The Demon Concubine Reborn: The Prince Regent spoils me obediently!

Chapter 125 Ye Beiming, What About You?
The wind and shadow blow slowly, and the sleeves of clothes flutter and dance, as if they are breathing in unison.

He locked her waist tightly, turned against the guest, as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood...

Ye Beiming let her go slowly, staring at her rosy pink lips, and a dark red light flickered at the bottom of her eyes.

Mu Qianhan felt timid when he saw the scarlet gleam in his eyes, and stepped back slowly on his embroidered shoes.

Ye Beiming's eyes were deep, and he stretched out his hand to hold her tightly in his arms, hugged her body and buried his head in her shoulder, and whispered: "Don't go, let me slow down."

Even if he really wants to do something now, he can't do anything.

Mu Qianhan's face was crimson in his arms, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

She never thought that she just kissed him for a long time, but he would...

Sitting on the round chair, Mu Qianhan didn't dare to lift his eyes and hugged the teacup to pretend to drink water, wishing he could bury himself in the teacup the size of a crispy pear.

Seeing her shy look, Ye Beiming reached out to take her teacup, she got up to grab it, but met his clear and warm eyes.

He put the teacup on the round table and asked, "How long are you going to bury yourself in the cup?"

"No!" She replied, pretending to be calm.

A trace of guilt flashed across Ye Beiming's eyes, and he didn't expect that he would...

Yesterday he swore that he hadn't moved those thoughts, but today...

He held her hand and didn't dare to explain anything, so he could only try his best to divert the topic away: "Shangshen Baixi is the one who bestowed the Heavenly Spirit Orb to the Tong family. After many years, the Heavenly Spirit Orb returned to you It’s also a return to the original owner.”

"Nineteen years ago, the patriarch of the Tong family should have figured out your true origin, so he gave you the condensed form of the Tianling Orb and left you with a glimmer of life." Ye Beiming looked at her softly. Said: "I have also thought about why Tongzhen would make such a big sacrifice for you, not hesitating to let the Tong clan lose their ability to astrology. It turns out that my Xiaohan'er is actually a protoss."

"Ye Beiming, then who are you?" She looked at him, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked softly.

She is a god, how could a mortal be able to save her?Moreover, his heartbeat and blood are the same as his own, all of which proves that he is the same kind of person as himself.

"Your father is the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and the Ye family is an ordinary person, so your mother must not be an ordinary person." After finishing speaking, she held his hand and asked, "Who is your mother?"

Ye Beiming smiled calmly, just wrapped her in his arms, and replied with a smile: "I will tell you later."

She looked at him slightly sideways, with a trace of blame in her eyes, and said, "It's not fair, you have been hiding and eavesdropping on my conversation with my mother, and now it's my turn to ask you, but you are hiding it, what do you think? Is that fair?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Ye Beiming's eyes, and he asked back, "How do you know when Xiao I overheard your conversation with your mother?"

She smiled and said, "Jialuoxiang, you smell of Jialuoxiang. At first I knew that you were the one who saved me, and it was also because of Jialuoxiang."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Ye Beiming's eyes, and he said, "I've been using Jia Luo Xiang since I was born, and I'm so used to it that I forgot its existence, but I don't want you to see through it because of it."

He himself was also curious as to why she saw through her frequently, but he didn't expect it to be the aromatherapy he used on his body.

Mu Qianhan squeezed his hand and rubbed it carefully, and said, "You were useless in Yinchuan City, so I have guessed countless times whether you are the regent of the Song Dynasty."

Seeing her mentioning the past, Ye Beiming's eyes flickered with pity, and he also wanted to know how she met Mu Qianyu and how she came to Song Dynasty, so she asked, "Can you tell me, when you left the scene?" What happened after Yunshanzhuang?"

Mu Qianhan pinched his ring finger, measured it carefully, and replied: "After I woke up, I guessed that you saved me. In order to hide from you, I decided to go to Nandian Kingdom or a place thousands of miles away. I didn’t want to meet my sister who was robbed by robbers halfway and couldn’t help it, but the serious injury recurred and she was taken back to Song Dynasty.”

Ye Beiming's eyes were full of pity, and he didn't know what to say for a while!
At that time, her body was not recovered and she might be killed if she acted rashly, but if she hadn't rescued her, she would not have been recognized by her sister, and she would not have been taken back to Song Kingdom by her sister, he might have missed her.The Mu family may also miss her because of this.

He held her in his arms: "How did your sister save you?"

"They had nothing to do, so they went to Luo Xingguan to seek medicine. My sister and Xiaoli were weak in their legs halfway, and they climbed up the ten-thousand-story building with one breath. The blood on the ladder..." Mu Qianhan's eyes filled with tears .

To this day, she still has lingering fears when she recalls the blood on the ladder.

Ye Beiming took his hand out of her palm, caressed her face, and asked softly, "What happened next!"

Mu Qianhan circled the wide arc of his ring finger with his index finger and thumb, and the couple smiled slightly under his eyes: "Who is Luo Xing Patriarch, you and I know it all. He just said that he was resigned to life and death and refused to take action, so I will We could only use force to coerce him to save people. Then he complained endlessly, and in a fit of anger, I snatched most of the elixirs in his pharmacy and went to Luo Xingguan."

"Naughty!" Ye Beiming sighed, with a smile in his eyes.

His little girl is really naughty!
"He asked for it. I asked him to save people, but he didn't save people. After saving people, he complained endlessly." Mu Qianhan explained his behavior, and didn't feel that he had robbed other people's pills is wrong.

Ye Beiming shook his head with a smile, and said, "Yes, my little Han'er is right in everything she does, and others will always be wrong."

Hearing this, Mu Qianhan felt his teeth sour, and immediately said: "If people in the world know that Song's happiness and anger are invisible, and that the dignified and self-sufficient regent can say such words, they may lose their eyes. come out."

As he said that, Mu Qianhan recalled the group of girls in the Qionglou Pavilion who yelled that they would be the future Prince Regent's Mansion, and couldn't help but chuckled, and then a playful smile flashed across his eyes, and he said, "If you haven't met Me, which official daughter would you choose to marry?"

"How could we not meet each other?" Ye Beiming stared into her eyes, and whispered: "You and I are destined, even if thousands of rivers and mountains can't stop this fate, you and I will meet in the end."

She looked at him and asked earnestly, "Then what if we really can't meet him?"

She really wanted to know which woman Ye Beiming would have taken a fancy to if the two of them hadn't met.

"If I don't meet, I will only die alone." He caressed her face and forced her to look at him: "Are you willing to let me die alone?"

"Reluctance!" Mu Qianhan said softly, facing his soft eyes.

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