Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

Lu Ximing and Pei Ji retreated, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

Lin Muan looked at Yang Mohan for a while, then leaned over and kissed his lips. The man was still frowning restlessly, wondering what he was dreaming about, and was still muttering.

"It's okay." Lin Mu'an chuckled.

Yang Moxian hated this dream. He could clearly understand that the reason for it was that it was something he didn't want to experience a third time in his life.

In the dream, there is an infinite loop of Yang Qinyuan and Yu Changwan's appearance before they died, and every word he said and every action he made was extremely detailed.

Yang Qinyuan is the farmer who adopted Yang Moxian.

Yang Moxian stood at the junction of dreams. On one side was Yang Qinyuan, who was lying in a pool of blood, waving to him, and on the other side was Yu Changwan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and waving to him with a gentle smile. Both of them called him "Zhan'er".

He stood still, he didn't want to choose any of them, he didn't want to do it again.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't. No matter how many times he turned around and left this place, he would still come back to the same place and watch the two people die again and again.

"Please... don't!" Yang Moxian woke up from his dream panting. The unfamiliar environment he saw made his breathing stagnant for a moment.

"If you don't let go of my hand, my hand will be broken." Lin Muan just wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but who would have thought that this person suddenly grabbed him.

"Your Highness..." Yang Moxian said this with some confusion, as if it didn't feel real. He glanced at his hand, hurriedly let go of Lin Muan's hand, and took a big breath.

"What did Master Shaoqing dream about? To scare you like this." Lin Mu'an rubbed his hands, picked up the handkerchief that fell on the bed and continued to wipe Yang Mo's forehead.

"I dreamed of Your Highness." Yang Moxian looked at Lin Mu'an blankly, feeling a little dazed.

Lin Mu'an raised his eyebrows to signal him to continue, put the handkerchief aside, and helped Yang Mo sit up.

"His Highness fell in a pool of blood and couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed." Yang Moxian stared at Lin Muan's every move, as if he was afraid that if he missed one, he would disappear.

"Pfft, why are you so afraid that I am dead, Master Shaoqing?" Lin Muan helped him sit up, moved closer and pressed his forehead against Yang Moxian's, "Fortunately, the fever is gone."

"Yeah." Yang Moxian didn't know why he was so scared, but when he saw Lin Muan lying in a pool of blood in his dream, his heart went cold.

He knew he was in a dream, but he was really scared.

"Your Highness took care of me for a whole day?" Yang Moxian stared at Lin Mu'an's face.

"Yes and no, you were in a coma for three days and two nights, but it's not all my fault that I'm taking care of you. After all, you know, I'm not in good health." Lin Muan narrowed his eyes and smiled at Yang Moxian.

"That's fine, Your Highness, just don't bother yourself." Yang Moxian really didn't want Lin Mu'an to take care of him. He would feel uncomfortable if he got sick again.

He had seen Lin Muan fall ill. He didn't feel anything at that time, but it was different now. He felt that if Lin Muan got sick because of taking care of him, he would definitely feel guilty, and it didn't just mean taking care of him and getting sick. He hoped that Lin Muan would not get sick. .

At that time, Lin Mu'an had just assisted Lin Yanyu to ascend the throne. He spent the first two years paving the way for Lin Yanyu, and then he fell into a coma during an early morning court session and finally withdrew from the court.

She rarely appeared in everyone's sight in the next two years, but everyone knew that Princess Qionghua should not be offended, and he still remembered her appearance when he saw her for the first time.

At that time, Lin Mu'an was plumper than now. To put it bluntly, he was fat. He was a little fatter than he is now. Later, he lost weight due to hard work and fell ill.

Looking at Lin Muan now, she is still a little plump, but much better than before.

Of course, he didn't dislike Lin Muan for being fat, it was because Lin Muan looked unhealthy when he was fat at that time, but now that he is thinner, he looks much better.

"Well." Lin Mu'an didn't know what this man was thinking, but he seemed to be fine, "The assassin who killed you told you who sent him, and now that person should be dying, you Want to go take a look?”

"No need, Your Highness can handle it." Yang Moxian didn't want to see him looking like he was dying, "But Your Highness, can you tell me who it is?"

"The man who was on the list with you." Lin Muan thought for a moment and didn't quite remember this person.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yang Moxian knew who this person was, but he only felt that he was not up to par and could not keep his temper.

That person came from the same village as him, and he was the type who looked down on him. The gap must be too big, and he felt that he was better than him, and then he couldn't calm down after he came out.

"I don't want to thank you verbally." Lin Mu'an tilted his head and looked at Yang Moxian with a smile.

Lin Mu'an rarely wears a veil in the mansion. Now his face looks a little fleshy, a little cute and a little seductive, and his bright eyes make people unable to take their eyes away.

"What does His Highness want?" Yang Moxian felt that he might know what Lin Mu'an wanted, but he just asked, "I have nothing to give to Your Highness."

Lin Mu'an smiled and put his face in front of Yang Moxian, stretched out his finger and tapped his lips.

Yang Moxian's cheeks turned red, and his pale face suddenly became brighter.

"Your Highness, this is inappropriate." Yang Mo said firmly, not daring to look at Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan blinked and didn't think it was anything.

"Although I haven't always taken care of you, I can still charge you some hard work." Lin Mu'an reached out and lifted Yang Mo's chin, making him look at her with a matter-of-fact look.

Yang Moxian looked at Lin Muan with a red face, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Master Shaoqing, if you don't speak, you are acquiescing~" Lin Muan came closer and stared at Yang Moxian's lips.

Pressed on his lips.

Yang Moxian only felt the soft touch on his lips and the fragrance on the tip of his nose, which was unique to Lin Muan and made him feel dizzy.

"I like it so much." Lin Muan stared at the dumbfounded Yang Moxian and smiled brightly.

Yang Moxian was a little confused. The smile in front of him was so attractive that he forgot to think about what Lin Muan said.

"Your Highness." Lu Ximing was cowardly held under Pei Ji's arm and brought in, with a look of despair on his face.

He thought of waiting for His Highness to finish talking before coming in, but it turned out that Pei Ji felt like he was missing a muscle and had to come in as His Highness ordered. Do you think this scene lacks them?

But Pei Ji was like a wooden man, afraid that he would run away and pinch him. He couldn't understand why this man was so strong.

"Here we go, take a pulse." Lin Muan said with a smile.

Lu Ximing breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that His Highness would be angry and burn down his pharmacy, so he just didn't get angry.

Pei Ji put the person down, and Lu Ximing staggered, and was supported by Pei Ji, but he was speechless to Pei Ji again, quietly rolled his eyes, and withdrew his hand to Lin Mu'an.