Kite falling into red dust

He smiled shyly and said, "Because I matured relatively early, I noticed some signs from a very early age. For example, there are 11 brothers and sisters in total, you are the fifth eldest, and there are four below you." Sister, two younger brothers. When you were young, you only liked to play with your sixth younger brother, Mingshuo. If an older brother or other older children bullied him, you would immediately rush to protect him. You were beaten black and blue, and your clothes were torn It doesn't matter if you are punished by your mother. And the way you got along at that time, tsk tsk..."

Immediately, Murong Mingyu shouted unhappily: "Tsk tsk what? What's wrong with our way of getting along? Mingshuo is my real brother, we have a good relationship, it's normal for me to protect him."

He looked at him with a smirk on his face, and said: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you in a hurry? Well, anyway, your relationship is not going well now, so let's not talk about him."

Murong Mingyu didn't know why he became nervous, "Then who are you talking about?"

He didn't answer right away, but glanced at the tall and straight figure of Mo Yuan standing outside the window and waiting.

Murong Mingyu immediately said: "Hey, don't talk nonsense! We are pure friendship, just like me and you."

His smiling face widened, "I really didn't say anything this time, why are you nervous? Could it be that you have a ghost in your heart?"

Murong Mingyu lowered his head as if surrendering and sighed, "I understand, you are teasing you about Hongdie before taking revenge on me." He put on a harmless smile, "This young master is not Small-bodied people. To this day I always thought you had that kind of relationship with him, really! Don't you?"

Murong Mingyu's face turned darker than Mo Yuan's, "What did we do to make you have this illusion?" "It's not just me, but everyone who sees you together, probably will have this kind of illusion." Thoughts. Didn't you notice that when you took him to drink flower wine, those flower girls didn't dare to stick too much on you? I'm afraid that the big black-faced man behind you will suddenly become jealous and destroy them. "

Murong Mingyu couldn't help but take a look at the motionless tall and straight figure outside the window, and said in a low voice, "You're just talking nonsense!" "It's definitely not my nonsense," Xiao Langhao approached him, and lowered his voice, "I'm not kidding, I think Mo Yuan really has that meaning for you. Don't you feel it at all?"

He pushed him away, "Are you kidding? I don't believe it!" Xiao Langhao still looked serious, "You'd better believe me. Although I can't make the girl I like like me, but I have seen enough of these things in the field of love, enough to guide you."

Just when Murong Mingyu was seriously imagining Mo Yuan's secret love for him, and his back felt chills for a while, he suddenly showed that ruffian smirk again, and said, "Okay, let's not talk about him. A beauty who is eclipsed by the most famous oiran in the capital, who would think about that cold and hard black charcoal? So how far have you guys developed?"

They were all seen through, and there was nothing to hide, Murong Mingyu simply said frankly: "What's the development? I just figured out what kind of thoughts I have for him, but he didn't express anything to me."

But Xiao Langhao stared at him with sharp eyes, and said: "Really, there is no sign at all? Then what is in your hand? The noble Crown Prince usually does not have the habit of wandering around with neatly folded clothes " He looked down, only to realize that he had been holding the clothes that Luo Hongyuan returned all along in his hand and forgot to put them down.

Although Xiao Langhao died without a problem the first time he fell in love with him, he was a veteran in the love scene who had been molesting little girls since he was six years old. Murong Mingyu, whose emotional experience was a blank sheet of paper, really couldn't keep any secrets from him.So he still told him the scene when he met Luo Hongyuan by the pond for the first time, and what happened afterwards.

After listening to his narration, Xiao Langhao opened his mouth wide in surprise, "You've kissed people, and you only know what's on your mind after talking about it. Don't you usually kiss people whenever you see them?" He said with a look of hatred Shaking his head with an iron expression, he said: "Your father is a famous romantic king, but you have not inherited his good genes in this regard at all. Come on, let me, a romantic son, guide you! "

Murong Mingyu looked at him suspiciously, "You are very good at it? Then who passed out in my palace because of a woman drunk some time ago?"

Xiao Langhao said sternly: "As the saying goes, "the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear." Even if I have no experience, I must see clearly than you. What's more, I still have a wealth of valuable experience, so you believe me, it will definitely be fine!"

Murong Mingyu said doubtfully, "Okay... okay."

"That's right!" He approached him enthusiastically, and put his hand on his shoulder, "So how much do you like him?" Murong Mingyu asked in confusion, "Is there a difference in liking?" "Of course, like the kind of liking for Hua Niang, just want to sleep with him once or twice; or completely possess him, let him become your male favorite; or..." He paused, the light in his eyes His expression and tone became serious, "I hope he can share his heart with you, and is willing to grow old with you forever."

Murong Mingyu knew that he was thinking of Hongdie again, so he didn't answer his words immediately, and gave him some time to calm down.

Soon, he regained his mischievous look, and said loudly, "Tell me which one you are, so that I can prescribe the right medicine!"

Murong Mingxuan frowned and said: "Didn't I clarify my intentions only after I said it? How did I have time to think so deeply?" Xiao Langhao said seriously: "Then you'd better think clearly as soon as possible."

Mo Yuan, who practiced martial arts since he was a child, has a sharper sense of hearing than ordinary people, so he can almost hear Murong Mingyu and Xiao Langhao whispering in the room clearly when standing under the window.

He had maintained his usual composure before, but when the conversation between the two began to involve him, some subtle changes gradually appeared on his originally dark and tough face. After hearing what Xiao Langhao said with a smile, When he said, "With a beauty like Mrs. Hong Yuan who overshadows the most famous oiran in the capital, who would think about that cold and hard black charcoal?", his face turned livid.

The moonlight is like washing, and the breeze is warm.

Murong Mingyu sat at the stone table in the waterside pavilion, drinking glass after glass of wine, and put the two sentences "Furong out of the water is suspected to be a fairy, Fang Zhiqing is a mandarin duck in a dream" and "Chopped tongue and dyed blood clothes, borrowed the wind to go up to the blue clouds" I read the poem over and over countless times, and sighed countless times.

Mo Yuan stood aside and watched worriedly. Since the chat with Xiao Langhao, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been sitting in this place for three consecutive nights, pouring himself wine non-stop, and recited these two lines of poem over and over again with a sigh.Could it be that Xiao Langhao said something that irritated him and made him startled?

"The hibiscus comes out of water and is suspected to be a fairy, and I know that you are a mandarin in a dream..." Murong Mingyu shook his head with a wry smile, raised his wine bottle and drank a full bottle of wine, and sighed: "The second time I meet him, I will write down After writing such a poem, how can this be a flower girl who just wants to sleep once or twice? Boy pet? Hah!"

He suddenly raised his head and laughed twice, loudly said: "It's over, I'm over!" Then he turned his head and said to Mo Yuan: "This palace is over! Mo Yuan, do you believe it? Bengong actually fell in love with a man, I still want his body, his heart completely, and belong to only Ben Gong forever and ever! What do you think Ben Gong should do?"

Mo Yuan was absent-minded for a moment, as if he was really thinking about his question.However, before he could reply, Murong Mingyu fell drunk and lay down on the table.

Mo Yuan stretched out his hand, took his arm, hugged him around the waist, turned and walked out of the water pavilion with a blank expression, stepped on the small bridge, and returned to his bedroom.Put him on the bed, take off his boots and coat, cover him with the quilt, and draw the curtains.