"..." Mo Xiaoxuan paused and said with a wry smile: "Miss Murong, thank you for saving my life, but Xiaoxuan has to leave."

Murong Qianqian waved her hands, then made a posture like the Red Army advancing, and sang: "Sister, you go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back~"

Mo Xiaoxuan paused again, wiped his sweat and said, "I don't know when I will be able to see Miss Murong after leaving Fengxian City this time. Maybe I won't have the chance to see her again in this lifetime."

"We are destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other, eh... No, you said you were leaving Fengxian City, didn't you go and snatch Yu Nianying back?" Murong Qianqian realized it later.

With his eyes slightly red, Mo Xiaoxuan shook his head and said in a sob voice: "Perhaps we have no fate in this life, so why bother with it anymore."

He tied the package into a knot and continued: "A month ago, if Uncle Li hadn't rescued me, I would have been a dead soul.

Since he asked me to give up Nianying to Li Qing'er, then I will give it up. Even if I repay their life-saving grace, I will owe no one anything from now on.

Miss Murong, don’t call me stupid, I am not as lucky as you to be able to meet such a good man like Mr. Mo after such a miserable marriage."

Murong Qianqian curled her lips and cursed in her heart, Xuanyuan Yao is a good person, but even sows can climb trees.

Mo Xiaoxuan carried the package on his shoulders, looked at the night outside and said: "Actually, it's okay, at least in Nian Ying's mind, Mo Xiaoxuan is beautiful, it's better than seeing me like I am now, right?

I've thought about it, loving someone doesn't necessarily mean getting him, as long as I know he is happy, I should be happy too."

Murong Qianqian could not understand such a great truth, and it was not until years later that she recalled this sentence that she could only laugh it off.

She asked: "Miss Mo, where are you going?"

Mo Xiaoxuan was stunned for a moment, as if asking her and asking himself, "Where should I go? Maybe wherever I go, it counts. I want to walk around and take a look, so that my life is not in vain."

There was no bright moon hanging high that night, the night was as dark as a black curtain, and Mo Xiaoxuan's figure quickly disappeared into the night.

The drizzle stopped at some point, and the sound of banging on the streets echoed in my ears.

Murong Qianqian was lying on the bed, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep. This was the first thing she wanted to help with but failed.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the look in Mo Xiaoxuan's eyes when she looked at Yu Nianying appeared in her mind, affectionate and desperate. This kind of love must come from the bottom of her heart.

I turned over a few more times, and beat the bed board with my feet for a while to vent my anger, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

He simply sat up and was about to pour a glass of water. As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw a dark shadow standing on the bedside, and he shrank back from the bedside in fear.

"Um...I don't know where this ghost comes from. If it wants to suck human blood, mine won't taste good because I've been eating Chinese food since I was a child. You know it's not good for physical and mental health."

After Murong Qianqian finished speaking, seeing that the shadow was still motionless, she hugged her knees more tightly with her arms, "If you are really thirsty, how about a cup of tea?"

"Uh~ You ghosts probably don't like drinking tea, so let's change the taste. There is a Cholla horse outside called Xiao Hei, and you can suck his blood."

"You don't like it either? Then...there is an emperor next door. He grew up eating delicacies from all over the world. His blood must be fragrant and sweet."

The black shadow moved slightly, but it was not in the direction of the door where Murong Qianqian was pointing. Instead, it opened the curtain with a flash of lightning, "Then do you want to give it a try?"

"No... don't, I am a human being, and no... I don't like sucking blood, you... just do what you want." Murong Qianqian buried her head in her knees.

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and fell down, pretending to be dead.

He also thought that by pretending to be dead motionless, the ghost might have thought it was an advantage, so instead of going to Xuanyuan Yao's place, he pounced directly on her neck and bit her neck.

Thinking of this, he immediately sat up again and moved his butt towards the corner.

Although her eyes were closed, Murong Qianqian could feel the ghost approaching her little by little. In an emergency, she suddenly felt blessed.

When watching ghost movies, it was said in the movie that ghosts are afraid of seeing red. After thinking about it, the only red spot I can get on my body is that one spot.

He immediately pulled his hand, picked up a piece of red cloth from his neck, and shouted: "Get out of here, get out of here~ I have a red cloth in my hand."

There was a faint light in his sight. Murong Qianqian opened his eyes slightly and saw a face slowly approaching.

"This red is really a bit scary." A joking voice sounded.

With the light from the lighted oil lamp, Xuanyuan Yao's face came into view. He slightly stretched out his slender white fingers to twist his red bellyband.

"Queen, you are too direct." Xuanyuan Yao looked up and down.

Murong Qianqian was so frightened that her face turned pale before. When she saw Xuanyuan Yao, she immediately jumped up from the bed with red face and anger, "Xuanyuan Yao, you have changed your mind."

"This situation, the change|change of attitude is more like praising others."

"..."

I have seen thick-skinned people, but I have never seen anyone so thick-skinned.

Murong Qianqian took a breath, took the red bellyband from Xuanyuan Yao, then wrapped herself tightly in the quilt into a zongzi and said: "The emperor broke into my room in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"I heard the queen tossing and turning, and I thought you must be in a hurry, so I came to put out the fire." Xuanyuan Yao sat on the bedside, staring at her with charming eyes.

"..."

Murong Qianqian wished there was a drill on the bedside, so that she could knock Xuanyuan Yao unconscious directly, "Your Majesty, there is no need to put out the fire~ You should go wherever you came from~"

Xuanyuan Yao leaned on the bed and didn't speak, just stared at her sideways.

Murong Qianqian was sitting on pins and needles and stretched out two fingers from the quilt, "I promise not to disturb you by tossing and turning. If I toss and turn again, I will...I will carry Xiao Hei on my back tomorrow."

"You're smart for once!" Xuanyuan Yao yawned and patted her head.

I don't know why, Xuanyuan Yao's actions always make Murong Qianqian, who has a mental age of 26, very frustrated. She is obviously 6 years older than this man, but he is fooled by him like a child.

Xuanyuan Yao straightened the wrinkles on his robe, but did not get up and leave. Instead, he lay down directly with one hand on his head and closed his eyes.

"Hey, this is my bed!" Murong Qianqian was furious.

Xuanyuan Yao turned over and said, "Remember, if you disturb my sleep again, I will carry Xiao Hei on my back tomorrow!"

Murong Qianqian huddled pitifully in the corner, unable to move or sleep, and could only stare blankly at the flickering candlelight on the table.
Chapter completed!