The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 133 - Persuading to Get Up

Mu Ziyan quickly lowered her head to check, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. If that little bunch of hair in her hand wasn't Tuantuan's, who else could it be?

"Tuantuan, are you okay?" Mu Ziyan touched Tuantuan's head guiltily.

"Ah...ah..." Tuan Tuan, with watery eyes, rubbed against Mu Ziyan's arms again. Mu Ziyan was really amazed by her bad habit of forgetting the pain once the wound has healed.

Feng Muyan brushed his messy long hair in front of him, put his hands behind his back and paced in front of the door, successfully drawing everyone's attention to him again. Just when everyone thought he would keep pace like this, he plopped down at the door and closed his eyes calmly.

"Master, the ground is very cold in early spring. Please get up quickly." Han Mei hurried over and squatted beside Feng Muyan to coax him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't persuade him to get up.

"Miss Hanmei, please go and arrange a place for the princess to stay first. I can then persuade him to get up." Mu Ziyan said with a chuckle.

"But sir, you..."

"Don't worry!" Mu Ziyan said loudly, then reached out and patted Tuan Tuan's head. The meaning of his action was obvious: your master's wolves have been tamed by this young master.

"Then thank you very much, sir!" Hanmei bowed slightly.

"Hanmei, just help me sit on that chair. I want to see how Lord Mu persuades your prince to wake up." Gu Qinghong said.

"Princess, the owner will not allow anyone else to touch the rocking chair. I'd better get another chair for you." After saying this, Hanmei retreated.

Here, Mu Ziyan put Tuan Tuan aside, walked around Feng Muyan twice with his hands behind his back, and then lay down beside him at lightning speed, then supported his head with one hand and looked at Feng Muyan in a seductive posture.

"..."

What is this evil woman going to do! Feng Muyan quietly opened his right eye a crack, and a big face suddenly appeared in his sight. He was so shocked that he almost jumped up. If this evil woman dared to kiss him again, he would tear her apart.

"If you want to see, just open your eyes wide and look. What's the point of sneaking around?" Mu Ziyan kept rolling the black hair on his chest with his fingers, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Feng Muyan still had his eyes closed, and his big, bony hand suddenly grabbed Mu Ziyan's arm. As soon as he exerted force with his palm, he felt a heat invading his ears.

"How can you turn your back on me and disown me? When I was in Dongchu, you called me Mu Bao, but now you are so cruel as to throw me out? Tell me, should I call you Yan Mu or the Ninth Prince?" Mu Ziyan chuckled and said into Feng Muyan's ear, tapping the ground regularly with the index finger of his right hand, his eyes full of teasing.

Feng Muyan, lying on the ground, still did not open his eyes, nor did he speak, but his slightly trembling eyelashes made Mu Ziyan chuckle again, and the fear and guilt in his heart instantly disappeared.

"The ground is so cold, get up quickly!" Mu Ziyan tapped the ground with his index finger faster and faster, but still got no response. Instead, he felt that the strength of his grip on her arm was getting stronger and stronger. Mu Ziyan couldn't help but smile in his heart. If it were in the past, he would have been furious.

"Count to three silently. If you don't get up, I'm going to kiss you." The smile in Mu Ziyan's obsidian eyes deepened, and he couldn't help counting in his heart, "One, two..."

Feng Muyan jumped up, then looked at Mu Ziyan aggrievedly, turned around and walked to the edge of the threshold and slowly sat down, then lowered his head and focused on pointing his finger. His intention was obvious, no one could get around him and into the house.

Mu Ziyan felt warm in his heart and looked inside the house. The furnishings inside remained unchanged as before. Both the desk and the bed were spotless. There must be someone cleaning them every day.

Han Mei, who had just walked out with a chair, was very surprised. She put the chair next to Gu Qinghong and hurried to the door. She said to Mu Ziyan with a little gratitude in her heart: "Sir, you still have a way. In the past, I am afraid I would have to persuade him for a long time."

"Miss Hanmei, you don't have to be polite. In fact, the Ninth Prince is a very well-behaved man!" Mu Ziyan smiled elegantly at Hanmei and nodded slightly.