Princess of the Past and Present

"Why didn't you say these words earlier? Now that girl Yuzhi is determined to marry you, how can you..."

Mu Jin said guiltily: "It's my son's fault, and my son will bear all the consequences."

The queen frowned, "Then how do you plan?"

"My son will go to the Shangshu Mansion to explain the reason to my uncle and dissolve the engagement."

"What about that girl Yuzhi? What about her?"

"My son will also make it clear to her."

The queen felt uneasy, and with Yuan Yuzhi's temper, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to accept.But Mu Jin has said that when Yuan Yuzhi is a younger sister, even if they get married, they can't give her the reality of husband and wife, and it will lead to tragedy.

The queen thought about it again and again, and said: "My son, marrying a wife and taking concubines is your own business, and I can't control that much. Now that you are in charge of it alone, you can just look at it yourself, but don't make any troubles. "

"My son understands."

The queen turned around and continued walking, followed by Mu Jin.The queen walked up to the flowers and reached out to caress a yellow begonia that had just bloomed.

"By the way, who have you fallen in love with recently?" the queen asked casually.

When the queen suddenly asked about this, Mu Jin had a look of surprise on his face, "Why does the queen mother ask such a question?"

"Looking at your ruddy complexion these days, I think it's something good, so I just asked casually." He said looking at Mu Jin, "Why, I guessed it right."

Mu Jin was stunned for a moment, and somehow remembered Mo Shuang. His eyes fell on the flowers next to him, and he said, "No, my son's complexion is rosy, probably because he has eaten a lot of nourishing herbs recently."

This is how to get away with it.

Back at the mansion, when he heard the sound of the piano, Mu Jin's heart moved, and he followed the sound to find the source of the sound.

Mo Shuang was sitting in the gazebo playing the piano, dressed in white clothes that were more snowy, with thin lips pursed lightly, and picturesque eyebrows, like a banished fairy.Mu Jin just watched from a distance, his heart was fascinated, and his thoughts were not on himself. He looked at the man playing the piano without looking sideways, in a trance, as if he was in the Penglai fairyland.

After a few songs, the sound of the piano stopped, and a maid entered the pavilion and said a few words to the man in white.Then, the man in white walked in front, and the servant girl followed behind with the qin in her arms, and left the pavilion.

Mu Jin stood there for a while, then turned and left.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather is getting cooler, a brocade quilt, a soft pillow, and a wooden couch in the outer room is Moshuang's bed.

When Mu Jin returned to the room, Mo Shuang was bending over to make the bed.

"Tonight, I will sleep on the wooden couch, so you go to bed." Mu Jin said.

Mo Shuang paused, "As Your Highness likes."

After tidying up the bed, Mo Shuang straightened her waist and turned around. Mu Jin was about to come to the wooden couch.Mo Shuang avoided to the left, and Mu Jin happened to avoid to the left, looked at each other, and walked to the right at the same time.

The two stood still at the same time, only one step away. Mu Jin pursed his lips and looked at him, while Mo Shuang raised his head and met his eyes.The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the two stood facing each other without moving, only the burning candles in the room were rushing upwards.

"My lord, I brought hot water over here." Dong Ling entered the door at this time.

Mo Shuang opened her eyes first, and walked past him with a step.Dong Ling stood at the door in a daze, always feeling that she seemed to have done something wrong just now.

Mo Shuang looked at her, "What are you doing in a daze?"

Dong Ling came back to his senses, put the hot water in his hand on the basin shelf near the door, and handed over the handkerchief.After Mo Shuang wiped his face, Dong Ling brought the water down again, and there were only the two of them left in the room.

Mu Jin undressed to sleep, and Mo Shuang went to the inner room.

The next day, Mu Jin took a carriage to the Shangshu Mansion, in order to dissolve the engagement.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here, and I have lost my way to welcome you, so please be kind to Your Highness." Yuan Gang clasped his hands and said.

"Uncle, don't be too polite."

Yuan Gang made a gesture of invitation, "Your Highness, please sit inside."

Mu Jin entered the main hall and took a seat, and the servants quickly served tea.

Taking a sip of tea, Mu Jin said, "I came to the mansion today to discuss something important with my uncle."

"Oh, I don't know what it is?"

