The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 5

There is a warm touch on the face, like that kind of soft, squishy sugar ball.

Yun Fengchao opened his eyes and looked, and almost fell off the bed.

Den den den... apprentice!

That's not even the biggest shock, because that warm ball of sugar just now turned out to be...the damn sissy lips.

The damned pervert, he actually didn't forget to take advantage when he fell asleep!

Yunfeng was trembling with anger, he clenched his fist and threw it at Mu Fuyuan's face, but just as he was about to hit it, a picture flashed in his mind like lightning, and the tightly clenched fist gradually Let go.

Pulling up Mu Fuyuan's slender palm and spreading it, a crimson scar across the palm, enough to see the bone, suddenly appeared on the palm.

It seems that this Dengtuzi is still loyal, Yun Fengchao thought admiringly, but he didn't expect that his friendship with the Dengtuzi he said in his mouth was just a relationship between a monarch and a minister.

In fact, Mu Fuyuan has already woken up, after all, martial arts practitioners are very sensitive to everything in the outside world.

Severe pain began to wreak havoc on the limbs again, and it seemed that this pain could not be controlled by internal force.

I tried to use internal force to force out the severe pain before, but I found that once I tried to suppress it with internal force, the pain would automatically flow back into the heart.

However, the problem at hand seems to be more important.

"My hands are fun?" Mu Fuyuan opened his eyes and asked in confusion.

He has lived for so long and never knew that his hands can be used as toys for children. Is it fun to squeeze and pull other people's hands?

"!" With a sound, Yun Fengchao fell onto the bed.

Rubbing his waist, Yun Fengchao's brows were full of dissatisfaction and anger.

"Why didn't you make a sound when you woke up?"

Mu Fuyuan raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously and looked at Yun Fengchao in front of him, and replied with a smile: "I'm just afraid of you..."

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you again!"

"I'm afraid you will be like this." Pointing to the bed with a limited area, Mu Fuyuan's smile looked very unbeatable in Yun Fengchao's eyes.

Eyes wide open, Yun Fengchao shouted angrily: "That's careless, and it's not a baby, who would fall off the bed!"

Tilting his head in doubt, Mu Fuyuan had already been misled by Yun Fengchao's words.

"Is it only babies who fall out of bed?"

Yun Feng looked like a good gentleman and nodded: "Of course."

"Then why did you fall out of bed? Are you a baby?"

Yun Fengchao, who was still very proud at first, immediately jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, and pointed at someone with an innocent face "you you you", but couldn't speak.

He swore that when he returned to the palace, the first thing he would do was to abolish this "innocent" prime minister!

At this time, the door was rudely kicked away, and a little girl in a crescent-colored skirt appeared in front of the two of them.

She kicked rudely at the door lying on the ground, which might have been broken, and shouted angrily: "When you two wake up, go and wash up!"

Looking at the porridge in the bowl, Yun Fengchao felt like crying without tears.

The red porridge has blue rice under the water, and the black dots floating on it are ants as small as ants...

The side dish that comes with the dish is a turquoise green dish about the size of your little finger...

And the tea, the problem is not the tea, but the tea leaves.

He has been the emperor for ten years, ten full years, although he has not traveled all over the world, nor eaten all the delicacies in the world, but he has never seen a moving tea...

"Aren't you hungry?" The cold voice interrupted Yun Fengchao's "affectionate" gaze on the breakfast.

Without Yun Fengchao's answer, Mu Fuyuan still said to himself: "It's hard to get the ingredients for these."

Picking up a green dish with chopsticks and putting it into Yun Fengchao's bowl, Mu Fuyuan's black and white eyes were filled with anticipation.

really want to eat?

Yun Fengchao seemed to have seen something disgusting, staring at the green side dish in the bowl, as if by doing so he could disappear the dish out of thin air.

"Who wants to eat this kind of thing!" Pushing away the bowl of porridge, Yun Fengchao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's disgusting to see.

The anticipation in Mu Fuyuan's eyes is like a burning fire being poured with cold water, and it immediately disappears without a trace, leaving only a faint sigh and unexplainable emotions.

Even so, Mu Fuyuan still picked up the small purple clay pot and poured a cup of hot tea for Yun Fengchao.

"Then have a sip of tea first, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, the cup in Mu Fuyuan's hand was slapped away by Yun Fengchao, the tea spilled on his white and tender skin, and a red bruise appeared on the back of his hand immediately.

Looking at the abnormally red and swollen back of his hand that was still flawless this morning, Yun Fengchao actually felt unbearable and heartbroken.

It seems like it's going too far.

"I, I, I..." Yun Fengchao, who wanted to say something to make up, couldn't think of what to say anyway, because Mu Fuyuan didn't lose his temper with him, and didn't scold him.

But in comparison, he hoped that Mu Fuyuan would scold him, or punch him, rather than staring blankly at the back of his hand now.

"Brother, I heard..."

Puyang Yaoyi, who came in from the door, saw that the fragments on the ground had covered Mu Fuyuan's movement, and angrily grabbed Mu Fuyuan's hand. The back of the hand that was completely swollen looked very glaring. .

"Yao Yi, I'm fine." Pulling back his hand, Mu Fuyuan was worried that Puyang Yao Yi wouldn't believe him, so he specially showed a smile.

It's just that he didn't know that he looked extremely pale at this time, and that brave smile was not so much comforting, as it was adding fuel to the fire.

"Do you still think you are still some kind of emperor? Let me tell you, you are nothing now." Puyang Yaoyi wanted to continue, but was held back by Mu Fuyuan.

"Yao Yi, don't say it." Before he finished speaking, Mu Fuyuan fell to the ground.

Yun Fengchao can be said to regret it now, his pale face is like a silver hook, hooking his heart so painfully.

Why does the heart feel pain? Doesn't he hate this villain who takes advantage of him?

Resisting the urge to help Mu Fuyuan up, Yun Fengchao looked away indifferently.

"It's just a trick to attract sympathy!" Knowing that she didn't want to say that, but the self-esteem hidden in the deepest part of her heart said hurtful words faster than her head.

"Bitter tricks?" Holding up Mu Fuyuan who had fallen asleep, a sneer flashed across Puyang Yaoyi's mouth, and he said disdainfully: "Isn't that what your royal family is best at?"