Yan Shang didn't understand why the maid came to find him.
Because usually, it was Yunshu who came to see him when there was something going on in the palace. He only gave Yunshu a badge, which allowed him to present the badge at the gate of the imperial city and be led to the official temple to see him. How could a maid come?
What happened at home?
Yunshu is sick?
But it shouldn't be an urgent matter, because the official who delivered the message just spoke casually... and didn't seem to be in a hurry.
Yan Shang had already found a bottle of medicine powder and sat down to apply the medicine on himself before meeting the person. He smiled and shook his head in response to the young official's teasing look: "Brother Wang, stop joking."
The young official said, "You are such a boring person."
But he was still not satisfied. While he was packing up the manuscripts on his desk and preparing to leave the Honglu Temple to go home, he still tried to test her: "Is she really not your lover? That maid looks very beautiful."
Yan Shang slowly opened his collar to look at the wound inside, and sighed casually: "There aren't many ugly maids anyway."
None of the maids Mu Wanyao sent to his house were ugly, all were young and beautiful. Nobles in this world like to use beauties as maids, and Yan Shang, who followed Mu Wanyao, was already used to it.
The official said, "That's not just beautiful. She's very charming and attractive."
Yan Shang ignored it.
The official continued to think about it: "Your maid was very fierce. I just passed by and glanced at her, and her eyes stabbed at me like knives. I was so scared that I didn't dare to ask her why she dared to be there. After I left, I thought about it again. She was just a maid. Why should I be afraid? Why did she run away at that time?"
Yan Shang was startled, and his eyelashes moved slightly. He had just opened the medicine bottle in his hand, but had not yet applied the medicine when he heard the official's words.
There was no fierce maid in his house. He happened to know one fierce girl.
My heart was beating a little faster. Even though it seemed impossible, the slight possibility still made me excited.
Yan Shang stared at the other person with his dark, jade-like eyes, and the young official was somewhat happy to see that Yan Shang was interested in what he said.
Yan Shang: "What does she look like?"
The young official recalled: "Those eyes were like cat's eyes, round and staring at people as if they wanted to eat people. But such beautiful 'eyes' are still very beautiful even when they stare at people..."
“Wow——”
The young official looked over in surprise and saw that Yan Erlang, who was very dignified, suddenly stood up and knocked over the books and scrolls on the desk next to him. The scrolls fell to the ground, but Yan Shang had no time to clean them up. The young official looked over and found that Yan Shang's face suddenly turned red.
Yan Shang looked confused and at a loss.
It was too late to give the medicine.
Yan Shang quickly fastened his belt, blushing, and said to the official who was looking at him strangely: "I, I, I'll go and take a look--"
After saying that, Yan Shang went out, leaving the young official very confused. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
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In the main hall of the Dianke Office of the Honglu Temple, Mu Wanyao stood in front of an antique shelf, looking up at the various rare treasures collected by the Honglu Temple. Most of them were gifts from envoys from various countries, and they were very interesting, with characteristics of various countries.
For example: glassware, a three-foot-tall agate lamp tree, ostrich egg cups, precious jade wine vase...
Many items were in the palace, and the ones kept in the Honglu Temple were those with flaws that were not easy to give away. But flaws were their special feature, at least Mu Wanyao was very moved by them.
Mu Wan shook her head and looked at the shelf of antiques seriously. She was already thinking about asking someone to find the Minister of the Ministry of Rites tomorrow and ask him to give her some of the treasures she had chosen today...
Mu Wanyao was admiring these treasures with great interest while she was waiting for someone bored in the main hall. In the eyes of the officials coming in and out, Mu Wanyao was also a unique sight.
As Mu Wanyao expected, those who were still in the Honglu Temple at this hour were all low-ranking officials. They didn't know Princess Danyang, so they really thought it was the maid from Yan Erlang's family. But they felt that this maid was so arrogant, standing in their main hall admiring the things on the antique shelf... This arrogant demeanor was too unlike a maid.
Yet beautiful.
Men are always more compassionate to beautiful ladies and are reluctant to criticize them.
So Mu Wan waited here for half an hour without a care in the world, and no official came to drive her out to wait. But there were those who loved the beautiful young lady, and there were naturally those who were coarse-hearted.
