The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 136 - Tuantuan like a dog

As night fell, Mu Ziyan sat in front of the desk in the guest room of the palace, lost in thought. The corners of her mouth were sometimes raised and sometimes pursed into a straight line. Her dark almond eyes were sometimes full of smiles and sometimes slightly sad. In her heart, she quietly said sorry to Chu Yuhuan. She was afraid that she could not do what she promised him before coming here, and she did not want to leave.

There were occasional sounds of paws tapping the ground. Mu Ziyan smiled and turned to look out the window. Sure enough, she saw Tuantuan clinging to the window frame with his two front legs, sticking out his tongue and looking at her. He chuckled and said, "Tuantuan, you really don't look like a wolf like this."

“Ah…ah…” Tuantuan jumped in from the window.

Tuantuan wagged its tail coquettishly, causing Mu Ziyan to laugh out loud again. How could Amu raise it like a docile dog? It looked so silly and cute now. Tuantuan found that his mistress was only busy laughing and completely ignored him, so he bared his sharp fangs in displeasure.

"Do you want to bite me?" Mu Ziyan raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Ah...ah..." Tuantuan continued to bare his teeth, and he showed more teeth than before.

"Oh! Are you getting bolder?" Mu Ziyan poked Tuantuan's forehead with his index finger in a funny way, and then said with a little disdain: "You dare to show your teeth in front of me? Look at the meat crumbs on your teeth. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

"Woo...ah..." Tuan Tuan lay obediently on the ground, a little depressed, tilted his head and looked at Mu Ziyan quietly, occasionally raising his front paws to scratch his mouth and teeth.

Mu Ziyan chuckled, shook his head, walked back to the desk, picked up the pen and began to draw the circle on the ground.

In Feng Muyan's study in Yilan Palace, Feng Muyan reached out and gently stroked the painting on the desk, his brown phoenix eyes full of longing. If she could really appear in the orchid bushes like a fairy again, he would give her anything in exchange, but would she really come back?

"Master!" Qingying's voice came from outside the door.

Feng Muyan carefully rolled up the painting and placed it in the vase, then slowly walked to the couch and lay down, saying with a slightly tired tone, "Come in!"

Qingying pushed the door open and walked in, then turned around and looked around before carefully closing the door. He slowly walked to the side of Feng Muyan's couch and stood with his head bowed.

"Are those two people still behaving themselves?" Feng Muyan asked softly with his eyes closed.

"My Lord, Princess Chao Ning has never left her room, and she hasn't even had dinner. As for that Lord Mu..." Qingying paused for a moment, and continued after seeing that Feng Muyan didn't seem to be surprised, "Lord Mu went to the princess' room during dinner."

Feng Muyan suddenly opened his eyes, anger surging in his eyes, and his big hands with distinct joints were clenched by him until they turned pale. Damn it! Who gave her the courage to go in! He was so angry that he slapped Qingying back several steps.

"Master, please calm down. It is my fault!" Qingying knelt on one knee and clasped his fists, with blood already on the corners of his mouth.

"Explain clearly!" Feng Muyan said in a cold voice. He didn't believe that Qingying and the others would be so derelict in their duty as to not stop it.

"My lord, Lord Mu's martial arts are superior to ours. We can't beat him at all, and... cough cough..." Qingying coughed in pain, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Stand up and answer." Feng Muyan stood up and walked to the window and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, master!" Qingying stood up slowly and continued, "I discovered that some of Lord Mu's moves are very similar to the prince's! And he seems to be even better than the master." After Qingying finished speaking, the study fell into a dead silence; even the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Go down." Feng Muyan said calmly after a long while, and Qingying bowed her head and left. When Feng Muyan was the only one left in the room, he staggered back to the couch, lay down, and covered his chest with both hands, as if this was the only way to stop his abnormally active heart from beating out. A feeling that seemed like ecstasy almost overwhelmed him.

After a stick of incense, Feng Muyan finally woke up from his joy, took the painting out of the vase and rushed out of the room.

The door was pushed open with a bang. Mu Ziyan turned around and saw Feng Muyan, with messy hair and uneven breath, standing at the door. A playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered: "Ninth Prince, are you missing me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Muyan rushed to Mu Ziyan, grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall.