The Emperor's Life

Sitting bored in front of the mirror waiting to get ready for the morning, Mu Li looked sleepy, partly because of last night's dream, and partly because he really didn't want to go to the morning, out of the corner of his eye caught a familiar corner of his clothes, and pulled With a coquettish voice, she said, "Ah~ah~ I had a nightmare last night~ My head hurts~ I can't go to morning court~ah~ah~It hurts~"

Standing behind him, Mu Li looked at his emperor acting like a child, without frowning, and said in a cold voice: "Hurry up, the emperor is still waiting for the morning court!"

Seeing that there was no slack on the man's face, Mu Li pursed his lips. It seemed that this trick was useless. Seeing that the palace people had increased their speed, he shouted again: "A Li, I'm having a nightmare again, you don't care Me, let me go to morning court"

Mu Li's face was slightly moved: "It's that dream again?"

Muli nodded and put on a pitiful expression: "Yes, I almost died in my dream, I have a headache, so I can't go to court today"

Muli stared at Muli's face, he knew that dream, since he was a child or since that incident, Muli often had nightmares, no matter he woke up or woke up, he would always cry and look for him, so he cultivated Even if they are monarchs and ministers, the two still live together. Now that they have grown up, their habits have not changed, but Mu Li's emotions, whether it is real, numb or pretending, he can't tell the difference.

Mu Li withdrew his gaze and turned into the iron-blooded regent again: "Going to the early court is a matter for the king, you are so self-willed and undisciplined, you want to call this civil and military official, how do the people at dawn think of you as the emperor, and how they think of the Mu family! If it was Mu Qing, why would I need to bother so much!"

He was in a hurry for a while, and when he finished speaking, Mu Li yelled inwardly, "It's not good, and turning his gaze back, there was no expression on Mu Li's face, his eyelids were lowered, and he couldn't see any emotion, but his body was already sitting upright.

Mu Li was a little annoyed, he knew what a blow the name Mu Qing was to Mu Li, and since he had said it, he was also angry with him, so he couldn't say a word of apology, he just frowned, and couldn't see it on his face. any expression.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and no one said anything. After waiting for a while, Mu Li couldn't help but take a step forward. Unexpectedly, Mu Li stood up first, and the eyes he looked at Mu Li were not the same as before. With any warmth, he sneered and said: "Yes, this great merchant, this world, this throne..." After finishing speaking, he paused and continued: "...Including you, which one belongs to me?" After finishing speaking, he passed Mu Li When he left the palace gate, he didn't talk about Zhen, he talked about me, and none of them belonged to him, Muli!

Mu Li sighed.

In the Golden Palace, Mu Li sat staggeringly, without royal dignity, propped his cheek with one hand, leaned on the chair, and listened to the ministers talking. My expression, the regent under the first seat is also dark and fierce, and the ministers are all trembling, but as long as the emperor comes to court early, they are still very happy, which shows that the emperor still has this country and society in his heart.

They don't know, they think about the emperor of Jiangshan Sheji in their hearts, and they are actually distracted at the moment. Muli is looking at the golden palace, watching the civil and military officials chattering, and looking at the straight back standing in front of the steps with his back facing him. Ah Li, remembered Muqing he said in the morning.

Muqing, Muqing, that's right...Muqing, thinking about it, his thoughts slowly drifted away.

Now the world is divided into three kingdoms, Dashang, Dasheng, Daxia, and many small affiliated countries. There are very few remaining in the annexation of the three kingdoms year by year. Dashang is the surname of the Mu family. Now it has been reduced to a branch withered, and only one person of the orthodox lineage is Muli. survive.

Muqing is his older sister. Dashang has always followed the principle of passing on the throne as the heir apparent. Whether it is a son or a daughter, as long as the heir is the heir, he is the future king. Muqing has been trained as a queen since birth. His free-spirited younger brother has improved countless times.

Mu Li was not originally called Mu Li, but his original name was Yang Li. He was the son of General Zhenguo. His family had been the personal guards of the kings of all dynasties all their lives. Only for the emperor to drive, and Yang Li is Mu Qing's personal bodyguard. From childhood to adulthood, the three of them grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

Although Mu Qing is a woman, she is good at martial arts, riding a horse and archery, and she is also good at using big knives. However, because of her weak body, Mu Li is slender and more like a woman. Her skin is fair and fluffy, and she loves poetry as well as singing, not to mention He can't bear to let him dance with a gun and stick, even if he has to stand under the scorching sun for a while.

Under the scorching sun that he couldn't stand, there were two people fighting happily. After the match, Mu Qing and Yang Li were very excited.

Mu Qing took the handkerchief handed over by the palace man, wiped his face and said to Yang Li: "Don't ask me next time, just do your best."

The young Yang Li didn't expect to be seen through by others, but he said respectfully: "I don't dare."

Mu Qing laughed angrily and said: "Stupid~" It seemed that there was only a moment of the tenderness of a little girl at this moment.

Watching the interaction between the two, Muli, who was eating fruit while hiding under the sun visor, was very interested in Muli, who was fanned by the palace servants. After all, it is rare for his sister to have such an expression on her face, so she couldn't help but follow her gaze to Yang Li .

Although the three of them are the same age, Yang Li, as the son of a general, is tall and fast, a head taller than Mu Qing and Mu Li, his back is soaked with sweat, his whole figure is fished out of the water, his clothes are stuck to his body Outlining a good figure, Yang Li wiped his face, stretched out his hand and took off his clothes, the unobstructed muscle texture was displayed in front of people.

It would be a lie to say that I am not envious. After all, we are both men. Muli feels that the gap between himself and the other party is more than a little bit. Although his own body is firm but not much flesh, his skin is as white as a woman. Looking at the other party, water stains are on the skin On the face, it looks energetic and healthy, it seems to be glowing in the sun, Mu Li doesn't feel a little shush.

Maybe he sensed the gaze, Yang Li turned his head to look at Muli, his eyes met, Muli was a little panicked, he felt that the gaze of the other party seemed to have the temperature of the sun, scorching, a gust of heat rushed up from his lower abdomen The top of his head and cheeks, Mu Li felt the heat and panicked, he hurriedly lowered his head, and yelled at his side unnaturally: "Have you not eaten? You are fanning so slowly! It is so hot! Where is the wind, bring some silk cloth!" The sun is leaking in, it's so hot!"

The relationship between Muqing and Muli is neither good nor bad, after all, Muqing still dotes on Muli very much, and when he goes there, he takes his little follower Yang Li, and occasionally calls Muli.

The relationship between Muli and Yang Li can be regarded as two people who hate each other. Muli hates Yang Li as a man but he is better than him in every way. In front of him, he will always show the shame that only his daughter's family has. He was angry and ashamed, but Yang Li felt that Mu Li was ignorant and incompetent, and he was just waiting to die under the protection of the royal family. If he was not the prince, he would rather not even look at him, but he is Mu Qing's younger brother I naturally want to love Wuji, so the two of them had to stand outside the school with stern faces, staring at each other. Yang Li was protecting Mu Qing, while Mu Li had just been kicked out of the classroom by his husband.

Yang Li snorted coldly with contempt: "Hmph"

Mu Li felt embarrassed, but he didn't want to lose his momentum, so he cheekily replied, "Hmph!"