"But I didn't expect that I actually forgot about you first, right? Don't worry too much about this question. It's meaningless now. I remember that I asked another question." Ye Qingmian's voice was clear and lingering.
"Murong Feng is also our childhood playmate. His father is the right prime minister of Nanfeng Kingdom. He and your wife are officials in the same court, so we have a good relationship." Nan Fengmu said slowly, but his voice was
A bit melancholy as always
"Mian'er, I miss you so much." When Nan Feng Mu finished speaking the above words, his voice suddenly became a little urgent and slow, with an inexplicable anxiety. The fanaticism in his eyes made Ye Qingmian a little uneasy.
"Prince Mu, don't be like this." Ye Qingmian awkwardly avoided Nanfeng Mu's generous hand that stretched out to grab her arm.
"Prince Mu? Don't call me such an unfamiliar name, please call me Mu." Nanfeng Mu's body got closer and closer to Ye Qingmian, and he slowly approached her, and pressed her thin body deeply and heavily.
land, hugged in one's arms
"Your Majesty..." Ye Qingmian still wanted to struggle, but his strength was too great, but his embrace was also so warm, so warm that people were addicted to it, and so warm that they wanted to bury their heads in it, never again.
lift up
"Mian'er, you don't know how much I long for you. Every time I see the emperor scolding you, hear him criticizing you, or see him treating you badly, I want to go forward regardless.
, hug you on my chest, use my warmth to feel sorry for you, cherish you, and never let you suffer any grievance or harm."
Nan Fengmu's voice was sincere and low.
Are you moved? Are you really indifferent? How is that possible?
Ye Qingmian admitted that the deepest part of his heart was deeply moved by Nan Fengmu's words, but he could only stop at the level of being moved and could not go any deeper.
"Prince Mu, isn't it good for you to be like this? Master, after all, you are the emperor's concubine now."
Wan'er on the side heard Nan Feng Mu's sincere, fiery, and heavy words. She was very envious and moved in her heart, but she had to remind him cruelly that Ye Qingmian's status so far was so...
An embarrassing reality
"Wan'er, don't you understand how I feel about your master? Even if your master forgets, can you forget the days when we went out to play together? Can you forget the days when we were sympathetic to each other? Forget.
Have we broken the oath we once made to each other and vowed to be together for the rest of our lives?"
Nan Fengmu intoxicatedly sniffed the faint fragrance that came from Ye Qingmian's black hair like ink. It smelled very good, and it was a unique smell that belonged specifically to her.