Chapter 668 Jealous
"You... you too?" he asked.

For a long while the person in the arms did not respond.

He looked down and saw that Han Yi's eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

He was a little puzzled, picked up the teacup on the table and sniffed it, only to find that Han Yi had been drinking wine, but the tea had a strong aroma, but the wine was only mellow, and it was covered by the smell, so he didn't notice it.

His heart tightened, he hugged Han Yi even harder, and murmured: "Sister Han, you must be very tired, that's why you use wine to drown your sorrows? Don't worry, I'm here with you."

He hugged Han Yi and sat quietly in the painting boat, listening to the sound of wind and water coming from around him.

At this moment, the boat was far away from the river, the noisy voices of people had disappeared, and no one would disturb them anymore.

There was a sound of water, and the wooden door of the painting boat was instantly opened, and a masked man stood outside the door.

Yang Mugu was startled, protected the sleeping Han Yi, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?!"

The man seemed to be in a bad mood, and said coldly: "King Qi's people."

Yang Mumu was taken aback, and was about to explain: "I..."

The man didn't give him a chance to explain, and took Han Yi from his arms almost instantly, and hugged him by the waist.

"Young Master Yang, please respect yourself."

Yang Mugu immediately shivered in shame, his face flushed, but he still said with a firm voice: "Since you belong to King Qi, then you can tell him something for me. When I become an official in the future, I will definitely join him in front of the Holy One." One copy, let him wait!"

"Why is this?"

"He is a hypocrite, marrying Han Yi but not cherishing it, I am ashamed!"

The man seemed a little surprised, "Do you know that if I say this to my face, I can kill you right now."

Yang Mugui said with a straight face: "Could it be that the well-known Northern God King Qi is such a narrow-minded person? I can't allow others to say anything wrong."

The man nodded lightly: "Interesting, since that's the case, I wish you success."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he looked back and said: "Since Mr. Yang is so affectionate, why don't you cherish your wife at home, but care about Princess Qi?"

Yang Mumu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The man jumped lightly and flew away.

Yang Mugu remained silent for a long while, then heaved a long sigh.

When Xiao Yihan walked into the palace with Han Yi in his arms, Zhang Lin happened to see it, and wisely chose not to.

Xiao Yihan went all the way into the bedroom, closed the door, and put Han Yi on the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed angrily.

He hadn't felt such emotion for a long time.

After meeting Han Yi, it was the first time that I felt that there are so many joys, sorrows and joys in life.

There is another sour feeling that is most unpleasant.

When he received Mo Qi's news, he arrived immediately, and when he saw Yang Mumi hugging Han Yi, he had a momentary impulse to kill the person holding Han Yi with a knife in his hand and kill him on the spot.

Fortunately, after so many years of rationality, he calmed down, so he didn't do anything.

But at the moment, I still feel resentful.

He looked at Han Yi with her eyes closed tightly, and wanted to reach out to touch her face, but he held back, but felt even more uncomfortable.

Finally, he pushed the door out and called Zhang Lin over.

Zhang Lin was in a teasing mood.

He saw his prince's sour expression, and something must have happened.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

Xiao Yihan said in a deep voice: "My hands are a little itchy, I want to find someone to compete with."

Zhang Lin was dumbfounded immediately: "Ah?!"

(End of this chapter)

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