The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 259 - Unsatisfied Desire

Their lips touched, and Mu Ziyan's eyes widened in surprise. His dark eyes reflected the pair of narrow brown phoenix eyes. Gradually, a smile appeared in those phoenix eyes. Mu Ziyan also smiled faintly and moved forward slightly, so that the tips of their noses touched each other.

"Gudong!" Feng Muyan's Adam's apple rolled and he put his arms around her smooth back.

"Sir, did your friend survive?" The doctor pushed the door open carrying a medicine box on his back.

Feng Muyan immediately pulled the quilt beside him and covered Mu Ziyan's back. He stared at the doctor coldly with his phoenix eyes and shouted, "Get lost!"

"Clang!" The medicine box fell to the ground. The doctor froze in place, staring with his mouth wide open at the two people hugging each other in the quilt. He was really old and his eyes seemed a little blurry. How could he see two men trying to do something indecent?

"Get out of here!"

Another curse came into his ears, and the doctor woke up instantly, knowing that this was not a dream. He bent over, picked up the medicine box and ran out like crazy. He had to go out and pray to the Buddha so that the Buddha could cleanse his soul. The two men just now were really disgusting, and the man who cursed obviously had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Snapped!"

The doctor slapped himself hard. What was he thinking at this time?

"Hehe... Hehe..." Lying on Feng Muyan's chest, Mu Ziyan almost laughed to the point of choking.

"You are such a heartless kid, you still have the heart to laugh."

"Amu, I find that every time you have bad thoughts, God will send a messenger to remind you." He rolled to the side and laughed while holding his stomach. Thinking of his expression as if he had eaten a fly just now, Mu Ziyan's white fists kept hitting the bed board.

Is it really that funny?

After a while, Mu Ziyan suppressed his smile, took the clothes beside the bed and put them on slowly, not caring whether Feng Muyan was watching or not. He was still thinking about the funny scene just now. The doctor must have treated them as gay.

Although Feng Muyan woke up, he was still a little weak. It took him a lot of energy to curse just now. If Mu Ziyan hadn't been taking care of him, he wouldn't even be able to lift his arms to put on his clothes.

"Amu, when your injury gets better, I will take you back to the palace to recuperate."

"Li'er, this injury will be fine after a few days of rest. There is no need to take me back to the palace. I still want to sneak into the Chu Nan military camp to investigate some situations." Feng Muyan shook his head slightly.

"I go with you."

"It's too dangerous, I can't..." Mu Ziyan's eyes successfully made Feng Muyan swallow the rest of his words, and finally he sighed and nodded.

In the early morning, Nanyue Kyoto had regained its rare tranquility. Mu Ziyan supported Feng Muyan as they took a walk in the garden at the backyard of the clinic. Although they were walking very slowly, Feng Muyan was still so tired that his breathing was uneven. Feeling distressed, Mu Ziyan helped him sit on the steps.

Looking around the courtyard, Feng Muyan's heart moved. When everything was peaceful in the future, he would definitely choose a quiet and secluded place to build a courtyard for Li'er with his own hands, away from worldly troubles, and indulge her for the rest of her life.

"Amu, look, there's a child over there."

Looking in the direction she pointed, a thin figure came into view.

At the entrance of the garden, a thin child wearing only a white undershirt was squatting on the ground with his back to them. He was holding a spade in his hand and gently loosening the soil for the flowers in the pots. His body seemed even weaker than the flowers in the pots.

"It should be the doctor's grandson." Feng Muyan said in a low voice.

The child seemed to hear someone talking about him. He turned around slowly, and after seeing the two people's faces clearly, his eyes suddenly widened, turned around and ran out. The pot of flowers that he had just taken good care of was now lying alone on the ground.