Han Mufeng's series of words Lan Yue couldn't respond.

Marrying? It was a question she had never considered before. Lan Yue could only pretend to be dead, but her eyelids trembled.

The subtle movements were captured by Han Mufeng, but she was still touched.

"Yue'er, can you promise me?"

Han Mufeng endured the pain on his shoulders and leaned forward slightly towards her, focusing on not letting go of every facial expression, waiting for her reply.

"I...I don't want to."

He was so close that his breath of talking was hot and rushed straight to her face. Lan Yue then opened her eyes suddenly, and half-sitted up on the bed with both hands, trying to push away the man in front of her, but she was afraid of getting his wound. After all, she was thinking about this injury for her.

Things have come to this point. According to the idea of ​​people here, they have to marry if they don’t marry, but Lan Yue is not. Not to mention having children, even if they get married, they can still get divorced. Therefore, using the ideas of the current dynasty, she cannot be trapped. Besides, he is the emperor. There are not many women in the palace, but who is willing to distinguish men from other women?

"But you have me in your heart, don't you?"

Han Mufeng remembers every change in her mood clearly. Just tonight, just like now, I thought she had to try again after vomiting so hard, but now she is not disgusting with his touch. Lan Yue is moved by him, sure.

"I don't."

Maybe or...

But Lan Yue still has many things to do not complete, so she doesn't think about it.

"Is there any, I'll try it out."

"How to try?"

After Lan Yue asked, she realized that she was deceived. In panic, Han Mufeng's face had approached. Just as she opened her red lips and wanted to make a sound to stop him, the four lips were pressed together, soft and hot.

In a panic, Lan Yue wanted to push him away but his hands were out of control. Even if he was in charge, he didn't have much strength. Han Mufeng was like a person who died of water in the desert who died of water. He tentatively paid for it, and then began to ask for it wildly...

Han Mufeng was not like a person with injuries on his shoulders? Lan Yue couldn't push him away and could only move to the side to try to get rid of his shackles, but he hooked his hands tighter. In desperation, she could only beat him randomly on his back with both hands.

Maybe it was because he had pulled the wound or he felt it was time to breathe. When Han Mufeng let go, Lan Yue flashed to the side, and it flashed. As a result, before he could completely let go of his hand, she took him to lie on her body, looking in pain.

Ah... Han Mufeng hummed lightly, he pulled the wound.

If Lan Yue had been able to stab him with a knife in the past, but this time he didn't feel so angry, but he was worried that he would take up most of the time.

"Does it hurt? You're pressing me."

Such an ambiguous posture made Lan Yue’s face very hot. Without looking, she must have blushed from behind her ears, and her voice was soft.

Han Mufeng's uninjured hand was supported, but he still leaned on her half-lying on her body. Her voice was more effective than medicine. When asked, did it hurt? He ignored the pain and stared at the charming face reflected by the candlelight, raised his lips and smiled and shook his head.

"What about now? Do you admit that you have me in your heart?"

"I……"

"Yeah, tell me."

"Are there many women in your palace?"

There must be many, otherwise why are they so good at flirting? The emperors got married as adults in their teens, and there are many girls who warmed their beds if they don’t get married. Yes, just like that, Lan Yue will not feel comfortable and uncomfortable.

"No, I will want anything except you and I. You haven't answered me yet. Are you willing to do it now?"

"I have no idea."

"What makes you not know?"

"Don't force me, can you?"

His eyes dimmed when he looked at her, but Han Mufeng then figured it out again. She used to hate him all the way, but now she already has his place in her heart. If she doesn't agree, then just wait.

"Okay, then you can't force you to hold me."

Does it matter whether they hug them or not? Now that the two are so close, Lan Yue weighed the fact that she was useless to reason with the Overlord. She was afraid of hurting him on his shoulders, so she carefully stretched her hands out of his armpits and hugged her gently. With this action, her blush that finally subsided and stained her cheeks again.

"Are you OK?"

"Um."

Lan Yue let go of her hands, and Han Mufeng sat up and smiled at her with satisfaction.

"It's very late, you go back to sleep."

It's not too late, it's going to dawn in two hours.

Regarding the question of whether to go back to sleep, the two of them tangled for half an hour before Han Mufeng reluctantly agreed to go back to sleep next door.

As soon as he returned to the next door, Han Mufeng quickly asked Xiao Ju to change his medicine. It hurt. Fortunately, his clothes were dark, otherwise when he turned around and went out, Lan Yue would have found that blood was leaking from his back.

The emperor was simply flirting with his wife with his life.

Once Han Mufeng left, Lan Yue couldn't sleep anymore. Her father, who was so doting on her, was so angry that he slammed the door and left. Such a trusted best friend and sister also concealed her identity. What's even more hateful is that he found that he was moved by the emperor, which was not within her plan.

The son who gave birth to him was forced to marry him? Lan Yue didn't want to rob a man with a bunch of women. Even if she didn't have to rob her, it would still not work. At least now, this time, it really hurts his father's heart and makes him angry.

Apologize to your own father? What's the use of a Qingpiao-piao apology? I said before that after the matter here came to an end, I went to Zhaoguo to find a way to pick up my mother. No matter whether I can get someone, I have to know it after I go. Even if I can't pick it up, I have to meet you. Why not be there now?

Lan Yue was frightened by her sudden thought. Now was the time to at least leave Han Mufeng's territory and leave his control. Maybe Zhaoguo would lose his love for him when he came back together.

I can't sleep anymore, get up and arrange work.

Lan Yue first left a letter to her father and said that she didn't have to worry about taking good care of herself when she went out. What she left was Aunt Wan to let her look forward to the villa and the school in the temple, and also explained to her godfather and brothers about cotton planting and weaving. After writing these, her hand holding the pen was about to cramp.

"Zi Lin, can we leave when we go to Zhaoguo now?"

"Just the two of us?"

Lan Yue nodded, her hands kept moving, and she had to clean up some useful things. Suddenly, she found that the piece of jade that the third brother asked her to hand over to the emperor was still on her body. She put it on the table for a while and picked it up and repeated it several times.

"Miss, if you can't let go, take it with you."

Why can't I let it go? After opening my mouth, Lan Yue couldn't say it, okay, take it.

"You are ready, I'll go and take a look at Chenchen and leave when he comes back."

Lan Yue went to Lanyuan to see her son sleeping soundly, and she didn't want to wake him up. Apart from being a child, she didn't worry about him suffering or thinking of his mother. After all, her son is a child of a big or small child.
Chapter completed!