Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Sensing a slight slack, Ning Yu was about to break free and run away, but the next second he was held tightly in his arms.

The weak and helpless Ning Ping:  …

What do you want, Mr. Mo?

The man buried himself in his neck and retorted in a low voice aggrieved, "You lie!"

Ning Ping's fair face twitched, "Nothing small."

"You are talking nonsense! You are soft, you don't look like a man!"

Ning Yi:  …

"Small body bones are much slender than ordinary people since childhood."

The drunken man behind him was drunk, "You are talking nonsense!"

"The little one is really a man. If you don't believe me, you can check it out at the stables in the village. The little one's name is Ning Yu."

"The stables?" the man asked confusedly.

Ning Ping nodded, "The youngest is the servant who sweeps the stables in the village."

Mo Tianyu frowned and sniffed, "You are talking nonsense, you smell good, what kind of servant is sweeping the stables!"

"It's already late at night, and the little one has already taken a bath." Ning Yu explained.

But Mo Tianyu couldn't listen anymore, his mind was muddled, and his subordinates put his arms around Ning Yu.

Suddenly he kissed his face, "I don't care, I don't care..."

He murmured softly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

And Ning Yu, who was caught off guard by Mo Tianyu's kiss, froze in place, and his scalp began to go numb.

The thin little body began to tremble, this this...

Not knowing where the strength came from, he pushed Mo Tianyu away.

This time, he slammed into the wall fiercely, and Mo Tianyu murmured before falling into a coma.

Ning Yu heard it, what he said was—

'Qingqing...'

The name of the village owner.

Ning Yu stood there, and the bright moonlight slowly rose from the dark corner and shone on the two of them.

In front of Mo Tianyu stood a thin and slender young man in soft white lining, with delicate features and a particularly clean appearance.

Ning Yan pursed her lips and wanted to turn around and leave, but watched Mo Tianyu faint there.

After two struggles, Ning Yu stepped forward and helped Mo Tianyu back to his room with difficulty.

…

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Three days later, the banquet began.

In front of the palace gate, a luxurious carriage stopped.

A middle-aged man in dark Chinese clothes walked out of the carriage, with a pair of sword-like eyebrows and a majestic murderous look in his eyes.

Seeing this, the guards at the gate of the palace stepped forward and bowed their hands respectfully: "My subordinates see General Shen."

Shen Jinfeng nodded, "Well,"

Followed by the gentle Madam Shen and Shen Zhiying.

Shen Zhiying supported Mrs. Shen and entered the palace with Shen Jinfeng.

"Father, why is this banquet held today?" Shen Zhiying asked Shen Jinfeng curiously.

Shen Jinfeng responded coldly, "It's to wash away the dust for the Prime Minister."

Shen Zhiying's eyes lit up, "The Prime Minister is back?"

Seeing Shen Zhiying's excited expression, Shen Jinfeng glanced at her indifferently, and warned, "You are the fiancée of the prince now, so you should pay attention to your behavior."

Shen Zhiying, who was stunned by Shen Jinfeng's scolding, was a little embarrassed in her eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

Nodding obediently, "Yes, father."

After that, Shen Zhiying honestly supported Mrs. Shen and followed behind Shen Jinfeng.

When passing by the Imperial Garden, Shen Jinfeng stopped in front of him and saw him nodding and saying hello, "Prime Minister."

Immediately, he looked over, and in front of Shen Jinfeng stood a noble and gentle boy in a moon-white gown.

Gu Jinyan nodded indifferently, "General Shen."

Shen Jinfeng nodded, suddenly his eyes shifted to the woman beside Gu Jinyan, and he froze.