

"Everyone is at peace." Ming Yang raised his hand, and just sat down on the main seat, before he could speak, summons rang out from outside the hall.

"Report to the emperor that the regent Mu Beimo brought a hundred hummers into the palace."

The voice of the report came from door to door. Ming Yang looked at Mu Beimo who was wearing a black gold python robe outside the hall, and subconsciously clenched the armrests of the dragon chair.

I saw Mu Beimo in the distance coming slowly under the sun, Qi Yuxuan in high spirits, without losing the majesty of the royal family, wearing a silver crown on his head, wearing a jade pendant around his waist, long black hair scattered lazily on his back, his face With a smile on his face, the hummer under his crotch raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and his hooves slapped happily on the ground.

Mu Beimo was followed by a mighty team of marriage proposals, all in bright red, and the sound of firecrackers in the distance was endless.

Such a long line of marriage proposals probably stretched from the main hall to the outside of the palace gate.

"At that time...the regent, Mu Beimo, brought a hundred horses into the palace with a betrothal gold of 6000 million taels of gold, a hundred dan cakes, and 99 deerskins..."

Watching the chuckling Mu Beimo get off his horse and stride towards him, the ceremony officer at the side read out the list of betrothal gifts with a notebook, only an inappropriate idea popped into Ming Yang's mind.

Did Mu Beimo move the entire palace into the palace for him?

Mu Beimo walked towards him step by step, Ming Yang stared at the man in the hall in a daze, until Yuan Yi reminded him in a low voice before he regained his composure.

"Your Majesty, the prince is here to marry you today."

The prince is here to marry you today.

Ming Yang read this sentence carefully, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He raised his hand to caress his stomach, and said in his heart, "Good boy, your father is coming to pick us up."

"Eunuch Yuan, help me up." Ming Yang raised his hand with an extremely firm tone.

"Hey!" Yuan Yi smiled, seeing the red corners of Ming Yang's eyes, his heart also felt stingy, but he still helped Ming Yang up with a smile.

Mu Beimo's pace became faster and faster, and finally seeing Ming Yang standing up, he strode up the steps directly and hugged him into his arms.

"Yang'er, brother is here to pick you up."

Sensing the familiar fragrance of tea, Ming Yang buried himself in the other's arms contentedly, letting the warmth wrap him, his heart gradually settled down.

"Okay, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as Ming Yang, whose eyes were reddened, spoke, all the ministers in the hall knelt down in unison, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and congratulations resounded in the quiet hall.

"The ministers congratulate the emperor and the prince on the happy marriage, and wish the emperor and the prince a happy marriage for a hundred years and an early birth of a dragon son!"

Mu Beimo slightly hooked his lips, smiled and asked them to stand up, but dishonestly hooked his hand around Ming Yang's chin and kissed him.

Caught off guard by being kissed, Ming Yang took a long time to realize that he was kissed in front of so many people, and instantly felt a little hot on his face, raised his hand to press his face, and asked in a low voice.

"Ok you, when did you prepare so many things behind my back?"

Mu Beimo smiled, wrapped his arms around Ming Yang's waist quietly, and whispered something in his ear.

Ming Yang was stunned for a moment, looking at the smile in Mu Beimo's eyes in shock, a sourness welled up in his eyes, he didn't care how many people were watching him in the main hall, and suddenly slammed into Mu Beimo's eyes hard. In Beimo's arms.

"You really are not shameless, I hadn't grown up at that time." Ming Yang muttered softly, but he was reluctant to let go, feeling the warm embrace wrapping him up, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Today, all the birds are chirping and the sun is shining. Everyone in the capital is celebrating the marriage of the emperor and the prince. The emperor is beautiful and stunning, and the prince is imposing.

The strange thing is that no one in the capital commented that they were all men, and some only had blessings from all over the city.

[The author has something to say: Long time no see, dear friends. Because of the author's health and academic reasons, this article has been discontinued for a long time, but please rest assured, I will write well in the future!Finally, I wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine's Day! 】