Chapter 992 - 994_1

Can’t this girl’s face be a little less thick-skinned?

Didn’t he make himself clear enough?

Dongyang didn’t care what he was thinking at the moment, she hadn’t had breakfast yet, and her steamed buns had just been thrown on the ground.

So, she lifted the carriage curtain and said to the guard outside, "Would you mind getting two steamed buns for this Commandery Princess?"

"Yes!"

The guard hurried off, but internally complained, Who threw that perfectly good white bun? Don’t they know some beggars can’t even get a bun to eat?

When the guard brought the buns, Luo Linhao and Mu Shaofeng had finished eating and came out to see another carriage parked behind the horses, while the horse that belonged to Mu Shaoling was empty.

Luo Linhao’s lips twitched slightly as he sauntered over to the carriage, and said with a deliberate laugh, "Brother Shaoling, just how intense was it last night? So exhausted that you couldn’t even ride a horse? You should have been a bit gentler; can the girl even withstand it?"

"Get lost!" A cold voice immediately came from inside the carriage, causing Luo Linhao to hastily rub his arms, the chill was piercing.

Mu Shaofeng shook his head upon hearing this. Without waiting for Luo Linhao to say anything more, he quickly dragged him away.

"Are you tired of living? You dare to provoke him at such a time? Knowing full well he’s unfulfilled, you still say he’s tired. Aren’t you just riling him up? Be careful—if he really gets so angry that he can’t get it up, my uncle might come looking for you to settle the score."

Fuck, Young Master Luo’s eyes widened upon hearing this. Who exactly is the one tired of living? You’re so loud—are you sure you don’t want her to hear you on purpose? Moreover, I only said he was tired; you actually suggested he’s so mad he can’t get it up. You win, I admit defeat to your brilliance.

Luo Linhao pushed Mu Shaofeng’s arm away and got on his horse first.

Then they heard Mu Shaoling’s icy voice again, "Shaofeng, come here!"

Mu Shaofeng chuckled as he approached, "Cousin, what do you need me for?"

There was a pause from inside the carriage, followed by, "Never mind, just get lost!"

Mu Shaofeng: "..." So, Young Master Mu, are you just messing with me?

It wasn’t until they left Shandong Prefecture City that Mu Shaofeng finally figured out why Mu Shaoling had called him over to the carriage that morning.

"Shaofeng, why have you slowed down?" They had been riding side by side, but then Mu Shaofeng gradually fell behind and even stopped, scratching his arms and then his neck incessantly, completely without any image.

"My whole body is itchy."

"Fuck, now that you mention it, I feel itchy too." So the two of them stopped and began scratching and scratching.

Looking at the carriage and line of guards growing further and further away.

Mu Shaofeng yelled, "I’ve finally figured out what Cousin was doing calling me to the carriage this morning."

Luo Linhao had an epiphany, "Was it to poison you?"

Mu Shaofeng nodded miserably.

"But when the hell did he poison me?" Luo Linhao cried out, "Damn it, it’s so itchy, so so itchy, wickedly pleasurable... ah... ah..."

Instantly, Mu Shaofeng’s face was lined with disapproval, "Could you not moan? It’s just itchiness, but you sound like a woman moaning in bed. What’s that about?"

"Did you poison them?" Dongyang asked from on top of the carriage, her cheeks blushing.

She had heard everything just now and was somewhat embarrassed. However, she wasn’t like these foreign girls; her embarrassment lasted only a moment.

Mu Shaoling was still in a bad mood at the moment, and the root cause was still Dongyang.