"Well, I'm really tired. I want to have a comfortable place to lie down quickly." I interrupted what Mu Yiqing was about to say. I was actually a little afraid of what he would say.
Now, I don't have the heart to be emotionally involved with him.
Mu Yiqing was not angry. He looked at me lovingly, patted my head, held Xiaomi in his arms, held me with one hand, and walked towards the "palace gate".
I really want to run away. After entering this place, can I get out again? Shouldn't it be that once I enter this place, I can never get out again?
I just feel that my palms are sweating, and my heart is agitated. I wonder if Piao Piao will feel the same way when he enters this place.
"Feiyi, I didn't want to imprison you anywhere. I know you long for freedom, so I want you to go wherever you want. But you know, it's not possible now. Because I am the one in Mu Shiyu's heart.
Thorn, he wants my life all the time. Before he gives up dealing with me, you can't leave me. Don't forget, this is what you promised me." Hold my hand tightly, and for a moment, I
He was forcibly pulled into his Prince Wing Mansion.
How do the buildings and palace roads here look nothing like a royal palace?
How many years did it take for this city, this Prince Yi's Mansion, to be as glorious and spectacular as it is today? How much financial and material resources did it take to pave the bright road that he admired so much today?
How deep is Mu Yiqing's city? I have no way of knowing. It's like I've never understood him like this.
There was a sound from the door behind me, and I turned around quickly. It was already closed.
"Mu Yiqing, I want to rest and have a good sleep." I replied numbly.
"Okay, I will take you to your villa to rest." Taking me in his arms, Mu Yiqing used Qinggong and quickly rushed to a "village".
The exquisite pavilion stands out, although it is small, it is exquisite and attractive.
Under the warm sun in winter, under the lintel of the pavilion, there is written the word "Yiyuan". It is in regular script, like a calligraphy written by hand, without any other decoration. It is very simple, but I like it because it feels human.
change.
"Girl, those words were written by me personally." Someone said softly.
In an instant, someone flashed in front of me, but it was another old friend—Aman.
After hearing this, my face darkened, and I completely lost the joy I felt when I first met Aman. I looked at those two words with a critical eye, then shook my head and said, "This word is really not that good."