Dark Beast Summoner

Chapter 13

Is this agreed?

Wow! The emperor is such a good person! Generous enough!

In the future, who would dare to say that the emperor's uncle is a traitor, she was the first to screw off the other's head!

But... does he like to hold her hand so much?

Mu Wushuang looked down at her little fat hand that he was holding. This hand was fat and thick, and there were blood stains in the nails. How could he not show an expression of disgust?

It is rumored that the regent Long Mo did not like to touch people, that is, if someone in the court accidentally touched the corner of his clothes, he would brutally chop that person's arm. Passing by the cleansers on the street, she didn't dislike her dirty hands. It was really hard for her to guess his thoughts.

She rolled her eyes and suddenly put her head on his shoulder.

Maybe holding her hand is his maximum tolerance, so try to put her ugly face on his magnolia-like clean and dust-free clothes, only a few centimeters away from his handsome face, will he restrain him? Can't help but want to beat her up?

Sure enough, she clearly felt that his shoulders and even his whole body were stiff, a bit similar to the sign of wind and rain before he got angry.

After waiting for a while, the emperor's uncle remained stiff, but did not scold her.

Mu Wushuang could only take the medicine. She pretended to be asleep unconsciously, tilted her head uncomfortably, licked her lips, and kissed his perfect side face.

At this moment, she only felt that the air around her was getting cold.

It seems to be unbearable!

No, she still has to borrow his money, she can't turn him off for the time being, anyway, she already knows that he can't really have the kind of thinking between men and women for her. After thinking about it, Mu Wushuang quickly raised his head, yawned pretending to be dozing off, and released his hand by the way.

"So sleepy, Uncle Emperor, did I just fall asleep?"

Seeing the emperor's uncle looked at her with cold eyes, Mu Wushuang deliberately asked with sleepy eyes.

Long Moshen closed his eyes and was silent.

It's dangerous. She stuck her tongue out. If he really turned his face with herself, where would she go to find someone so generous to lend her money.

The test is over, what he has in mind, he can only test slowly later.

It didn't take long to arrive at the regent's palace, and Mu Wushuang waited for the emperor's uncle to get into the wheelchair and get out of the carriage before she got off.

Suddenly a figure dashed out from the gate, wearing a thin white dress, looking coquettish, like a butterfly in the snow, her voice was soft and juvenile:

"Cousin, you are finally back! Jiaojiao waited for a long time, thinking that cousin would not be back for lunch."

After speaking, the woman coughed violently.

The maid beside her hurriedly said: "Ms. Ciao is okay, I told you to go back to the room and wait for you to listen. Your body has finally strengthened, but you must not break it down again. The doctor has said that, yours The body can't stand the tossing!"

"It's okay, wait for cousin, I'm willing." The delicate woman covered her mouth with her veil, her eyes still looking affectionately towards Long Mo.

Mu Wushuang only felt sore teeth for a while. The master and servant were singing a double act here. Please be a little bit good, and don't think about the emotions of judges.

She looked at the emperor, who had no expression on his face, and did not even look at the sick lady, which was a bit embarrassing.

Mu Wushuang looked at the show with an expression on his face.

Unexpectedly, the lady watch suddenly turned to her and asked kindly: "This lady is?"

"I watched the show, oh no, I came to stay at the emperor's house for a few days."

Miss Biao’s beautiful face smiled, and she seemed to be very happy: "Great, I am the only person in the palace, and there are no people who talk to me on weekdays. I am so happy that my sister can come."

"Haha." Mu Wushuang showed an awkward but polite smile.

The emperor's uncle had already entered the house, and the lady watch hurriedly followed.

Mu Wushuang and Meiren's brother walked slowly behind, while Fubo followed the people from the palace to the outer courtyard to settle.

All the way to the dining room, the dishes were already on the table, and the smell was tangy, which caught the gluttons in Mu Wushuang's belly.

When the emperor uncle washed her hands and took a seat, she couldn't wait to sit next to him, waiting for the meal.

Feeling that the emperor was in a bad mood, she thought to herself that kissing him on the carriage must have caused him a psychological shadow, so she sat quietly without talking.

"This young lady, this position belongs to our young lady." A maid came next to her and said to her, with hatred and disdain in her eyes.

Miss Biao stood on the side, her face was soft, as if she was being bullied.

"Really? Is your lady's name engraved on this person?" Mu Wushuang glanced at the maid. You can speak well. What do you mean by a look of contempt? Today, she just refused to give way!