Mu Wanyao was standing there quietly when an official came in from outside with a stack of books. Without saying a word, he saw Mu Wanyao and stuffed the whole armful of books into her arms.
Mu Wan shook in astonishment: "..."
Suddenly something was stuffed into her arms, and she hadn't even started to read it yet. Because her arms were too small, the book fell out.
Mu Wanyao's eyes widened as she saw the man who stuffed the book into her hand walk past her without even reading it and leave, with instructions already given: "This is the document that will be used tomorrow. Send it to Han Zhangke in the Master of Ceremonies Office and ask him to find 15 people to translate the document and memorize it overnight..."
What what?
What is Han Zhangke? What is the MC?
The official who threw the book into her arms was about to leave, and Mu Wan shouted, "Stop!"
The official's back stiffened at the shouting. He turned around and was about to scold the maid for daring to yell at him, when he saw the young lady who yelled at him walking towards him with a sullen face.
"Bang--"
Mu Wanyao stuffed the book that the man had thrown into his arms back unopened. Under the other person's blank gaze, Mu Wanyao said coldly: "Do your own thing. Am I from your Honglu Temple? Why do you assign the work to me? Whose responsibility is it if something goes wrong? Don't shirk your own responsibilities! You are in a hurry to return home, am I not in a hurry too?"
The official stared at the maid who was wearing a men's robe with a cuff, and thought to himself, "Why are you in such a hurry, you maid?"
The maid even scolded him: "Is this how you work when the court pays you a salary? What's the point of bothering others? Just take the book and go find someone yourself! The Master of Ceremonies is only a few steps away from the Palace of Receptionists, but you don't even bother to go there. You have such a great power!"
When Mu Wan was reprimanding people, other officials coming in and out saw it. They stopped and whispered, paying attention to this matter.
The official being scolded was surrounded by people and scolded by a little girl. His face flushed, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to lose face and scold, but he was suppressed by the momentum of a maid. He wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by the maid's crackling words.
Officer: “I…”
Mu Wanyao: "What do you mean by 'you'? You are right? Do you know me? Why did you give me the document? What if I am a spy from the enemy country? Do you trust me so much? How do you usually do your job? Why are you so angry? Are you not convinced? You are a lowly official of the ninth rank, why are you not convinced?"
The official shouted in his heart: I am a lowly official of the ninth rank, and I cannot accept being treated as such by a little maid who does not even have a rank!
But he was scolded by Mu Wanyao until his face turned red, and his colleagues were watching him. Some of them couldn't help but burst out laughing, which made him even more embarrassed. The official had no choice but to say, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have assigned the work to you. I should have done it myself. But whose maid are you? How dare you do that?"
Mu Wan shook: "..."
Only then did I remember my own personality.
She coughed, feeling a little guilty. Not wanting to cause trouble for Yan Shang, she said coldly, "Why are you asking me whose maid I am? Do you want to complain to my husband? How can you be so irresponsible that you want to complain about such a small matter?"
The officials were at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He looked at her and smiled again: "No, no. You are a sharp-tongued young lady, how dare I complain to your husband. I want your husband to give you to me, such an eloquent little maid, I need to listen to your teachings every day, so as not to go astray..."
He looked at her.
Mu Wanyao's heart skipped a beat. She knew too well the look in a man's eyes when he was interested in her. This half-smiley look clearly showed that he was interested in her...
Mu Wan shook his face slightly stiffly.
At this moment, Yan Shang finally ran to the main hall door panting, and saw clearly the scene of Mu Wan shaking the official and the official smiling and replying. When Yan Shang saw the maid's back and heard the maid's voice, he was surprised, happy, and horrified.
Yan Shang: “…Shake!”
Mu Wan was in a stalemate after shaking her head in a proud manner, when she heard a familiar gentle male voice behind her. She turned around and saw Yan Shang standing at the door. She breathed a sigh of relief and showed a well-behaved but guilty smile.
Yan Shang looked at her.
It’s hard to describe how I feel.
He calmed himself down and planned to solve the mess that Mu Wanyao had caused him first. He walked into the main hall, and the official who was scolded by Mu Wanyao looked at him in surprise. However, when he saw that the little maid's master was Yan Shang, the official couldn't help but smile.
I think the maid has a bad temper and the master has a good temper, which is an interesting configuration; I also think that since Yan Shang has such a good temper, it would be easy for him to have a maid.
