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

Fulu stood outside the royal study for a quarter of an hour before going in. As soon as he entered, he was pulled into Lin Yanyu's arms. A faint hint of ambergris penetrated his nose, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Your Majesty...is His Highness going to transfer me?" Fulu took the initiative to hug Lin Yanyu's waist for the first time, and his voice was a little trembling when he spoke.

"No, sister asked me to speak carefully and not to force you." Lin Yanyu hugged Fu Lu and rubbed his face against his neck.

"What?" Fulu was a little surprised and didn't understand.

Lin Yanyu raised his head and looked at Fulu, his slightly red eyes looked like he had just cried, but his eyes were bright.

"I like Fulu very much. I have liked him for a long time. Can Fulu be with me?" Lin Yanyu looked at Fulu expectantly.

Fulu looked at Lin Yanyu blankly, his mind was empty and he didn't understand.

"No... Your Highness, won't you... transfer me away?"

"Why would sister transfer you away?"

Lin Yanyu looked at the dumbfounded Fulu. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He kissed Fulu on the lips.

This didn't even give Fulu a chance to react. When Fulu reacted, he didn't even have time to avoid it, and he was kissed just like that.

"Your Highness...what do you mean?" Fulu was so weak from being kissed that he leaned into Lin Yanyu's arms.

Lin Yanyu told Fulu the cause and effect of the matter. Fulu was not stupid, but he was stunned for a while.

"To put it simply, I'm not stupid, I just have a bad temper. It's hard for me to get a job. My sister asked me to pretend to be stupid. My sister also knows that I like you, so what do you think of Fu Lu?" Lin Yanyu hugged Fu Lu. Sitting there, she reached out and touched his lips, "Sister A said, if I force you again or don't explain things clearly, he will beat me."

"Your Majesty, can you give me time to think?" Fulu accepted these things, but couldn't digest them all at once.

"Okay, but I don't have the patience. Can Fulu give me an answer quickly?" Lin Yanyu rubbed Fulu's neck affectionately.

"Can three days be enough?" Fulu knew that Lin Yanyu was impatient, so he thought about the time.

Lin Yanyu nodded slightly.

Fulu touched his head, and Lin Yanyu smiled happily.

"Fulu, sister said that if he doesn't want to sit in this seat, he will find someone to sit in it, so Fulu doesn't have to think so much. He only needs to think about whether he likes me and whether he wants to be with me." Lin Yanyu didn't want to give it either. Fulu was under too much pressure. He had three days to wait patiently for Fulu's answer, but he was afraid that Fulu's answer would make him sad.

"Okay." Fulu smiled, understanding in his heart.

Lin Yanyu hummed heavily, hugged Fulu's waist tightly, and breathed his breath on Fulu's neck intentionally or unintentionally.

Fulu didn't feel anything was wrong at first, but slowly his earlobes began to feel hot. He thought about getting up from Lin Yanyu's arms, but his waist was hugged tightly by him and he couldn't move at all.

"Your Majesty, let go first." Fulu's voice was trembling, and his body unconsciously moved back.

Lin Yanyu said nothing, staring directly at Fulu, and touched Fulu's waist.

"Your Majesty... A Yu! You said, give me time to think about it." Fulu reached out and put his hand on Lin Yanyu's chin, resisting his lips that wanted to get closer.

Lin Yanyu felt better when he heard Fulu call him Ayu, and his actions became more and more unrestrained.

Fulu blushed and didn't know what to say, so he could only reach out and push Lin Yanyu, but he couldn't push Lin Yanyu at all, and his face turned red from anxiety.

"If you don't do anything, can Fulu call me Ah Yu again?" Lin Yanyu looked up at Fulu and rubbed Fulu with nostalgia.

"Ayu, Ayu, can you get up?" Fu Lu was helpless.

The name Ayu was the name they used privately before Lin Yanyu became emperor. Now that Fulu had no choice but to call him, Lin Yanyu used it as a bargaining chip to let go of him.

Lin Yanyu responded obediently, but his movements showed no intention of letting go of Fulu.

Fulu understood and simply didn't bother to resist.

Lin Yanyu let go of Fulu after the hug felt comfortable, and he was overjoyed.

Seeing that he was happy, Fu Lu indulged him. Anyway, if nothing unexpected happened, he still wanted to be with Lin Yanyu.

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The wedding of Lin Mu'an and Yang Moxian came as promised. There was a grand and luxurious wedding procession. Many people stopped to watch and many people gave them blessings.

The rumors about Lin Muan outside are very bad, but now this scene doesn't seem like that.

Yang Moxian was riding on a high horse, looking at the smiling faces of the people. The guards of the Princess Mansion were still organizing candy distribution. Yang Moxian smiled and glanced at the sedan chair behind him.

In the end, they had to live in the princess's mansion, so it wasn't that troublesome. The wedding procession walked around the imperial city, and the people in the city were happy.

The ceremony is also very simple. They worship the heaven and the earth as usual, and the couple bows to each other, and finally they are sent to the bridal chamber.

How should I put it? Yang Moxian was very nervous holding the scale beam at the moment.

"Prince-in-law, please lift your hijab quickly. Don't keep His Highness waiting." The old nun next to her was a little anxious when she saw that Yang Moxian had not yet opened her hijab.

Yang Moxian stared at Lin Mu'an's red hijab and nervously grasped the scale beam.

"You all should go out." Lin Muan stared at his toes and said coldly.

The old mama wanted to say something, but Chu Xia finally pulled her out. A group of maids also went out, leaving only two people in the room.

"Why don't you open it up and take a look? Although it's not the makeup Brother Xian is wearing, it should still be quite beautiful." Lin Muan stretched out his hand and pulled Yang Mo Xian's sleeve with a gentle voice.

"Your Highness is beautiful no matter what, but I am a little nervous." Yang Moxian said truthfully, lowering his head and looking at Lin Muan's hijab.

"Don't be nervous, just treat it like opening a gift." Lin Mu'an raised his head and looked at Yang Moxian through the hijab. The view was a little unclear, but he could still see the outline clearly, "Brother Xian, see if you like this gift of mine."

Yang Moxian pursed his lips, and used the scale pole to lift a corner of the hijab, revealing Lin Mu'an's white and smooth chin. When he lifted it up again, an incomparably beautiful face appeared in front of him.

Lin Mu'an's gleaming peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, his amber eyes were shining, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Yang Mozhan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and he swallowed when he reacted.

"What's wrong? Are you crazy, or is there something dirty on my face?" Lin Mu'an patted the place next to him and motioned for Yang Mo to sit down.

Yang Moxian put the scale beam aside, sat next to Lin Mu'an, and hugged him close.

"I'm crazy." What Yang Moxian said was normal, but his tone sounded ambiguous.

"Have a drink." Lin Mu'an chuckled, stretched out his hand to push his face away, and pulled away the arm around his waist.

Yang Moxian stared at Lin Muan's back blankly, his eyes blurred for a moment, and he felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar, but he was soon confused by Lin Muan.

Lin Muan raised his glass to Yang Moxian, and Yang Moxian stood up and came to Lin Muan and took the glass blankly.