When the first ray of morning light spilled into the inner room through the lattice window, Mo Shuang opened his eyes.
As expected, the man was no longer around.
She curled her lips, not knowing whether she should be sad or happy
Sad that he left without saying goodbye, happy that he fulfilled her
When she got up, as usual, she carried a small wooden bucket containing dirty clothes and went to the river to wash clothes.
The river is winding and gurgling, and the bluestone slabs beside the river are smooth and smooth, as they are every day.
However, she always felt that something had changed. She couldn't tell where it was. She just felt that it had become so different that she was not used to it.
Village women in twos and threes chatted while washing. In the past, she would occasionally strike up a conversation, but today she was so silent that she didn't want to say another word.
"Ah! Do you think whose pot this belongs to?" A woman pointed to a black iron pot thrown by the river and exclaimed, "Tsk, tsk, who does this belong to? He can actually burn the rice to such a degree. !”
Several people laughed, "You just love to make a fuss!"
The woman was not convinced, "That's right. Think about it, it will take at least an hour to burn it like this, right?" After a pause, she suddenly screamed again, "There is actually an arrow covered in blood here! "
Several people seemed to have been used to her surprise, they all smiled and shook their heads, and continued to wash the clothes in their hands.
This riverside is where the village throws away garbage. Not to mention these things, they sometimes see dead babies, which they have long been accustomed to.
Only Mo Shuang stood up with a "chang" sound, picked up the barrel, walked to the woman's side, ignored her stunned expression, bent down to pick up the feather arrow, and walked straight back.
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The sky is broad and the clouds are slightly bright.
On the deserted mountain road, a horse ran very fast, with dust flying around the horse's hooves.
The man on horseback has a fluttering purple robe and flying black hair. He is as handsome as jade and cold and elegant. He purses his lips tightly and looks straight ahead with his black eyes, deep and distant.
He is Leng Qisu.
Last night, I received news from Linglong that the body of her father, Dr. Feng, had been found and asked him to return as soon as possible.
On that day when Puchan Temple was wiped out, Imperial Physician Feng was not seen in the mass graves. Neither he nor Linglong still had a glimmer of hope.
They all thought that maybe Dr. Feng had just taken refuge somewhere temporarily and did not show up to the public. Unexpectedly, in the end, those people still refused to let him go, and he still died.
Should Linglong be sad
He is not by her side.
The riding crop in his hand was swung hard again, and the horse neighed and ran even more wildly.
Suddenly he found something lying in the middle of the road in front of him. He let out a "haha" and tightened the reins urgently. The horse's front hooves picked up Lao Gao and finally stopped.
The ones blocking the road were actually one man and one horse.
The white horse is spotless and so white that it dazzles the eyes. What is even more eye-catching is the person on the horse, a woman with fluttering plain clothes and flying black hair. She sits on the horse, purses her lips, and looks at her quietly. His smile was as bright and moving as the morning sun.
"Mo Zhuang!" A complicated expression flashed across Leng Qisu's eyes, but there was no trace of shock. It seemed that everything was as expected.
"Your Majesty, are you ready to abandon Mo Zhuang?" The woman was still smiling, but there was a hint of bitterness on her lips.
"No, I don't want to force you!" Leng Qisu pursed his lips, his voice was hoarse and low, showing some helplessness.
"Last night, I thought about it all night. The scene of meeting you in the rain that day has been replayed in front of my eyes. You were so frightened when you saw me, and I chased you, but you ran so resolutely. Figure, I thought, I was wrong, you are innocent, I can no longer selfishly put you in the spotlight."
Mo Shuang was shocked, not because of his confession, but because of the scene when he said he met her in the rain.
When did she meet him in the rain
His eyes flashed, and he felt something slowly surface.
"Are these the reasons why Your Majesty left me so cruelly? You didn't force me?" Mo Shuang smiled bitterly and sadly, as if even her body sitting on the horse was a little shaky. She looked straight at him with scorching eyes, " Has the prince asked me? If I haven’t asked, how do I know it’s because I am forcing myself?”
"Are you willing to go back with me?" Leng Qisu was a little unbelievable, and he looked into her eyes for a moment. His dark eyes were like a thousand-foot deep pool, making it impossible to see beyond and guess what was in his heart. .
There was no expression of surprise.
Her heart throbbed, and Mo Shuang frowned. She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, "I guess it's because the prince doesn't want to do it anymore... It's because I'm crazy!"
After saying that, he reined in the reins and prepared to leave.
"Mo Zhuang" a hoarse call sounded from behind.
"Do you have any other instructions, Your Majesty?" She turned back, her face cold and her eyes slightly red.
"Don't go!"
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The two of them traveled day and night, each with a horse, and returned to the capital early the next morning.
In front of the palace gate, two figures, a man and a woman, were waiting quietly.
The woman is delicate and frail, she is Linglong, the man is dressed in white, he is a handsome young man, I don’t know who he is.
Before the horse stopped, Leng Qisu jumped off the horse and quickly climbed up the steps.
The two people at the door also greeted him happily.
"Your Majesty!"
"Fourth brother!"
Leng Qisu instinctively wanted to reach out his hand to support Linglong, but suddenly realized something. His big hand stopped halfway and then took it back, "Let's go to Yumoxuan!"
The three of them crossed the threshold and entered the palace without anyone noticing that there was another person behind them.
In his world, she was indeed redundant.
(End of chapter)