Yan Shang came over and looked at Mu Wanyao with a sullen face: "...Why did you come here?"
Mu Wan lowered her head and said obediently: "I miss you."
She tilted her head coquettishly and glanced at him with a glimpse of light like flowing waves, and Yan Shang's face became a little hot. He was stiff, a little uncomfortable with so many people watching him. How dare she tease him with her eyes so secretly in public, but what could he do?
Yan Shang had no choice but to stand up with a red face, pulled her behind him, and scolded her softly: "Stop being naughty."
Yan Shang bowed to the official and said shyly, "My maid was naughty just now. Brother, please don't bother with her. I will punish her later."
The official laughed.
She said, "No, no. Your little maid is very interesting. She and I hit it off right away. Can you give it to me?"
Yan Shang suddenly turned around to look at Mu Wanyao behind him. Mu Wanyao was also startled and waved her hands quickly: "We didn't hit it off at first sight! I didn't!"
Yan Shang glared at her, then turned back to the official and explained with a smile, "I've spoiled her so much that she dares to say anything. I'm afraid that my brother has misunderstood me, so I apologize on her behalf. But I love her very much, so I can't give her a gift."
When he said "like", his tone paused, and then he felt Mu Wanyao's finger poking his lower back gently.
The poke made his waist bones soften.
But there were so many officials in the main hall watching the fun, Yan Shang didn't dare to show anything wrong, he didn't even dare to hold her hand to tell her not to move. Because Mu Wanyao was secretly poking him from behind, no one else could see...but if he dared to pull her, everyone would see it.
She is so... bad.
Seeing that Yan Shang was unwilling to give her away, the official felt sorry and asked, "Can't I buy her indenture with money? I can pay any multiple of it."
Yan Shang gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, please forgive me."
The official sighed and had to accept it. He regretfully wanted to take another look at Mu Wanyao, but Yan Shang blocked her from view and he could not even see her.
After the officials left, the others had no more fun to watch, so they naturally left one by one.
Yan Shang then grabbed Mu Wan's shaking hand and took her away quickly. Under the setting sun, the two of them walked through the corridor under the window with mottled light and shadow, and their backs formed a long line.
Yan Shang held her hand tightly. Her soft and delicate little hand was held in his hand. Yan Shang felt the confusion and joy in his heart again.
His heart of stone could no longer bear being tormented by her over and over again.
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After returning to the office, Yan Shang closed the door when he saw that no one was in the room. Yan Shang looked back at Mu Wanyao and made himself look serious: "You are going too far!"
However, as soon as he turned around, Mu Wanyao slipped into his arms like a fish, leaning against him and hugging his neck. There was a door behind him, and he had no way to retreat, so he pushed her, and Mu Wanyao raised her face with a smile.
Although he tried to look serious, he was never angry. Even if he tried to look angry, he lacked the energy. Seeing him like this, Mu Wanyao thought he was cute and was not afraid of him at all. She raised her head and kissed him on the chin, smiling: "I missed you."
After she said this in a delicate voice, she raised her eyebrows with interest, and it was visible to the naked eye that her second brother Yan blushed quickly.
He couldn't get angry at all.
Yan Shang also found that he was too shy and was taken advantage of by Mu Wanyao. When he looked at her, she hugged him affectionately and kept calling him "Second Brother Yan". She kept calling him "brother" on the left and "brother" on the right, and Yan Shang's soul was almost melted by her calls.
He was not very angry to begin with, and now he was even more angry than before. His heart was pounding. He said helplessly, "Don't do this. I can't stand this."
Mu Wan raised her head, her eyes sparkling, and said coquettishly: "I came to see you, are you happy?"
Yan Shang looked at her: "So you came to see me. I didn't even notice you flirting with the man next to you."
Mu Wan shook her head in embarrassment, her face flushed: "That was an accident... He still liked me even after I scolded him. I am so charming, what can I do?"
Yan Shang paused for a moment and whispered, "Are you insinuating me?"
Muwan shook her head.
Seeing Yan Shang lowering his eyes, his thick and long eyelashes covered his eyes like a curtain, rustling. He whispered: "I am often scolded by you."
After a pause, he said with a little complaint: "I like you, too."
