Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 141 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (48)

Before Murong Yuan could speak again, Tang Cuo's voice came from outside the bedroom, "A Yuan, you're back?"

Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Murong Yuan took a few steps forward with a gentle smile on his face, "Yes, A Yuan is back."

"We will set off after noon, have you prepared everything? Don't miss anything." Tang Cuo reminded.

"Well, someone has been sent to take care of everything. By the way, behind your highness is..." Murong Yuan cast his eyes towards the mahogany box beside him, somewhat puzzled.

"Uh... I think the offering you prepared is odd in number, which is not appropriate. I plan to give you another small gift. I wonder if this is too abrupt?" Tangcuo observed his expression.

Murong Yuan raised his hand to move the hair at the corners of his eyes and smiled gently, "How could it be? Your Highness is so considerate of me. I am so happy that I can't wait."

After that, he held Tangcuo's wrist, led him to the stone chair, and looked at him tenderly, "Your Highness, A Yuan will be back as soon as possible. During the few days when I am not in the palace, Your Highness does not need to attend court, and does not need to pay attention to what others say. Everything can be centered on you.

If you encounter any person or matter that makes you unhappy, you don’t need to get anyone’s consent, just deal with it directly. No matter what happens, A Yuan will be behind you to protect your Highness..."

"What if one day I have to leave? A Yuan, what will you do?" Hearing his words, Tang Cuo fell silent for some unknown reason. He raised his eyes to the blue sky, where flocks of geese were flying by.

"Leave?" Murong Yuan's eyes trembled a little, "Your Highness, is it that A Yuan did not do well enough? Or does Your Highness not like this place?"

"No, I was just kidding. Yuan, don't panic." Feeling the sudden nervousness of the person in front of him, Tang Cuo changed the subject directly.

"If Your Highness feels that A Yuan has done something wrong, you can point it out directly and A Yuan will correct it." Murong Yuan said.

"No, you're fine."

"So you hate me?"

"it's OK."

After hearing Tang Cuo's answer, Murong Yuan's tightly clenched fingers relaxed a little: If you don't hate me, then that means you like me. Your Highness likes me...

"Okay, A Yuan, it's almost noon, it's time for you to set off." Tang Cuo's eyes fell on the mahogany box beside him.

"Yes, I'm about to leave. I wonder if Ayuan can ask His Highness for a hug?" As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Yuan stepped forward and stretched out his arms.

This……

Then give me a hug.

Tang Cuo's eyes were clear, and then he took a few steps forward. Murong Yuan's large palms pressed against his waist, as if he wanted to merge him into his bones and blood.

Murong Yuan lowered his head slightly and put his hand on his shoulder, "Your Highness, wait for me to return."

“Hmm…” Tangcuo nodded, but silently said in his heart: I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer, I’m going to go with you…

After he finished speaking, Murong Yuan walked out of the Zichen Palace. Before leaving, he turned around and glanced at Tang Cuo.

Looking at Murong Yuan's leaving back, Tang Cuo did not have time to spare. He hurriedly approached the mahogany box beside him, opened it with one hand, and then stepped in.

Tang Cuo straightened his body, squatted down, and buried himself in the box.

In the dark and narrow space, Tangcuo curled up his legs and sighed helplessly, "I never thought that there would be a day when I could put myself in a box."

In less than half an incense stick of time, a rustling sound of footsteps was heard in the side hall.

"Your Highness should be talking about this box, right?" The subordinate walked around the mahogany box several times.

"Uh... do you want to open it and take a look? It's better not to make mistakes like this." The other person raised his hand and placed it on the edge of the box.

No, no, no... I'm really convinced. Just carry it away. What are you looking at?

Tang Cuo swallowed and listened carefully to every move of the two people outside.

"Forget it. After all, it was His Highness Tangcuo who took it out. If His Majesty knew that we checked it privately, both you and I would lose our heads." The subordinate raised his hand and slapped the other man's hand down, with a warning in his tone.

Hearing his words, the other person seemed to hesitate again, "Forget it, what you said makes sense. Besides, there is nothing else in this yard except this box, so there shouldn't be any mistakes."

After that, the two of them hit it off, then stood on both sides of the box and lifted the box up directly.

The sudden feeling of being suspended in the air and the weightlessness of his body almost made Tang Cuo scream out in surprise. He raised his hands and covered his mouth tightly, feeling the shaking coming from the front and back.

"No, Xiaoye, I feel like I'm going to vomit..."

[Blocking the host's physiological feelings.]

Sure enough, as soon as Ono finished speaking, Tangcuo suddenly felt as if he was alive again. He lay quietly in the box, feeling several people throwing him on the carriage behind.

"Have you brought enough things?" asked the person patrolling nearby.

"My Lord, I have everything."

"Why do you have an extra box here?"

"His Highness Tangcuo thought that odd numbers were not auspicious enough, so he carefully selected a few more things from the national treasury, so there was an extra mahogany box." The subordinate looked up at the inspector and explained.

"Since this is your highness's idea, then let's do it. After you pack your things, follow the last echelon and set off."

"Yes, my lord."

After a moment, the carriage slowly drove out of the palace. The huge convoy, hanging the flag of the Northern Dynasty, drove towards the Rong Dynasty.

Murong Yuan leaned casually against the inside of the carriage, closed his eyes and took a nap.

At the back of the car, Tang Cuo, who was in the mahogany box, gradually fell asleep in the swaying feeling. His chest rose and fell evenly, and it seemed that his sleep quality was quite good.

As the sun set, the convoy stopped by the side of the road to rest. Murong Yuan opened his eyes and raised his hand to touch the sachet on his waist: What should I do? I just left His Highness and I can't stop missing him...

He raised his eyes to look at the sky. The dark night sky was dotted with a few stars. Everything was quiet, and there was no sound around. The subordinates who were traveling with the convoy leaned against each other and fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, Tang Cuo in the box slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the dark environment around the box, then pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside.

"They should all be asleep at this time. It's just right that I can go out and get some fresh air." Thinking of this, Tang Cuo carefully opened a crack in the box and looked out.

Seeing that there was no one guarding it, Tang Cuo directly opened the box, then stood up and stretched casually, "My God, the world outside is so beautiful!"

Tangcuo stepped out of the box, then lay down behind the carriage, carefully sticking his head out to observe the scene outside. Seeing that everyone around him was fast asleep, his eyes fell on the roasted sweet potatoes on the charcoal fire on the ground...