In the imperial study room, Mu Ling did not lift any concubine signs. What lingered in his mind was Mo Yan's figure, showing the ambiguous movements of Mo Yan and Mu Feng, which made Mu Ling very uncomfortable.
For the first time, Mu Ling felt the helplessness of an emperor. He knew clearly that Mo Yan was a man, but he could only watch a man nestling in the arms of another man, and he, the emperor, could only watch
The first time he saw Mo Yan on the street, the stunning figure made Mu Ling's heart move, making him feel that his heart would still beat for someone. The second time he saw Mo Yan, he realized that he was a man.
Mo Yan is in the arms of another man, his own brother
Mu Ling had an unspeakable dilemma. On the one hand, he had a good impression of Mo Yan in his heart. On the other hand, Mo Yan was a proton. How could a proton mess around with a prince?
In fact, Mu Ling ignored the strange feeling in his heart. He hoped that it was him who was having an affair with Mo Yan, not his imperial brother Mu Feng.
"Mo Yan, the Thirteenth Prince..." Mu Ling turned to look at the memorial and saw Mo Yan jumping on the paper. He shook his head. Mu Ling tried to wake himself up and said, "Here comes someone."
This night, Mu Ling finally lifted the sign. This night, he went to his beloved concubine Rufei. However, after the intimate contact, he still imagined Mo Yan in his mind, and even regarded the person under him as that peerless person.
But Xiao Zeping, who was in the post house, looked at the bright moon in the sky with a half-smile, "Is this really a proton?"
Whispering softly, Xiao Zeping knew that Mo Yan had been living in Mu country as a hostage since he was a child, but he vaguely felt that Mo Yan was not simple. Yes, how could it be simple for him to live as a hostage until now?
Xiao Zeping only thought that Mo Yan was a proton, so it was not simple, but he could no longer think of anything else.
Mo Yan's life was too simple and pure. Xiao Zeping couldn't get any other information at all. Not only Xiao Zeping but also Mu Feng, who had always been so close to Mo Yan, didn't know.
In a corner outside Yan Mansion, a figure stood behind the tree and looked deeply at the high wall. This man had no intention of entering the manor, but just stood quietly.
"Even so..." The figure disappeared into the darkness, and only a very light word floated from the air, "I'm sorry, we can be together later."
I don’t know how many people’s hearts were disturbed this night, and I don’t know how many people made different decisions. But this night also heralded that a bigger storm is coming.