Her cheeks turned red as she walked in the evening.
She whispered: "How can it be the same?"
Yan Shang: "What's the difference?"
Mu Wan shook: "I like you."
Yan Shang raised his eyes to look at her. When they looked at each other, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and was no longer angry that she flirted with him in the main hall. He said, "Don't do this again in the future" and didn't intend to care about it anymore. He was hugged by her neck and stood in front of the wooden door, with a smile between his eyebrows.
His gentle look made Mu Wanyao's heart beat faster even though she wanted to tease him.
She whispered, "Does your head still hurt? Are you sober?"
The words are still embarrassing.
He probably was the first person to get drunk from a kiss.
Yan Shang said: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am fine now."
He paused and said, "Your Highness, can you please stop drinking in the future?"
Mu Wan glanced at him and jokingly said, "Why, are you afraid that you will fall on my bed and pass out next time?"
Yan Shang said, "Drinking is not good."
Mu Wan shook his head and chuckled.
Yan Shang: "Between me and wine, which one do you choose, Your Highness?"
Mu Wan squinted her eyes at him and said, "What do you think?"
Yan Shang: "You're choosing wine, right? You wouldn't choose me at all."
He said, "I am not as important as wine in your heart. How can I dare to ask for anything else?"
Mu Wanyao was impatient: "Stop complaining. People are here to see you, why are you complaining with a stern face? Can't you be a little happier? Act surprised? Just let me kiss and hug you."
Yan Shang wanted to say, "Am I just someone who can be summoned and dismissed at will?" But he paused and took his words back.
At the same time, he felt a chill in his heart.
He was a man who never offended anyone with his words, but he almost couldn't help complaining just now... When did he lose his temper like this? He shouldn't be the kind of person who blurts out his true feelings like that.
Yan Shang was in a state of confusion, wondering what had changed about himself, whether it was good or bad. He frowned, his expression was indifferent, and Mu Wanyao didn't hear him speak for a long time, thinking he was angry. She quietly raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that he frowned as if he was thinking about something.
Mu Wan stretched out his elbow and nudged him.
The collision hit him right in the chest.
Yan Shang hissed immediately, his body half stiffened, and he leaned back against the door.
Mu Wan shook her head nervously: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Yan Shang held her hand and smiled at her: "It's okay, just a minor injury."
Mu Wanyao naturally didn't believe it. In his words, everything was a small matter. She insisted on taking a look, and he couldn't stop her.
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Leaning against the door like this, Mu Wanyao refused to give way, so Yan Shang had no choice but to sit down against the door, letting Mu Wanyao pull open his collar little by little.
He turned his head away in embarrassment, still not used to undressing in front of others. Especially since this was not in his own house, but in the government temple... He was so nervous that he was sweating, and his neck turned red, while Mu Wanyao was sitting on his legs, lowering her head to open his collar.
Mu Wanyao was just teasing him, but when she saw a red mark running down his chest, she got angry.
Mu Wan shook his head and said sternly, "Who did it?"
She immediately jumped up as if she was going to go out to settle the score. Yan Shang quickly followed her and hugged her from behind, telling her not to leave.
His clothes were disheveled, and he hugged her tightly from behind, his breath caressing her face as he kept soothing her: "It's okay, it's okay! It's not intentional! I was just accidentally hit by a whip while shooting arrows this afternoon. That person didn't mean it, and he even gave me some medicine for my wound."
Mu Wanyao was furious: "If you want to shoot arrows, then shoot arrows. Why use a whip? No, I will also use a whip to hit back!"
Yan Shang: "Don't be like this, don't be like this. I'm really fine... How can I live if Your Highness fights back? It's just a minor injury, there's no need to make a big deal out of it."
Mu Wanyao ignored him and tried to get out of Yan Shang's embrace. With her face tilted to the side and her brows cold, it was clear that she wanted to fight back.
The two of them struggled fiercely, and Yan Shang really couldn't suppress her anger. He was touched, but he couldn't do anything. He could only scream, pretending that her arm hit his wound, and fell back two steps. Sure enough, Mu Wan turned her head to look at him, and seeing him like this, she nervously said: "Did I touch your wound? Let me help you apply medicine."
Yan Shang took the opportunity to grab her wrist and begged, "Your Highness, please don't hit anyone."
