Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Mu Yuante's breath was sprayed on Lu Minglan's neck, which made Lu Minglan's body goose up and down. She moved inward again. She didn't want Mu Yuante to take an inch and retired her shoes. The socks also went to bed. Mu Yuante didn't dare to touch Lu Minglan, so he lay outside, holding Lu Minglan across a layer of quilt, and holding "Long Feng Cheng Xiang" on the quilt. The pattern kept smirking.

Lu Minglan was so uncomfortable that he laughed, and said with a cold face, "You laugh again, just get out."

Mu Yuante didn't dare to make a laugh, but his face was still full of flutter. He slightly turned his hands and turned over Lu Minglan. The two faced each other, and Mu Yuante went to Lu Ming in a pair. Lan Xing's eyes, one who could not hold back, laughed again. This time even Lu Minglan was teased by him: "So happy?"

"Happy! Happy!" Mu Yuante nodded his chickens like a peck of rice. He was in his forties and his eyes were as bright as a teenager. He held Lu Minglan's face and kissed him a few times while laughing. "I'm going to be a dad, I'm so happy!"

"It's not like I've never been a father." Lu Minglan pouted his lips, but his tone eased obviously.

Mu Yuante is forty-four years old this year. Naturally, it is impossible to be childless by this age. Besides, the marriage of Beidi people is earlier than that of Dali people. Many of the half-year-olds who are 13 or 14 years old have become fathers, not to mention It is the prince. Mu Yuante now has two men and a woman under his knees, both of whom have grown up. Speaking of which, Mu Yuante is also one of the princes with the least children. Of course, Mu Nanshan is not among them.

Mu Yuante is in his prime, and it is logical that it should be the number of years the princess has been born, but since he inherited the throne seven years ago, no prince has been born in the harem. It is not surprising that Lu Minglan was born.

"Naturally is different from before," Mu Yuante said, rubbing Lu Minglan with his chin, and sighed comfortably in his mouth. "Laner, I expected you to have a son and daughter for me in the morning Now, today, finally my thoughts have come to pass, Laner, I am so happy that my heart is about to pop out. "

Lu Minglan didn't speak, she sniffed the faint agarwood on the man, and her heart was a little dry.

The Beidi people do not have the habit of burning incense, and the partial Beidi people are inseparable from beef and mutton every day, so they are born with a fishy smell. When Lu Minglan used to serve the late boss, he always vomited every time he went back. One is the crumpled flesh of the old man who was disgusting at the bottom of his heart, the other is that he can't stand the thick and stinky smell. Naturally, Mu Yuante also has that smell. Lu Minglan also held back. Later, I don't know if Mu Yuante noticed it. After that, Mu Yuante had the habit of burning incense, and the frequency of bathing was obviously frequent.

Lu Minglan pillowed Mu Yuante's arm. Beidi's August was already very cold. There was a heavy snowfall a few days ago, but Mu Yuante was strong. At this time, the winter clothes were not upper body, with a thick satin. Robe, Lu Minglan can still feel the muscles in his arm.

"Come in, it's cold outside." Lu Minglan whispered softly as he pulled the quilt.

Mu Yuante shook his head and then shook his head: "No, I haven't bathed yet, I'm afraid of sweat, so don't spit again."

"It's all right," Lu Minglan whispered, "I think you hold me."

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