Yu Beiming had no choice but to find another way to track her whereabouts: "Let's go" he hugged her and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Mo Xiaohuan stopped and asked him, completely forgetting what she said before.
Yu Beiming raised his eyebrows and looked down at her: "If you forgot, we can continue." He glanced at the big bed indicatively.
Mo Xiaohuan smiled a little fakely: "Oh, remember, let's eat." She pushed away his big hand on her shoulder and strode towards the door.
Yu Beiming was a little dissatisfied with her action of pushing his hand away, and then he hugged her again after she opened the door.
Mo Xiaohuan put both hands on the doorknob, turned to stare at him, and said a little coolly: "Your Majesty, I don't want to be mistaken for someone who has cut off our sleeves. Are you willing?"
After her reminder, he suddenly noticed that she was wearing men's clothes, and he automatically took away the hand on her thin shoulder.
Mo Xiaohuan smiled very satisfied with his reaction: "Let's go"
Mo Xiaohuan and Yu Beiming walked downstairs and happened to see them having dinner. They were a little surprised that they had dinner so late.
Liu Fufeng smiled amusedly when he saw her. Mo Xiaohuan saw that he couldn't help but blushed, and couldn't help but glance at Yu Beiming who had walked in front of her out of the corner of his eye.
"Have you finished the 'talk' between 'Mr. Mo' and the prince?" Liu Fufeng glanced at Yu Beiming with a hint, who gave him a bored look.
Mo Xiaohuan looked at him and said playfully: "Now that we've finished talking, Mr. Fufeng, would you like to have a 'talk' with me too?" The look in her eyes was not as simple as just talking.
The weak Liu Fufeng was not an idiot. After receiving such a dangerous news, how could he rush into it and seek death, so he politely refused: "No, Mr. Mo can just talk to the prince, we little people are
You don’t need to know the content”
The soldiers who were having dinner nearby also started to cheer when they heard the content of their conversation. In fact, they did not know the real content. "Master Fufeng, I think you should also talk about it. It's good for more people to understand."
Liu Fufeng's expression was a little twitchy, and he glanced at them lightly: "After you have eaten, go to bed. Stop talking too much, or you will be criticized again." He meant Yu Beiming
The soldiers secretly glanced at Yu Beiming, who was sitting on the other side, and saw that he did not look as cold as he did today. They felt relieved and did not talk any more. They all talked about their own affairs and then left after eating.
In fact, it is okay for the soldiers to talk about other things during the meal, and there is no need to look at the prince's face.
But there are exceptions sometimes, such as today's situation
Only then did Mo Xiaohuan notice that as the prince, Yu Beiming was sitting on another round wooden table, and the cook had already brought the food.
It turns out that the prince and the soldiers dined in the same restaurant
Mo Xiaohuan took another look at the dishes served by the soldiers. They were similar to those served by Yu Beiming, except that as a prince, they had one more dish.
This made Mo Xiaohuan know Yu Beiming from the bottom of his heart. It seems that as a prince, he is not incapable of enduring hardships.
"Come here for dinner," Yu Beiming called her after the meal was served.
Mo Xiaohuan walked over and sat down next to him
Weak Liu Fufeng also followed her and sat down opposite Yu Beiming.
Mo Xiaohuan glanced at him, and Yu Beiming thought he was invisible, showing off to her and holding the food