His Royal Highness was abducted by the black-bellied hall master

After the banquet was over, the guests bid farewell to the emperor, complimented each other and dispersed in twos and threes.

"Emperor, Pinger, I will go back to the imperial study first," the emperor waved his hand, indicating that he was leaving.

Princess Changping took a step forward, her eyebrows pressed tightly and said: "Father, your body." The emperor waved his hand: "It's not in the way."

After receiving the emperor's answer that nothing happened, Princess Changping's frowning eyebrows relaxed: "I respectfully send my father off."

After sending the emperor away, Princess Changping looked at An Yehua who had been silent all this time.

Seeing that An Yehua's eyes were blurred, she waved her hand in front of An Yehua's eyes.

"Aye," Princess Changping called out.

"Well, sister." An Yehua replied.

Although An Yehua returned to her, Princess Changping still felt strange.

"Are you all right? Is it too late? I saw so many ministers toasting you. Why don't I take you back later?"

An Yehua waved his hand: "No need, Sister. I don't have much time. If you can go back by yourself, you should go back with your brother-in-law first, and don't let them wait outside."

When Princess Changping left, she glanced at An Yehua worriedly, but when she saw the eunuchs and maids by his side and thought that Du Ling was secretly protecting him, she turned around and went out without much entanglement.

After Princess Changping left, An Yehua left the palace alone without asking the eunuchs and maids to follow, because he was in a bad mood right now.

Originally, he could refuse the wine toasted by the ministers, but for some reason, he felt so depressed and urgently needed to vent today, so he poured wine into his mouth without refusing to come, thinking that it would make him feel better.

An Yehua walked all the way to his palace alone, but for some reason, as he walked, he felt that the surrounding environment became more and more unfamiliar.

What the hell, could it be that a ghost hit the wall?

In fact, there was no ghost hitting the wall, but An Yehua was too drunk and walked in the opposite direction of his palace, but he didn't notice it.

He feels guilty about Mo Yu, and he also has a sense of belonging, but the reality does not allow him to pursue the person he likes as he pleases. He is very sad and depressed.

Suddenly, his feet stepped on the air, and his body was about to pounce forward.

Just when he thought he was going to fall and eat shit, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him up firmly.

Just as he was about to thank him, he was pushed against a nearby tree.

"Umm—" Then a soft coldness covered the lips.

He stretched out his hand to push the person on top of him away, but the person's strength was too great, so he couldn't shake it at all.

A sense of suffocation struck, and when he felt that he was about to be suffocated to death, the people in front of him let him go.

An Yehua was very angry, this is some apprentice who took advantage of him, but when he saw the person in front of him, he was stunned.

There was an unusually familiar face in front of him.

It must be a dream, An Yehua put his hand on the face of the person in front of him.

Great, at least I can still see you in my dream.

"Xiao Yu," he called softly, as if he was afraid that the loud voice would scare away the people in front of him.

Mo Yu was taken aback for a moment, he thought An Yehua would resist, but no, instead he took the initiative.

Mo Yu felt a pair of cold hands covering his face, and then his lips were covered with warmth, and his mind went blank for a moment.