Outside the Duke of China's Mansion

In the pouring rain, a boy in a mess sat under the corner of the wall, allowing the heavy rain to ruthlessly wash away his not strong body. His already pale face looked even pale in the rain curtain.

"Get up!" A handsome young man in white fell into a young and tricky place not far away from him. He didn't forget to hold an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, so as to prevent the rain from pouring himself over. Compared with his dryness and cleanliness, it made the boy look even more down and embarrassed.

Mo Xiuyao sneered and walked to Feng Zhiyao to squat down, "What's wrong? Don't want to live anymore?"

"Mediating on other people's business!" Feng Zhiyao closed his eyes impatiently. Now he was in a very bad mood. Even if the person in front of him was his friend, he didn't want to pay attention. Mo Xiuyao sneered, "Since this half-dead look, why don't you just die? Maybe Sister Hua can shed a few tears for you when she sees your pitiful look."

"Mo Xiuyao! Go to die!" Feng Zhiyao roared angrily and rushed towards the bad friend who was squatting in front of him and watching jokes. He was in a desperate need of venting. Someone deserved to beat him up. Why didn't he beat him? The angry boy was dizzy and forgot that he could not beat him up just by wanting to leave.

Sure enough, his body had just started to move. Mo Xiuyao, who was originally squatting in front of him, had already stood up and retreated several steps away. Feng Zhiyao immediately rushed in. People in a bad mood were always angry. If Feng Zhiyao didn't hit Feng Zhiyao, they would definitely stop, but at this time he seemed to be thinking about Mo Xiuyao. He stood up and punched Mo Xiuyao in the face. Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and let Feng Zhiyao pounced again. The two of them started fighting back and forth in the rain. The difference was that Feng Zhiyao was wet and covered with mud, as if rolling in the mud. But Mo Xiuyao was wearing white clothes, holding an umbrella in one hand. Even when the wind and rain were swaying, there was no rain drop wet and white. It seemed that he was not fighting with someone but walking in the spring rain.

When Feng Zhiyao finally lost his strength, Mo Xiuyao smiled and raised his foot a few feet away. Looking at Feng Zhiyao, who was too lazy to get up even if he was too lazy to climb up, he said, "I am going to go to southern Xinjiang tomorrow? Do you want to go together? If you want to go, get up and follow me. If you want to die, keep lying down." After that, he didn't care whether Feng Zhiyao could get up or not, and turned around and left.

On the ground full of mud, Feng Zhiyao crawled on the ground, allowing the rain to hit his pale and handsome face. He slowly got up after a long time. He looked back at some point in the Huafu where the lights were still on in the night, and turned around and headed towards the direction Mo Xiuyao left.

Seventeen years later.

In a small manor outside Licheng, Hua Yunxi sat alone by the window and looked at Qiuju outside the yard in a daze. Although she was in her thirties, the years did not leave too many traces on her beautiful appearance. On the contrary, the aura of a famous family and the once mother of a country made her more noble demeanor than ordinary women.

"mother!"

Mo Wuyou pushed open the door and said with a smile. Hua Yunxi quickly stood up, walked up to pull his daughter and whispered: "Why are you out of the city? You can't stay well if you have a body." Mo Wuyou leaned against his mother in a coquettish manner and said: "Wuyou has a body, and her mother still refuses to stay in the city to take care of her daughter, so her daughter has to come out."

"Nothing." Hua Yunxi nodded helplessly and smiled: "Your mother-in-law takes good care of you, how can you do me? You are also a sensible and good child. A mother-in-law like the eldest lady of the Xu family is extremely rare. What are you talking about?"

Mo Wuyou stuck out his tongue. Of course, she had no intention of being dissatisfied with her mother-in-law, but she just wanted to make a fuss with her mother. After looking at her mother, Mo Wuyou turned her eyes and said, "By the way, mother, I just saw Uncle Feng San outside, why didn't he come in?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Yunxi was stunned and said, "He has nothing to do, he will naturally leave in a while."

Mo Wuyou smiled a little doubtfully. She also saw Feng Zhiyao's every move over the past few years. As a daughter, it would be a scam if she really hoped that her mother would find a stepfather for her. But Mo Wuyou also knew her mother's hard work and grievances over the years, and Feng Zhiyao's infatuation. If Feng Zhiyao hadn't been stolen by then, she would have been no longer alive.

Feng Zhiyao has long passed his thirties, but he has always insisted on disobeying Feng Zhihuai and refused to get married. He is even more concerned about his mother. He said something a little unsatisfied, even Xu Qingbai is not so careful about her. His mother is only in her thirties now and she still sings very well in her life. If so, Mo Wuyou naturally hopes that her mother can live a happy and happy second half of her life.

"Mom, why not let Uncle Feng San come in and have something to say. Wuyou looks at his appearance, but I am afraid he won't leave easily." Mo Wuyou advised softly.

Hua Yunxi sighed bitterly. How could she not understand Feng Zhiyao's feelings over the years? But even though she understands it, the reality is that he is one of the most confidants in the Ding Palace, with a high position and a strong future. However, she is the widow of the previous emperor. Even if she changes her name, how can she really deceive the world? If they come together, they will not only destroy Feng Zhiyao's reputation, but also the reputation of Mo Wuyou, the Xu family, and even the Ding Palace.

How could Mo Wuyou not see Hua Yunxi's concerns, but she didn't know how to persuade her mother. Prince Ding and the princess didn't care about these things, nor did the Xu family, but no matter how she persuaded her, her mother still couldn't let go.

"Since my mother doesn't want to see Uncle Feng San, Wuyou will send him away."

Hua Yunxi refused to comment, and Mo Wuyou shook his head and turned away with regret.

"Uncle Feng San." Outside the door, a handsome man in red dress was lingering outside the yard with some anxiety. Hearing Mo Wuyou's voice, he turned around in surprise, but his eyes dimmed after not seeing the figure he wanted to see.

"She still refuses to see me?" Feng Zhiyao asked in a low voice. Although she was already old, the third young master in red was still handsome and extraordinary. After countless wars, she was even more sharp and calm. Today, the third young master Feng is naturally no longer the playboy who could not support Chu Jing back then. He had already achieved success but still could not get what he wanted most. Since Mo Wuyou got married, Hua Yunxi moved out of Licheng to live in a villa at the foot of a mountain not far from Mount Li Academy. Since then, she has been away from the world and has not even refused to see him at all.
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