Chapter 892

But in front of Li Shiyuan, Mu Cen didn't know how to open his mouth. He could clearly see the man's thoughts. Now, Mu Cen didn't seem to understand what the man was going to do.

"Well?" Li Shiyuan picks an eyebrow and looks at Mu Cen. His hand holding Mu Cen's chin hasn't let go.

Mu Cen was quiet for a long time, then he forced his restless mood and said seriously: "this night."

"Just one night?" Li Shiyuan raised his eyebrows.

Mu Cen gave a yes.

When she thought Li Shiyuan would agree, the man suddenly said, "what if I don't agree?"

Mu Cen

She also knows that if Li Shiyuan says he doesn't agree, he really doesn't agree, and AO Feng is still waiting for his reply. If Li Shiyuan doesn't agree, how disappointed Ao Feng is. Mu Cen doesn't know, but Ao Feng's stubbornness is also very clear.

Some things, if the proud wind remember, it is really a lifetime to remember.

Mu Cen sighed silently.

She looked up at Li Shiyuan: "this is the only day."

He took the initiative to hold Li Shiyuan's wide sleeve hand, so he went up and entangled Li Shiyuan's hand. It was also a rare initiative for his slender fingers to pass through his knuckles.

Naturally, Li Shiyuan could not refuse such grievances.

In the end, Li Shiyuan hummed coldly: "you are stupid."

Mu Cen was stunned and didn't understand. Li Shiyuan didn't explain much. In the place where Mu Cen couldn't see, Li Shiyuan could clearly see the provocation of Ao Feng smiling at him, and the malicious face.

Because Ao Feng is also very clear, Mu Cen will not refuse any of his requests.

At the moment, Mu Cen chooses the former rather than the latter between Aofeng and Li Shiyuan, which naturally makes Aofeng proud.

Ao Feng has been the prince since childhood. How can he not know the rules of the palace? What's more, how many people are watching Ao Feng now? Ao Feng naturally won't let himself make any mistakes and avoid being held by others.

Therefore, this behavior is clearly intentional.

"What do you mean?" Mu Cen asked Li Shiyuan.

Li Shiyuan looked down at Mu Cen: "the prince can stay."

Mu Cen's eyes flashed a little bright, and Li Shiyuan's next sentence made Mu Cen gape: "but I also want to stay."

"This --"

"Do you want the prince to stay, not me?" Li Shiyuan's dissatisfied rhetorical question.

Mu Cen

How dare you not let Li Shiyuan stay? After all, Li Shiyuan is the king of a country. She is just a concubine. It's beyond her authority to let Aofeng stay in Fengqing palace. If you refuse Li Shiyuan, it's not her right——

On the contrary, when Li Shiyuan saw Mu Cen hesitated, he snorted: "why, don't you want to?"

"No Mu Cen shook his head.

Li Shiyuan saw Mu Cen shake his head to deny, eyes fell on Mu Cen's body, but deliberately asked: "I and AO Feng compared, who is more important in your heart."

Mu Cen

How to answer this question?

Mu Cen finally can only passively look at Li Shiyuan, the eyes with helplessness: "you and AO Feng are very important."

"Aofeng is not born to you, so why do you contradict me for Aofeng?" Li Shiyuan raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"Because I like Ao Feng." Mu Cen's answer was calm.

Li Shiyuan hums. She doesn't know whether she believes or eyebrows. She holds Mu Cen's hand and releases it slightly. Mu CEN is free from Li Shiyuan's imprisonment. She passively looks at Li Shiyuan.

And Li Shiyuan asked directly: "I let Aofeng stay, what benefits do you want to give me in return?"

Mu Cen a Leng: "don't you also stay?"

This, let Li Shiyuan smile: "love imperial concubine, this is not enough."

Simple six words, but let Mu Cen suddenly realized, soon, her white skin instantly followed the red, a little bit of immersion in the surrounding skin, and then, she coughed.

I can't say whether it's anger or something else: "the proud wind is still there."

"Why not?" Li Shiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"It's not good..."

"I said yes, that's good."

……

Mu Cen helplessly looks at Li Shiyuan. In fact, the father and son have very similar tempers. When they are stubborn, no one will let anyone, and no one will change what they have decided. But immediately, Mu Cen wants to appease Ao Feng first, and doesn't want to disappoint Ao Feng.

And Mu Cen subconsciously thinks that under such circumstances, Li Shiyuan is at most saying that it is impossible to really make anything, after all, the proud wind is still there.

She just passively nodded: "good."

"Good what?" Li Shiyuan seems to be addicted to teasing, and the banter in his eyebrows becomes obvious,

Mu Cen ignores this person and looks at him angrily. Then he turns and walks towards Ao Feng. Ao Feng stares at Mu Cen, but his misty eyes have become bright, which means that Ao Feng already knows Li Shiyuan's answer.

Just when Mu Cen came, Ao Feng was still aggrieved: "Niang, did your father agree?"

Mu Cen made a sound and rubbed Ao Feng's soft hair: "the emperor agreed. Will my mother take you to bath and change clothes? "

The proud wind nods heavily.

That small hand is so tightly holding Mu Cen, for fear that Mu Cen will disappear from his own face in the next second, so it seems that he will not let go.

And Mu Cen didn't say anything, so let Ao Feng lead, the smile in the eyebrows and eyes, also for a long time.

……

At night.

Mu Cen took a bath for AO Feng himself, and then took Ao Feng back to his bedroom to have a rest. Ao Feng held Mu Cen tightly for fear that Mu Cen would leave. Mu Cen didn't mind. He let Ao Feng pester him, and bowed his head gently to read the ghost stories in Shanhaijing with Ao Feng.

Ao Feng listened carefully until he was sleepy. His eyelids couldn't hold any longer. He was still muttering to himself: "mother, you can't leave while I'm asleep."

"Well, I won't." Mu Cen smiles.

In Mu Cen's assurance, Ao Feng just closed his eyes, but he still held Mu Cen's hand.

And Mu Cen patted Ao Feng gently until Ao Feng was asleep.

But mu Cen's mind was on Li Shiyuan outside. Li Shiyuan didn't leave. Instead, he sent the memorial to Cheng Dezhu and read it in Fengqing palace.

The light has been out in the bedroom.

But outside the palace, the lights are still bright.

Mu Cen just quietly accompany Ao Feng, such an opportunity never had, can hold Ao Feng to sleep like this, so mu CEN is reluctant to let go.

She quietly looked at, originally in his arms Ao Feng, just a soft baby, but now Ao Feng has gradually grown up, she missed too many years.