The time-traveling husband is hard to be

At this time, all fools know that there is a problem, not to mention that Mu Xiang has always been smart.

"Xiao Wu, Nangong Rui is dead. From now on, you stay here and I will treat you well." Zhao Lian said softly, he was confident that Mu Xiang would agree.

Mu Xiang caught the point of Zhao Lian's words, squinted her eyes and looked at Zhao Lian: "How do you know that your husband is dead?"

Zhao Lian didn't change his face: "It's a well-known fact, if Nangong Rui is still alive, then why didn't he stand up, come to you, and leave you here alone? Or he doesn't want you anymore?"

Mu Xiang stared at Zhao Lian for a while, seeing that his expression was normal, did he guess wrong?This matter has nothing to do with him?No, the biggest beneficiary of this matter is him, it is impossible to have nothing to do with him, but among the heirs of the late emperor, only he is the most talented and scheming, the throne will be his sooner or later, he can't afford to take risks, so he will do this What is the purpose?Or is he just an insider, and the mastermind of this matter is someone else?If so, who is this person?

Mu Xiang suppressed the doubts in his heart, now he must figure out what the person in front of him wants to do.

"What did you bring me here for?"

"Xiao Wu, don't you know my heart?" Zhao Lian thought he had expressed it clearly enough.

"Your heart? Why should I know." Mu Xiang looked at Zhao Lian coldly.

Zhao Lian was suddenly angry. He strode forward and pinched Mu Xiang's chin, staring at Mu Xiang's eyes, trying to see something else in those eyes, but he was disappointed. There is only defense and hostility in it, as well as taunting, yes, sarcasm.

"You actually know, don't you? You know that I have always liked you and that I will never forget you, right?" Zhao Lian suddenly understood.

"No, I only know now." Mu Xiang looked at Zhao Lian calmly, without any fear.

"Then what do you do to me? Do you like me?" Zhao Lian looked at Mu Xiang expectantly, and Mu Xiang smiled coldly, looking at Zhao Lian like he was looking at an idiot.

"You'd better let me go, I hate it when people touch me."

The expression in Zhao Lian's eyes was dim, looking at the face in front of him that was all over the country and the city, untouched by the world, his heart moved, he lowered his head and kissed the slightly raised lips.

"Since you don't like others touching you, then I will let you get used to my touch."

Zhao Lian was licking Mu Xiang's lips, the sweet smell made his heart feel a little swollen, suddenly there was a pain in his shoulder, his hand subconsciously let go, and the person in his arms took the opportunity to push him away.

Mu Xiang was still holding the bloody hairpin in one hand, and wiped his lips viciously with the other hand, as if he wanted to wipe off some disgusting thing. Come down, the beauty makes people unable to move their eyes.

"As I said, I hate people touching me the most. It's so fucking disgusting." Mu Xiang's eyes were full of disgust. Very well, Zhao Lian successfully angered him.