Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 145 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (52)

Tang Cuo wanted to hit his shoulders hard, but Mu Hanqing's kiss made him powerless.

Murong Yuan stared at Mu Hanqing intently, the rage that erupted in his heart was like a beast tearing through the sky. He knocked down the subordinate who was suppressing him with one punch, then stepped forward.

He wanted to take Tang Cuo back from his arms, but Mu Hanqing turned around and dodged. He looked at Murong Yuan provocatively and grabbed the back of Tang Cuo's neck with his left hand.

By the time Tang Cuo breathed fresh air again, his whole body had collapsed on Mu Hanqing.

"Your Majesty Prince Li, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. You should have a good rest. You still have to sign an agreement with our Majesty tomorrow. I will not disturb you tonight." As he said this, Mu Hanqing turned his gaze to the surrounding imperial guards, his tone indifferent.

"Tonight, you will stand guard outside the inn. Remember to protect the safety of our Prince Li and stay by his side until he leaves Kyoto safely."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Hanqing picked up Tang Cuo by the waist and walked towards his own residence.

Along the way, Mu Hanqing didn't say anything, but just silently quickened his pace.

At the Rong'an Palace, Mu Hanqing brought Tang Cuo back to the side courtyard where he used to live, and then threw him on the bed.

Just as Tang Cuo was about to react, he heard a "click" sound beside his ears, and his hands and feet were locked by chains that had suddenly appeared.

Tang Cuo was handcuffed tightly to the bed on both sides. He pulled hard twice, but the chains on his hands and feet remained motionless. He swallowed and looked up at Mu Hanqing who was looking straight at him.

"Your Majesty..."

The shadow of Mu Hanqing loomed over him, and he slowly lowered his head, his fingers resting on his shirt, his eyes filled with primitive lust.

"Acuo, you are so naughty." His voice was low and hoarse, and his fingers kept sliding down, "Look at the color of this chain, it matches my Acuo so well."

Tangcuo's fingers trembled slightly, and he quickly held down his fingers that were moving around randomly, "Prince, you can't lock me up with chains..."

"I said, Acuo, if you dare to run away, I will break your legs and feet, and push you around every day so that you can't leave me even a step away." As he spoke, Mu Hanqing stroked his white calves, his eyes becoming more and more crazy.

Hearing his words, Tangcuo felt bad all over. He swallowed and struggled to sit up.

Mu Hanqing raised his hand to unbuckle his belt, lifted up his clothes, and exposed a large area of ​​skin on his chest.

"Acuo, answer me a question. You and Murong Yuan have been together for such a long time. Has he ever touched you?"

Feeling the cold hands moving over his body, Tang Cuo hurriedly shook his head, "No...no, nothing...happened between me and...A Yuan."

"A Yuan? Acuo called me so affectionately that it made me feel a little jealous." As he said that, Mu Hanqing raised his hand to untie his belt and casually threw his robe aside.

Looking at his exposed chest muscles and the lust in his eyes, Tangcuo had only one thought in his mind: It's over, this is where I'm going to end it tonight...

Mu Hanqing raised his hand and placed the oil lamp on the head of Tang Cuo's bed, then pulled down the curtains on both sides and walked straight forward.

Tangcuo shook his head, "Your Majesty, calm down..."

"I'm calm." Mu Hanqing tied Tang Cuo's waving hands to the head of the bed with a belt, and then raised his waist a little higher.

The iron chains rubbed against each other and made a sound, and the crackling sound gradually turned into a soft whimper. Looking at Tang Cuo's rosy lips, Mu Hanqing kissed her directly.

It was a beautiful night until the early morning, when Mu Hanqing stopped, untied Tang Cuo's hands that were tied to the bed, and fell asleep in his arms. (Think about it yourself, but...)

In the inn, Yue Xu stood behind Murong Yuan, feeling the cold oppression erupting from him.

"Your Majesty, King Rong'an is so presumptuous, what should we do?"

"Yue Xu, how many people are guarding outside the inn?" Murong Yuan clenched his fingers tightly.

"Your Majesty, there are approximately three hundred guards outside the inn."

Murong Yuan stood up, drew out the long sword beside him, and was about to walk out the door, but was stopped by Yue Xu who was standing beside him, "Your Majesty, please wait a moment..."

"You stop me?" Murong Yuan's eyes were deep, his mind full of the scene of Tang Cuo being taken away by Mu Hanqing just now. The overwhelming anger seemed to have eroded his rationality.

“Your Majesty, I know you are eager to rescue His Highness Tangcuo, but there are too many people outside the door, so it is not advisable to force your way in. Besides, the Rong'an Palace must be heavily guarded at this time. If you break in directly, the chances of bringing His Highness Tangcuo out are very small…” Yue Xu half-knelt in front of him.

"You can only bring His Highness back safely if you protect yourself now, and you won't let him down by giving up himself to save you... Your Majesty!"

Hearing his voice, the furious Murong Yuan finally came to his senses. He took a deep breath and slowly loosened his clenched hands. "What time is the appointment with the Emperor of the Rong Dynasty?"

"Before noon tomorrow."

"Yes." Murong Yuan closed his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly, "Mu Hanqing, I will never let you go."

The next morning, when Tang Cuo woke up, Mu Hanqing was still sleeping beside him. This scene made him feel a little strange.

Tang Cuo moved his body carefully, and the pain in his waist and abdomen immediately spread throughout his body. He couldn't help but groan, and then immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Damn, this unrestrained bastard...

The red mark on his wrist had not faded yet, and the occasional stinging pain made Tang Cuo want to strangle him to death.

He quietly moved the chain on his wrist and looked at the strange shape on the keyhole. A black line flashed across Tang Cuo's head.

"It seems that I didn't work hard enough last night, so my Acuo still has the energy to escape early in the morning." He didn't know when, the man next to him had already opened his eyes and looked at him hungrily.

Tang Cuo grabbed the blanket beside him and wrapped it tightly around himself, "Prince...you are awake too?"

Mu Hanqing raised her hand and touched his waist, frowned, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

Don't you know whether it hurts or not? You are not the one below...

Seeing Tang Cuo's resentful expression, Mu Hanqing inexplicably found it cute. He gently turned his wrist and pressed the acupuncture points on Tang Cuo's waist, "It's my fault."

Tang Cuo looked at him and he seemed to be in a good mood. He hesitated a little, "Your Highness, I have come back with you. So, A Yuan... Murong Yuan, can you let him go back?"

Hearing him mention Murong Yuan's name again, Mu Hanqing subconsciously used a little more strength in his hand, causing Tang Cuo to scream in pain.

Oh my god, you are definitely taking revenge on someone else...

"Acuo can only say what I want to hear in bed. If Acuo mentions his name in front of me again, I will change the way and make it impossible for you to think of him again." As he said that, Mu Hanqing raised his hand and placed it on the chain on Tang Cuo's wrist.