The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 8

"Please come in, please come in." With an uncontrollable smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, she led the two of them into the farmhouse.

It's so idyllic...

The walls are made of yellow mud and yellow bricks, and then covered with thatch as a roof. Under the small thatched hut is a small courtyard surrounded by fences.

On the crisp green grass, chickens and ducklings are playing.

The afternoon sun lazily scattered on the farmhouse, making it look melodious.

"Young Master Yun, Young Master Yun, Young Master Yun?"

The elegant voice yelled at him irritably, and there was a tendency to keep yelling without answering.

Fascinated by the plain scenery in front of him, Yun Fengchao looked impatiently at the source of the annoyance, but was surprised to find that the person calling him was actually Mu Fuyuan.

Master Yun?

Yun Fengchao frowned, why did this guy call him Mr. Yun? Didn't he always call him the Holy One before?

But after thinking about it, I have to admire the meticulousness of this slut. After all, their identities are special. Although there is no need to hide it, it is better not to cause a commotion.

"Mr. Mu, what advice do you have?" So Yun Fengchao also changed his name to Mu Fuyuan as Mr. Mu.

Although his smile is very stiff and his pronunciation is not proficient.

Mu Fuyuan stretched out his slender index finger and pressed lightly on his cheek, reminding him kindly: "It's frozen."

"You don't need to remind me kindly!" Maintaining a smile, Yun Fengchao squeezed out a more pleasant sentence from between his teeth, and as for the other curses, just swallow them back in your stomach.

Even though he knew that although his skills were not considered top-notch, he could still barely deal with a few little thieves and was not enough to beat Mu Fuyuan, but Yun Fengchao still secretly clenched his fists with hope, preparing to fight against the man in front of him. The color blank is hard to guard against.

The woman who had already stepped into the farmhouse but didn't see the two distinguished guests turned her head, saw the two who were still standing outside the fence, and hurried back.

How could the future son-in-law sent by God to her be neglected!

"Look at my temperament, I forget everything when I am happy!" the woman thought that she had neglected the guests.

Mu Fuyuan looked at the woman who hurried towards them, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, we didn't keep up."

now!

Yun Fengchao threw out the fist that he had grasped tightly, and a dull pain came from his fist, and he knew from that feeling that his plan had succeeded.

But... except that Mu Fuyuan stood a little farther than before, there was nothing unusual.

Yun Fengchao felt that his back was covered with cold sweat, and even the fists that were full of confidence and hadn't had time to withdraw were shaking.

"Could it be that punch just now..." He asked questions without beginning or end, and he didn't know what he was asking.

But Mu Fuyuan seemed to understand completely, very serious, very cautious, and nodded very seriously.

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If someone invites you to dinner with good intentions, and is very warm and friendly, but he punches him, and he uses his milk.

But they are not angry, and warmly invite you to stay,

Under such circumstances, no one would refuse such a request.

After all, no matter what the situation is, conscience will play its best role----let others blackmail.

"Oh~~"

Lying on the edge of the window and looking at the twinkling stars outside the window, Yun Fengchao cursed in his heart Mu Fuyuan who was sitting on the tea table and drinking tea with a smile.

Dead color, rotten color, the first thing he has to do when he returns to the palace is to abolish the prime minister? No, wouldn't he be too sorry for himself if he did such a wasteful thing?

Send him to the frontier to defend the city!

Waiting for the scorching sun to rot his deceitful stinky skin, who would dare to say that he is more beautiful and beautiful than his concubine when he sees it!

Perhaps it is because the village stands against the mountain, so in the summer night, the wind always carries a trace of coolness.

Yun Fengchao, who was leaning against the window, was a little dizzy from the evening wind, and his face seemed to be a little hot.

"Ah~~~sneeze!"

Yun Fengchao felt a tingling in his nose, followed by a big sneeze.

He who always paid attention to elegance blushed immediately, turned his head cautiously, and saw Mu Fuyuan who was frowning, holding the thin quilt on the bed in his hand and covering him tightly, covering him tightly.

Yun Fengchao, who was still blushing over trivial matters, was taken aback for a moment, and then pushed away the quilt in surprise.

"Is summer covered with a quilt in summer?"

In the palace, there are maids fanning him and drinking iced sour plum soup in the hot summer, and a warm stove and the best silkworm quilt in the severe winter.

What is needed in summer is coolness, and what is needed in severe winter is warmth. This fixed pattern has been like this since I was born in 16 years. I never felt that there was any wrong idea that made Yun Fengchao push away the warm thin quilt. Although I don't want to.

As soon as the quilt was off his body, Yun Fengchao immediately felt a shiver, as if the wind in severe winter kept blowing towards him.

With a "puchi" smile, Mu Fuyuan pulled the thin quilt again, and gently spread it on Yun Fengchao's shoulders.

"It's called cloak, not cover." Although it was a lie, Mu Fuyuan didn't blush and didn't take a breath.

Yun Fengchao wanted to tear off the quilt, but Mu Fuyuan seemed to want to fight against him, and he would not let go of the quilt as he pressed the quilt. He couldn't win the fight with strength, so he could only look at him angrily, with words written in his eyes." I'm not easy to deceive!"

Mu Fuyuan smiled warmly, and said in a tone of astonishment: "Oh, I was discovered by the Holy Majesty."

"Have you ever tried to have a snowball fight in the snow?"

A snowball fight? It’s like in the book, a few furry kids each hold a snowball made of crushed snow and dress like a big snowball, chasing it around in the snow?

Turning his head away in disdain, Yun Fengchao muttered: "I don't like that kind of kid's game..."

"If the Holy Majesty likes it, I can take you to the north to have a snowball fight. I heard that it will snow in the north soon."

"Really?" Yun Fengchao's eyes flashed with excitement, but it dimmed in the next moment, "I don't care about that kind of game."

Grab the snow and throw it around with your hands, it's dirty!

What's so good about running around, it's better to use those hours to read a few more sages and sages.

For Yun Fengchao's rude refusal, Mu Fuyuan just smiled, and then stretched out his hand to close the window, blocking the night wind that was beginning to become anxious.

It seems that it will rain tonight, which is why he stayed here overnight.

"My lord, rest early."

"What are you going to do?"

"Hit the floor."

"Why why? You won't go to another room!"

"But only this room is vacant..."

"..."

"I'm going to talk to my aunt and uncle, and ask them to let me sleep in the outer hall, okay?"

"Wait, you come back!"

"My lord, is there anything else?"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep here!"

No matter how much a child looks like an adult, he is still a child, even if that person is the emperor.