Kite falling into red dust

He pushed the door open and entered, only to see Murong Mingyu lying on the table pouring himself a drink, with four or five empty jugs beside him.Seeing him coming in, he waved to him and said, "Mo Yuan, come and have a drink with me!"

He walked forward, turned his head and saw a slender teenager sleeping soundly on the bed, his clean shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, and his clothes were messily thrown on the ground.He only glanced at it, then immediately withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand to snatch the jug from Murong Mingyu's hand, and said, "You're already drunk, you have to go on your way tomorrow, don't drink."

Murong Mingyu looked at him with misty eyes, "Mo Yuan, tell me, why did I come here?" He sat down beside him, took the coat that was thrown aside and put it on him, "This , the master should know the most in his heart."

"I...do you understand?" Murong Mingyu stared at his own reflection in the wine glass obsessively, "But, how can I say it? Even if I don't care what my father's spirit in heaven thinks, how can I face the world? I... the widow is the king of a country! If the subjects of Yan know that the widow actually likes killing his father and enemy, what will he think of the widow?" He slammed his fist on the table fiercely, "Why... why do you want the widow to fall in love with you? Him!? If the widow never liked him, it wouldn't be so painful!"

"Your Majesty!" Mo Yuan grabbed his hand and said in a low voice, "Although this servant sympathizes with what happened to the eagle, I want His Majesty to be happy. As long as it makes His Majesty happy, this servant is willing to do anything. If Your Majesty wants Eagle If he dies, the servants will arrest him, bring him back to the capital, and execute him in front of all civil and military officials. In this way, the ministers and common people will no longer misunderstand or talk about His Majesty."

"Let him... die..." Before he finished speaking, Murong Mingyu suddenly threw himself on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

It was just dawn, and Murong Mingyu suddenly woke up from his sleep.Sitting up, he felt that the surrounding scenery was so strange that even the person lying on his side seemed to have never seen it before.

It took some time, and his mind gradually woke up from the hangover. He finally remembered that this is Liufeng Pavilion—another men's pavilion on the same street as Fengluyuan, and the person next to him is Guan. The young lady in the middle, Xiyue.Last night, Murong Mingyu didn't even take a closer look at his appearance, just because he had a pair of soft and beautiful hands like that boy, so he was pulled into bed by him.

Looking at it now, this Xiyue's appearance can only be regarded as mediocre, and her figure is too skinny.Murong Mingyu couldn't help smiling wryly in his heart. In the past, he carefully selected the few sexual partners he had by looking at their faces and figures, why now his standard has become "similar to Luo Hongyuan"?

"Murong Mingyue, Murong Mingyue, I'm afraid you've been bewitched!" He sneered and sighed.After putting on clothes and shoes, he hurriedly washed his face with the cold water in the washbasin in front of the window, opened the door, and saw Mo Yuan standing in front of the door like a pine tree.

"You're awake," Mo Yuan bowed his head and cupped his fists, "The carriage is ready, do you want to have breakfast before leaving?" "No, since it's ready, let's start now!"

"It's such a cold day, why do you have to leave so early?" Xiao Langhao in the carriage hugged a fox fur cloak and held a hand warmer in his arms, shivering and complaining non-stop.From the position of the coachman came Mo Yuan's emotionless voice: "Your Majesty stays in Tenglong Town for a moment longer, the more dangerous you are. If Mr. Xiao is too cold, you can stay here by yourself, and you can leave whenever you like." .”