Chapter 54 Adorable Baby's Face Touch (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

Mu Yu's request softened the atmosphere in the entire Lan Yue Pavilion.

The noise and joy settled into a warm feeling that brought tears to my eyes.

Mu Fang's heart, that of a tough, iron-willed man, softened into a puddle of water.

He was the first to kneel down on one knee, bringing his weathered face close to his daughter's.

"Of course, my little darling."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

"Father is right here."

Mu Yu stretched out her two chubby little hands and gently placed them on Mu Fang's face.

Her fingertips traced the faint scar on his forehead, a mark of glory left from defending against the barbarians.

She touched his straight nose and his tightly pursed lips.

Finally, her small hand stopped on the newly sprouted stubble on his chin.

"Father's face..."

Her sweet, childlike voice carried a hint of novelty.

"...like the sugarcane I've gnawed on, fuzzy and a bit prickly."

"Pfft."

Uncontrollable laughter came from the side.

It is Yan Ziche.

Mu Fang blushed and glared at Yan Ziche, but looking at his daughter's innocent face, his embarrassment turned into endless doting.

"It's because Daddy didn't shave it clean. He'll shave it tomorrow."

Next, it was Chu Chongjin's turn, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

He moved his wheelchair forward slightly and lowered his head a little.

Mu Yu's small hand touched the face of the reborn Ninth Prince.

"Ninth Brother..."

Her fingers lightly traced his smooth forehead and delicate brow bone.

"Your face is so smooth, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg."

Chu Chongjin's lips curled up slightly involuntarily.

In both his past and present lives, no one has ever described him as a "hard-boiled egg."

“But,” Mu Yu’s finger stopped at his brow, “your eyebrows grow so thickly.”

"Like two small swords, sharp and pointed, as if they were about to fly out and fight at any moment."

Chu Chongjin was taken aback upon hearing this.

He subconsciously reached up and touched his eyebrows.

Because of his constant contemplation, his brows were always slightly furrowed, and his eyebrows were indeed more sharp than those of ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, this little girl saw right through me.

He held Mu Yu's small hand, which was still resting on his face, his voice carrying a tenderness he himself was unaware of.

"Yes, they are used to protect the little fish."

Yan Ziche is the third.

He stepped forward, his face beaming with an expression that seemed to say, "Come and feel the weight of this prodigy's wisdom."

Mu Yu touched his face without any hesitation.

"Brother Ziche, your head is so big!"

She exclaimed in surprise.

"Is it because there are too many books inside, and it's almost overflowing, that's why it's bulging?"

Everyone in the room burst into laughter at her amazing analogy.

Yan Ziche's face immediately darkened.

What does it mean when it swells up?

This is called a full forehead and a square jaw! Do you understand?

He was about to say a few words in defense of his "wisdom".

Mu Yu had already turned to the last person.

Xiao Beichen.

The young general, who was over 1.8 meters tall, stood there straight like a soldier waiting to be inspected.

When Mu Yu turned to him, his breath caught in his throat.

He saw that everyone was kneeling or bowing.

He quickly knelt down on one knee on the soft carpet in front of Mu Yu with a "thump".

He was so nervous he didn't know what to do with his hands.

Mu Yu reached out her little hand, groping around.

Those soft, milky-scented little hands gently and slowly landed on Xiao Beichen's cheeks.

Xiao Beichen felt as if his face had been set on fire the moment it was touched.

He froze completely, not daring to move an inch.

He could clearly feel the temperature on his face rising.

Mu Yu's small hand lingered on his face for a long time.

Her little brows furrowed again.

"Brother Beichen..."

Her voice was filled with worry.

"Your face...it's so hot."

Do you have a fever?

She tilted her head, trying hard to recall what Xie Zhiwei had taught her.

"It feels...like...like the Xinjiang red tomatoes I saw in the kitchen last time, freshly taken out of the steamer!"

"Pfft—Hahahahahaha!"

This time, even the usually composed Mu Fang couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yan Ziche laughed so hard he pounded the table, tears streaming down his face.

tomato!

Hahaha! That description is absolutely brilliant!

In the entire capital, perhaps only Mu Yu would dare to say that the young general of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion has a face that looks like a tomato!

Xiao Beichen's face, which was just tomato red a moment ago...

Now, it's a ripe, almost bursting red tomato.

He felt his ears, neck, and even the skin all over his body burning.

"I...I didn't..."

He wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, his tongue was tied in knots, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, he suddenly stood up, said "I...I'm going to check on the horses," and rushed out of Lanyue Pavilion without looking back.

That figure looked so panicked, as if a tiger was chasing it.

The room was filled with cheerful laughter.

Mu Yu was also caught up in everyone's emotions and started laughing along.

Although she didn't know what they were laughing about, she could "see" it.

The entire room was filled with a cheerful, bright glow of "good luck".

Father's is a dignified gold, Ninth Brother's is a noble purple-gold, and Brother Ziche's is a wise silver-white...

And Brother Beichen, who just ran out...

He was practically a walking, bright red lantern.

That's so much fun.

Enveloped in these warm and colorful lights, Mu Yu felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Today she was playing chess, acting as a detector, and directing the big cat to dig for treasure; she was exhausted.

She gave a delicate little yawn, snuggled closer to Mu Fang, and found a comfortable position.

"Father, I'm sleepy."

"Okay, Daddy will hold my little baby while we sleep."

Mu Fang gently patted her back and hummed the lullaby she loved to hear when she was a child.

Mu Yu quickly drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she felt like she had become a tiny koi fish.

She swam happily in a warm and cozy pond.

The pond was high in water, clear and filled with a golden, warm, and auspicious glow.

She felt full of power.

However, just when she was having the most fun swimming...

This tranquil, golden pond suddenly began to tremble violently without warning.

Huge waves surged on the water's surface.

The once warm and clear pool water has been polluted by a cold, black energy.

She saw endless, gray-black threads surging in from the distant horizon.

It was a torrent formed by the convergence of countless people's "bad luck" and "deathly energy".

This torrent violently crashed against her pond of fortune, trying to devour it.

Mu Yu shivered from the cold energy.

Her consciousness was overwhelmed by a tremendous sadness and pain.

She was no longer in her own sea of ​​consciousness.

She seemed to be standing on a boundless ocean.

Beneath our feet was a murky, foamy flood.

Amidst the floodwaters were countless broken roof beams, struggling figures, and floating corpses.

The sounds of laughter and joy from the Princess's mansion were no longer in my ears.

Instead, it was a kind of... thousands upon thousands of heart-wrenching cries she had never heard before.

This cry was a thousand times more painful than the cry of the "knotted water vein" heard in the palace before.

This is not a "water vein" crying.

This is the swan song of countless lives heading towards death.

In her "vision," the southern horizon was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable black fog, a symbol of calamity and death.

Within that black mist, it seemed as if countless eyes were silently gazing at her.

"No……"

Mu Yu suddenly woke up from her dream with a short scream.

She was ice cold all over, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her small body was trembling uncontrollably.

Mu Fang was immediately awakened and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Little Yu'er, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Mu Yu gasped for breath, her empty amber eyes filled with unprecedented terror.

She clutched Mu Fang's clothes, her voice filled with fear.

"Father..."

"Something terrible has happened in the south!"