The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 47

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Liu Yan's carriage was covered with thick felt and burned with silver charcoal and incense. The cold air outside did not penetrate into the carriage at all. He was leaning on the soft cushions, closing his eyes and thinking. Suddenly I heard Zhimo knocking on the door outside.

"Your Majesty, Mu Zhuohua is taking shelter from the rain under the eaves of the roadside."

Liu Yan's eyelids trembled slightly, then he slowly opened them and said, "Let her come up."

The carriage slowly stopped, and Liu Yan heard the sound of Zhimo and Mu Zhuohua talking outside. After a while, the door opened, and a small face with a wet smile came in.

"I'm here to see you, Your Majesty." Mu Zhuohua shouted sharply, and then sneezed.

A ray of chill sneaked in as the car door opened and closed.

Mu Zhuohua took off his hair crown. Most of his hair was wet, and a few strands of hair stuck to his cheeks. His robe was also wet, and a large area was dark. She was already afraid of the cold, and after getting wet, the coldness penetrated into her bones, making her lips turn white, making her look weak and pitiful.

Liu Yan's carriage was fully equipped with everything. He opened a compartment on the side, took out a cotton towel and handed it to Mu Zhuohua: "Wipe it quickly."

Mu Zhuohua took it with a smile and quickly wiped the rain off his head, face and neck.

"Your Majesty's carriage is all wet." Mu Zhuohua huddled close to the door and pursed his lips in embarrassment, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Liu Yan naturally didn't care about this little thing. He looked at Mu Zhuohua's pale and purple lips and frowned slightly: "Why are you wet?"

"Today's rest, several colleagues made an appointment to enjoy the chrysanthemums. Unexpectedly, the weather was not kind. It suddenly started raining. I forgot to bring an umbrella, so I got wet. Fortunately, I ran fast, so I didn't get too wet." Mu Mu. Zhuohua explained.

Liu Yan saw that her outer shirt was wet and her lips were slightly purple from the cold. If she continued like this, she would be seriously injured.

"Take off your wet coat." Liu Yan said, unbuttoning his coat, "Put this one on."

Mu Zhuohua was a little surprised and still hesitated. Liu Yan urged again: "Be obedient."

Mu Zhuohua pursed his lips, pressed his hands on his belt, and glanced up at Liu Yan. Liu Yan was a gentleman, so he put down his clothes and turned his back.

There was a rustling sound of people taking off their clothes from behind, and not long after that, Mu Zhuohua said softly: "The official has changed..."

Liu Yan then turned around.

The wet outer robe was folded and piled by the door. Liu Yan's large outer robe covered Mu Zhuohua's entire body tightly, only revealing his palm-sized face and a pair of dark, moist, apricot-shaped eyes that twinkled a little. She was standing, her small nose was slightly red, and there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Just after sneezing, Mu Zhuohua's voice had a faint nasal sound, as if he was whispering or coquettishly.

She secretly raised her eyes to look at the carriage today. It was different from the one Liu Yan rode before, and it was more luxurious and comfortable. The felt underneath was made of valuable materials, and there were several layers of it. There were many hidden compartments on both sides of the carriage, which must have been used to place various utensils, food, and perhaps hidden weapons. There are two carved twisted wire heaters placed in the corner. The best silver charcoal is burned in them. There is no trace of smoke, but it makes the entire carriage warm. At this moment, a pot of milk is burning on the charcoal stove, emitting a faint milky fragrance.