Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"You don't even go to see Mrs. Zuo on New Year's Eve, are you afraid?" Lu Minglan rolled over and hugged the man's fierce waist, whispering. "In previous years, at the Palace Dinner, you and Mrs. Zuo could have a reunion dinner in harmony. You didn't even go this year. Outsiders know that you must be cool."

"It's okay. Both the prince and the princess went to accompany her for the holiday." Mu Yuante ran down Lu Minglan's long hair. He really liked women's hair, it was long, smooth, dense and black. Still revealing the sweet fragrance of sweethearts, "Finally, didn't you ever see her in Laba's time?"

"That's too ridiculous. In the end, it's New Year's Eve. She is your hair wife again, and is Beidi's most honorable woman," Lu Minglan couldn't have imagined. Such words would come out of her mouth one day. She was cold and selfish. But today, she will put herself in Mu Yuant's mind, patience and persuade. "If you really do n’t want to go today, then you will go there early in the morning. It may be good to have a reunion dinner with Mrs. Zuo and the Prince and Princess."

Mu Yuante loves her too much, which has dissatisfied many courtiers, not to mention that the princes have now entered Korea as adults. If it is because of her that Mu Yuante and his son are in a quarrel, Lu Minglan naturally does not want to see it. Mu Yuante is her favorite of her life and the father of her baby in her belly. She naturally hopes that Mu Yuante it is good.

"Laner, I want you to be Beidi's most honorable woman," Mu Yuante reached out and squeezed Lu Minglan's cheek gently, looking at her with a pair of black eyes, "I always thought."

The eyes of the two met, and Lu Minglan was so obsessed by Mu Yuante that she felt pained when she saw it directly. She gently pressed Mu Yuante's heart and said gently, "If you have me here, Enough, nothing else matters. "

"Not enough," Mu Yuant hugged her into her arms, rubbing her hair gently with her chin, "I want you to be my only wife, and to let the world know that you are hand in hand with me Woman, I want our children to be princes as soon as they are born, and to inherit Datong in the future. One hundred years later, I want you to lie in my coffin. "

Lu Minglan's eyes were sour and hot. She looked up and stared at Mu Yuante with an angry expression: "What? If you were a little princess, wouldn't you be in pain or love?"

"It's a prince, it must be a prince!" Mu Yuante was determined.

Lu Minglan looked at his solemn appearance, and could not help but smile: "How can you be so sure that you must be the prince?"

"I know what I plant," Mu Yuante said with a low smile, and stretched his hands down, and placed it on the slightly raised abdomen of Lu Mingwei. "It must be the prince, it must be."

Lu Minglan was a little itchy by him, turning over and avoiding the touch of the man, but bet on the side: "I feel like a princess. I naturally count on this kind of body."

"No princess," Mu Yuante said softly, and sighed. "The life of her daughter's house is too rough and it is so distressing."

"How? As a daughter of Mu Yuante, can life be bumpy?" Lu Minglan joked, holding Mu Yuante's face.

"Naturally, it's just ..." Mu Yuante smiled a little sweetly and helplessly into her eyes, "but I'm afraid I won't let her marry in the future."

"If you marry a man like you, what can't bear it?" Lu Minglan rubbed his eyebrows and murmured.