[Book 1] Mozun And The Little Milk Fox Are Overly Pampered [BL/QT/edited MTL]

ARC THREE: Chapter 68: His status

The wheels rolled towards the town, and the carriage stopped in front of an inn.

Yuelai Inn is the largest inn in the town closest to Fengjian Cliff.

"Sir, we've arrived at the inn." The subordinate said respectfully to the carriage.

"Um."

A deep male voice came from inside, and then the curtain was opened, and a handsome man who looked like an ordinary man came out. He had a gentle face and helped out a young man wearing a weimao.

"How about we sleep after we enter the inn?" Mu Rongshun asked.

"Okay~" The young man yawned carefully. His delicate appearance was covered by a weimao, so outsiders couldn't see his true appearance.

But the upturned tail of the boy's voice was very seductive, and passers-by stopped in his tracks, wanting to see how outstanding the person under the hat was.

Mu Rongshun did not give them a chance and led the young man into the inn.

A group of fierce men with knives stood behind Mu Rongshun and Bai Chuansu, not giving others a chance to rush forward and attack their master.

After Mu Rongshun and Bai Chuansu went upstairs and entered the guest room, the men with knives took back their knives and ordered the waiter to bring hot water and meals.

The waiter took the gold they threw and took a bite with his teeth. He suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

After Bai Chuansu returned to the room, he was in a daze and his eyes were about to close again.

He has been particularly lethargic since yesterday.

Spring is here, and it's the time for little animals to get married.

For the sake of a kitten fox, Bai Chuansu broke away from his pure animal instincts, but he was still slightly affected.

So far, Mozun has not expressed his feelings to him. Bai Chuansu didn't dare to make any more guesses. He could only use his demon power to suppress the throbbing of his body, and he became more and more sleepy.

Mu Rongshun put his hand on Bai Chuansu's wrist. His pulse was normal. Why was he so sleepy?

He covered the boy with a quilt, picked up his pen and wrote a recipe for body repair on rice paper, and gave it to his subordinates to make medicinal tea.

After drinking herbal tea for several days, Bai Chuansu's sleepiness was still not getting better, but he was indeed more energetic than before.

Five days later, Mu Rongshun and his party came to Shuangcheng and happened to catch up with the Flower Festival.

The city was decorated with lights, colorful silks and satins filled the sky, pink and white cherry blossom petals swayed and fell in the wind, and the ladies from the boudoir who usually stayed at home also stepped out of the mansion accompanied by the maids.

Mu Rongshun and Bai Chuansu left behind a large group of "bodyguards" and walked hand in hand while walking down the street.

"Steam stuffed buns, steam stuffed buns, freshly baked buns..."

"Windmills, rattles, sugar clay figures..."

Street vendors kept shouting, and many buskers also took advantage of this event to show off their special skills to attract onlookers to applaud them.

Bai Chuansu followed Mu Rongshun to a restaurant. He lay on the railing of the private room and looked down at the broken stone in his chest.

"Okay..." the spectators clapped their hands.