Ye Mohan looked at the person in front of him and said letting go, he was about to blurt out, but accidentally caught a glimpse of his serious expression.

The rare cold face, without any strange color, was something he rarely saw on his face.

Ye Mohan's face darkened. Ye stopped, who was about to break free, pursed his lips slightly, and looked at Si Mingyan who was half kneeling in front of him with obscene eyes. Under his palm was the silky bedding, tightening a little bit of force.

Seeing that he did not break free, Si Mingyan curled a little with a curl. After taking off his shoes for someone, he also took over the robe that someone took off.

He respectfully hung his outer robe to one side, and then turned around and someone had already lay down.

He walked over and thoughtfully covered the man with a quilt, saying, "It's cold at night, so I hope the prince doesn't catch a cold."

As he said that, there was a few smiles hanging on the corner of Si Mingyan's mouth, but Ye Mohan did not answer his words, turned over and turned his back to him, regardless of what Si Mingyan's expression was at the moment, and it was full of meaning that he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Sometimes he often feels that Si Mingyan is not in line with his age, and is as sarcastic as an old mother who talks a lot.

If he took care of him now, it would be hard to guarantee that this person would be endless after a while.

"Prince, have you slept?"

Ye Mohan wanted to curse when he heard what he said, but who could fall asleep so quickly?

He closed his eyes tightly and still didn't intend to pay attention to him, but at this moment, a big hand suddenly fell on his waist through the bedding, undoubtedly shocking him.

"I have something else I haven't asked you about, Prince?" Si Mingyan asked him with a smile, "I wonder if Prince can answer one or two?"

What's the matter? Answer?

Listening to his words, Ye Mohan felt a little irritable. He slowly opened his eyes and looked clear. From his perspective, he could see the black tent inside the bed and a large number of shadows falling down by the man standing by the bed.

"Prince?"

Si Mingyan did not answer, and he couldn't help but leaned down, as if he wanted to see if he had really fallen asleep?

The familiar aura approached, and Ye Mohan subconsciously resisted someone's aura. He turned his head and looked at him with a dark face, and his tone was a little annoyed: "If you want to ask?"

The tone was mixed with a strong sense of displeasure.

Si Mingyan listened to his particularly irritable tone, and his expression on his face was slightly stunned, and his eyes fell on someone's extremely dark face, as if the four big words "Don't disturb" were written on his face at this moment.

He lowered his head and his eyes fell on someone's shoes by the bed. He saw a lot of soil stained with the originally clean upper. His expression darkened and his brows frowned.

"Have you gone out today?"

"What?"

Ye Mohan frowned slightly, and his expression at this moment came into the man's eyes, obviously with a little more recognition.

"Didn't you say that you can rest well with your son?"

Si Mingyan looked at the corner of his mouth curled up, but his eyebrows were a little cold.

Ye Mohan watched him press down on him.

"Your Majesty, you are not obedient again."

Ye Mohan looked at him holding his wrists, his face a little ugly: "What are you going crazy again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his index finger suddenly hurt.

He lowered his head and saw someone biting his index finger.

The wet tongue slid across his bitten fingertips. Although it didn't hurt very much, the scene at this time always made people feel extremely ambiguous.

Especially the look of Si Mingyan staring at him in front of him seemed to swallow him into his stomach in the next second.

Ye Mohan watched the man in front of him slowly pressing down at him. The bewitching face magnified in front of him, and his scorching breath sprayed on his face, leaning closer and closer.

He wanted to reach out and push him away, but at this moment he felt like someone was pressing his body hole and couldn't move.

The two breaths were entangled with each other...

Suddenly, a sound rang out of the door

"I have reported to the Lord, there is news about Your Majesty and His Highness the Seventh Princess."

This voice made Ye Mohan come to his senses suddenly. He looked at his face that was close to him and realized that he had almost done something. He quickly reached out and pushed the person away.

Si Mingyan seemed to have expected that he would be pushed aside by a man. His face was not only an expression of displeasure after being interrupted, but also no other expression of being exposed to the face.

"knew."

Si Mingyan glanced at the prince in front of him, reached out to sort out his messy robe. When he was about to turn around and leave, he accidentally swept the man's slightly red earlobe. If he hadn't looked carefully, it would have been really hard to see.

His eyes lit up instantly.

His prince blushed...

*

The Imperial Guard searched for most of the mountain late at night, and finally found the traces of the two in a cave.

"I will come late to rescue you. I hope your Majesty..."

"Quiet."

Before the Imperial Army chief could finish his words, the young emperor half-sitting there holding the little girl in his arms and spoke to stop him.

Everyone looked over and saw that Princess Xiaoqi was holding in His Majesty's arms, and Princess Xiaoqi was already sleeping soundly.

Therefore, because Princess Xiaoqi fell asleep, in order not to disturb Princess Xiaoqi's sleep, His Majesty ignored his excitement and made them keep quiet and not disturb Princess Xiaoqi's rest?

After all, His Majesty gave them a quiet word, and even if he was excited, he would not dare to express it too clearly.

The great tyrant reached out and hugged the sleeping little girl in his arms and got on the carriage. Everyone looked at His Majesty's calm look and did not place His Majesty in the seriously injured ranks.

However, they still noticed the blood not far away, but looking at His Majesty's calm look, he didn't look seriously injured.

The most urgent task at present is to rush back to the camp and let the imperial physician check the two of them.

*

The campground is brightly lit.

Si Mingyan and the Imperial Guard reported to the Great Tyrant some clues found at the scene.

Doctor Zhang looked at His Majesty's unbearable wound and paused the man's actions of medicine. He couldn't help but raise his head to pay attention to the man's expression.

"Your Majesty, this medicine hurts a little when it is sprinkled. I hope your Majesty must hold it back."

The Great Tyrant responded casually while listening to his subordinates' answers.

Originally, everyone did not expect that His Majesty would suffer such severe injuries to his waist and abdomen. After all, when they found His Majesty, His Majesty carried Xiaoqi into the carriage with a calm expression, and they did not see any inappropriateness.

It was not until they returned to the camp that the Imperial Doctor examined His Majesty's body, and they noticed the injuries suffered by His Majesty's waist and abdomen.

The bloody wound was so painful that it was so hard to look at it. As if it was placed on them, I was afraid they would have fainted from pain.

But His Majesty still had a calm expression, as if the injury was not on him.
Chapter completed!