There was silence for a long while in the evening.
She looked up at him and said softly, "You are always like this. You would rather suffer a little loss than offend anyone."
Yan Shang was quiet for a moment and smiled: "Isn't this good?"
Mu Wanyao thought for a moment and said, "It's not a bad thing. I'm not afraid of you causing me trouble."
But she thought about it again and said softly: "But I feel sorry for you. You always swallow all the grievances by yourself, and don't blame anyone... How tiring your life is. Is there no one in this world who lets you let down your guard, take a break, and stop forcing yourself to follow all the etiquette?"
Yan Shang raised his eyes and looked at her steadily.
Mu Wanyao said softly, "I hope you won't be so tired, and I hope you can really relax. I have such a bad temper, why do you have to endure it in front of me? Can't you do whatever you want? Anyway, I have the same temper, and sometimes... you can really lose your temper with me."
He stared at her in a daze, and when she looked up, she kissed him on the lips and said softly, "Yanshang, let yourself go."
She turned to get the medicine, but Yan Shang grabbed her wrist.
Muwan shook her head.
Yan Shang lowered his eyes and said seriously, "Were you flirting with me just now, or were you serious?"
Mu Wanyao winked mischievously and said in a tender voice, "Guess."
He let go of her wrist and watched her turn around to get the medicine. But he couldn't guess what was going on in her mind. Yan Shang smiled bitterly and sat down, watching her slender back busy at the desk. Slowly, he covered his face with his sleeves.
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Mu Wanyao sat in Yan Shang's arms again and lowered her head to apply medicine to him carefully.
Both of them were silent.
Yan Shang lowered his head and looked at her with complicated eyes, still thinking about what she had said just now, telling him to be more indulgent. Mu Wanyao was afraid that she would hurt him, so she was extra careful. The golden light of the setting sun shone in from the small window above their heads, spreading on the three inches of ground in front of them.
There was a hazy golden light.
After applying the medicine, Mu Wanyao finally felt relieved, and silently reminded herself to pay attention to Yan Shang's injuries in the next few days. She had a bad memory, but she couldn't forget this.
After finishing these, Mu Wanyao put down the medicine bottle and was in the mood to pay attention to other things. She looked down at him and was suddenly surprised: "You have abdominal muscles?"
The words were still stiff.
After Mu Wanyao finished speaking, she took action and said, "I want to touch it."
Yan Shang grabbed her wrist and told her not to mess around, but Mu Wan shook her head and said no. She made a mess on his abdomen, making Yan Shang's breath disordered, and he leaned against the door with his neck tilted up. His face was flushed, and he was sweating. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't do this... You make me feel like I'm using my beauty to please others."
Mu Wan shook his head and snorted, "Pedant."
After a long time, Yan Shang seemed to be fished out of the water. Yan Shang panted and complained: "Do you like strong bodies? Do you like strong and majestic men..."
Mu Wanyao tried to hold back her laughter and coaxed him, "I like Second Brother Yan the way he looks. I like Second Brother Yan like him, with a little muscle... If he has too much, I'm afraid I'll get beaten."
Yan Shang glared at her: "Nonsense again."
Mu Wanyao said seriously: "No, it all depends on you. But if you want to learn martial arts, you can find Yang Sanlang. He is good at martial arts, and with your ability, I'm sure he will be happy to teach you how to get a good body."
Yan Shang suddenly became quiet.
I am still unaware of the swaying in the evening.
Hearing Yan Shang whisper: "...Are you really that close to Yang Sanlang?"
Mu Wanyao said casually: "We grew up together."
Yan Shang stopped talking.
He was a little annoyed and wanted to ask her for a promise, but he felt that his annoyance was too ridiculous. Her hands were still on his waist and abdomen, moving around, not caring how uncomfortable he was. The annoyance in his heart made Yan Shang feel a little uncomfortable. He grabbed her hand and tried to stop her behavior firmly: "Don't do it."
He whispered, "After all, this is my office. I don't want this."
Mu Wan looked up and found that he seemed a little depressed. She was surprised, wondering why he was so unhappy now when he was fine just now.
She held his face with her hands and observed his expression, but he turned his face away and refused to be looked at by her. Mu Wanyao was anxious. Thinking that she had made him really uncomfortable, she felt guilty for a long time and said to make amends: "You can touch me too."