Mu Jin put down the teacup, "It's about the marriage contract between Bengong and Yuzhi."

Yuan Gang also had a bad feeling, "Your Highness, please speak directly."

"To be honest, I didn't realize until recently that I have always regarded Yuzhi as my biological sister, and I really don't have the slightest affection between men and women. If we get married, I can't give her the reality of husband and wife. In this way, it will be delayed her life."

"This..." Yuan Gang's face changed, "It's the little girl who is self-willed and savage, and she is not worthy of His Highness. I also understand this in my heart."

"Uncle is worrying too much, but I have no such intentions. This matter is my fault. If I had found out earlier, I would not have made the marriage contract hastily." Mu Jin felt a lot of guilt, "Now that I am announcing the engagement, I will also I know I can't feel sorry for Yuzhi, and I can't feel sorry for my uncle. It's better to suffer for a lifetime than to suffer for a while, and I really don't want to ruin Yuzhi's life."

Yuan Gang sighed, and said in a deep voice: "The subject your Highness said also understands that some things really cannot be forced."

Mu Jin pursed his lips lightly with guilt on his face, "In the future, there will be someone better than Bengong to love her."

Yuan Gang's face was ashen, and he forced a smile: "I also look forward to such a day."

The atmosphere became a little awkward, and Yuan Gang smiled in catering, but he was not very happy in his heart.Mu Jin pondered for a long time, and said: "I will explain to Yuzhi personally about the dissolution of the engagement."

"You don't need to bother Your Highness, this matter should be handled by the minister."

"Thank you uncle."

When Mu Jin came out of the Shangshu Mansion, although he let go of a stone in his heart, the guilt was still lingering, and his mood was not so good.

Back at the mansion, Mo Shuang bent over and trimmed the flowering branches with scissors in the yard.Mu Jin looked at him in the corridor, and couldn't move his feet, as if fascinated.

When Mo Shuang looked up, she happened to see him.After being discovered, Mu Jin hesitated for a while, stepped forward, glanced at the freshly cut branches and leaves on the ground, "Why do you do it yourself, isn't there someone else?"

"It's good to be idle and find something to do."

"If you are free, how about practicing sword with Bengong?"

Every time Mu Jin loses, he will play a little rogue, deliberately tease him by adding meaty things to his meals, I don't know what he will do this time.Mo Shuang didn't refuse, and asked Dong Ling to fetch the sword.

Mu Jin grasped the sword and said: "My swordsmanship is far from yours, you have to be merciful."

Mo Shuang said: "His Royal Highness's aptitude is higher than that of a minister, it's just that he neglects to practice on weekdays."

"That's just right, I can take this opportunity to practice." After saying that, he went up to him.

The courtyard full of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers is full of sweet fragrance, and the warm autumn sunshine fills the open space. The figures of one white and one blue are fighting swords in the courtyard, and the clothes are flying like a painting.

Mo Shuang only used six levels of skill to deal with him, and the two of them hadn't decided the winner yet.Mu Jin was exhausted, and even if Mo Shuang didn't try his best, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.When Mo Shuang's sword came, he dodged sideways and gave him a palm in desperation.

Mo Shuang received a slap on the shoulder and was thrown out of the body.In a moment of urgency, Mu Jin used all his strength, and was startled. He reacted promptly and took a few steps forward, stretched out his arms, and pulled Mo Shuang into his arms.

The two of them were close to each other, Mu Jin's face was close at hand when he raised his eyes, and his breath could be heard.The hands on the waist were gathered a little bit, and the body was pressed even tighter.

Mu Jin stared straight at the face that was close at hand, and unconsciously held his breath.The last time I hugged him was because of the effect of the medicine, but this time there was nothing, and I still felt blushing and heart beating.She moved her lips slightly, her face moved closer little by little, the tip of her nose touched the tip of her nose, and finally touched her soft lips.

The sword in his hand fell loose from his hand and fell to the ground. Mu Jin's other hand was placed on Mo Shuang's back.

Four lips pressed together, Mu Jin opened his mouth to enclose his lips, the tip of his tongue brushed his lips, Mo Shuang opened his lips, Mu Jin took the opportunity to enter, and the shallow kiss gradually deepened.