Under the plum tree with only two people, everything was quiet
A petal fell in front of the two people. The petal seemed to expand in an instant, expanded...
"Mo Yan is not a flower." Mo Yan didn't resist Mu Feng's embrace and didn't feel anything. That might be because he was used to it, but Mu Ling's embrace made Mo Yan feel a little uncomfortable, as if something was dirty.
Feeling Mo Yan's rejection, Mu Ling did not let go of Mo Yan but hugged her tighter, "What if I say, I love you?"
Mo Yan was stunned when he heard Mu Ling's words. The words that sounded like a smile but not a smile confused Mo Yan. He shouldn't believe Mu Ling's words, but doesn't it have any authenticity?
"What the imperial brother can give you, I can too," Mu Ling did not call himself 'I' but used 'I'. Mo Yan's face has been appearing in his mind for the past few nights, and even the ups and downs have become
Mo Yan
Originally, it was very simple for an emperor to get his hands on someone, but this person happened to be Mo Yan, the proton, and Mu Feng's sweetheart. This made Mu Ling really distressed.
"The emperor is a man," Mo Yan had to remind Mu Ling. Are the two brothers sick? Or are their hidden sexual orientations that they are same-sex?
A feeling of desolation surged into his heart, and Mo Yan thought painfully, if they knew she was a woman, would they hunt her down? Or assassinate her?
"Mufeng is a man too," Mu Ling said bitterly, "Since you can fall in love with him, why can't you fall in love with me?"
"..." Mo Yan was determined, when did she fall in love with Mu Feng?
"You are an imperial concubine now, not a princess," Mu Ling couldn't understand that there was a person hidden under that cold expression. It was the first time that Mu Ling was so jealous of his imperial brother Mu Feng.
"..." Mu Feng said she was a princess, not a princess, and Mu Ling said she was a princess, not a princess. Mo Yan thought this was a serious question, and she felt she was neither.
"Don't forget that you are a proton, the prince that Mo Country does not want." Mu Ling became very angry for some reason. He pinched Mo Yan's shoulders tightly with both hands, his eyes were slightly red, "You are just a chess piece."
"..." Indeed, Mo Yan admitted that she was a chess piece, or a chess piece that was temporarily obedient.
"Queen? Since she wants to, I will go and see her now," Mu Ling waved her sleeves in a domineering manner, turned around and left, with anger in every step.
Mo Yan sighed to himself, it seemed that she had done bad things with good intentions, but she couldn't be blamed for that. She had said and done everything she needed to say. This is the helplessness of life.