Yan Shang was stunned for a moment.
Mu Wanyao kept staring at him, and saw that he was looking down at her. His face was a little red, and he didn't dare to look her in the eye. He even stuttered a little: "Where can I, can I touch?"
Mu Wan raised her eyebrows, thinking, "You're not depressed anymore?" She was not shy to begin with, but now she felt shy because of his gaze.
She bit her lip and said generously, "Whatever. You can touch wherever you want."
She straightened her chest, but felt that this seemed a bit too frivolous. She looked at Yan Shang carefully, but saw that Yan Shang lowered his eyes and did not notice her little movement at all. He lowered his head, struggled for a long time, and looked up at her.
He whispered, "I want to touch your waist."
His eyes flickered.
Then he whispered even more quietly: "I have never touched it."
Mu Wan shook his head: "...It's just a waist, why are you blushing?"
She bit her lip and sighed, "You are so stupid... I am here, and you just want to touch my waist?"
Yan Shang was puzzled: "...Then where else can I touch?"
Seeing that he didn't understand, Mu Wanyao could only lean over, put her head close to his ear, and whispered a few words into his ear. He just blushed, but now his whole body was red.
He was stiff and stammered: "How, how can this be done!"
Mu Wan shook and looked up at the sky: "I always thought it was quite monotonous. I wanted to put a peony on my chest. But I haven't found a good painter yet."
Yan Shang lowered his head.
After a while, he said: "...You are really brave."
He didn't even think about it.
Mu Wan glanced at him and chuckled, "What do you know if you have such a poor imagination? I just want to draw a flower. Can you do it? I can tell from the look on your face that you can't."
Yan Shang said after a while: "...I will practice."
Mu Wan shook: "What are you practicing?"
Yan Shang glanced at her, smiled, and said shyly: "Practice painting."
Mu Wanyao smiled and threw herself into his arms, and his hand gently held her waist. His palm was on her waist, and Mu Wanyao was stiff for a moment before relaxing. Because she found that it was really the first time that Yan Shang touched her waist. He always hugged her back before, and was polite and didn't touch other parts.
But gradually, he is also a human being and he also has desires.
Mu Wanyao buried herself in his arms, with him holding her waist.
I heard him whisper in my ear: “Your waist is so narrow.
"Thin, small, and soft."
When the man she liked praised her waist, Mu Wanyao felt shy, but she scolded and hit him: "Is that all you can say? You have no culture!"
Mu Wanyao hummed softly in his ear, and when she heard it, she realized that Yan Shang had stiffened suddenly and hugged her tightly. Mu Wanyao cried out again, this time because he was holding her in pain.
He came back to his senses and quickly loosened his arms, no longer holding her so tightly. But his hands were still on her waist, unwilling to move away.
Yan Shang: "I'm sorry... I couldn't control myself."
Mu Wanyao said nothing, just smiled in his arms.
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Yan Shang told Mu Wanyao that he was going to Beili at night.
Mu Wanyao: "Why, playing with women? I've let you play with me for so long, and I still can't satisfy you?"
Yan Shang gently rubbed her forehead and smiled: "Your Highness is joking again."
He said, “I’m looking for someone.”
After a pause, he seemed to be hesitating whether he should tell Mu Wanyao what he was going to do. Mu Wanyao glanced at him and said that she didn't care and he didn't need to tell her. However, Mu Wanyao stayed with him for such a while and was obviously reluctant to leave him.
She struggled for a while and said, "I'll take you to Beili. I'll leave after you go in."
Yan Shang was a little reluctant to let her go, but he had to do what he had to do, so he nodded.
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There is a curfew in the Wei Dynasty.
But only the West Market and the East Market were closed, and the area itself was still bustling.
What’s more, Beili is a famous vocal venue in Chang’an.
Mu Wanyao and Yan Shang took a car to get here. It was different from the last time they came here together. It was a rainy night and there were fewer people. Tonight, the place was brightly lit and there were many vendors in the streets and alleys.
Mu Wan Yao and Yan Shang were still walking among the crowd.
A tall man wearing a mask passed by them.
Just a moment's distance, just a shoulder's distance.
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Wearing a mask, Meng Zaishi turned his head to the side, looking at the little princess and her new love with a half-smile.
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