"It's okay, I just can't sleep. I want to chat with you!" Mo Xiuran walked forward alone, and Xiang'er had to follow behind.
If you can't sleep, you should go find Miss Rou'er! Why are you looking for me?
Xiang'er curled her lips and thought wildly from behind, completely unaware that the person in front had stopped and turned around to look at her.
With a petite body, a delicate and lovely face, big eyes, and a small mouth, under the moonlight, the person walking towards him looked as beautiful as an elf! Mo Xiuran was fascinated, but the person in front of him seemed to be thinking about something.
What's wrong! It should be said that he was worried about something. He was about to hit him, but Mo Xiuran didn't say anything to stop him.
"Ah!" Xiang'er slammed into Mo Xiuran and screamed. Mo Xiuran grabbed Xiang'er's hand. Xiang'er opened her mouth in surprise. Under the moonlight, their eyes met each other, as if the elf prince met the elf for the first time.
As beautiful as a princess!
"What are you bothering about?" Mo Xiuran looked at Xiang'er and spoke softly.
"I'm bothered. Young Master can't sleep. Why don't you find Miss Rou'er to accompany you?!" Xiang'er looked into Mo Xiuran's eyes and said unconsciously.
"Why are you looking for her?" Mo Xiuran was slightly angry. This little woman in front of him actually mentioned someone else at this time!
"Isn't she the future wife?!" Xiang'er pouted slightly, a little angry, but in Mo Xiuran's eyes, she was extremely cute!
Mo Xiuran was stunned, and so was Xiang'er. Why didn't he say these words together?! It was as if he was calling him Mo Lang.
Mo Xiuran pursed his lips and stood up straight, gently letting go of Xiang'er's hand. Seeing that the person in front of him regretted saying it but didn't blush, he was in a good mood.
"Sir, I, I'm going back to rest! You should rest early too!" Xiang'er left as if running away before Mo Xiuran could respond.
Mo Xiuran looked at Xiang'er's leaving figure and smiled even deeper.
Xiang'er returned to the room, annoyed that she couldn't control her emotions in front of the young master. However, the young master said that he never said that Rou'er was his wife, so it was Rou'er who lied to him! Thinking of this, Xiang'er's lips raised.
He got up. He immediately came back to his senses, how could he think so wildly? Even if the young master doesn't like Rou'er, then what makes him happy? The young master will definitely have a woman worthy of him to accompany him throughout his life. Thinking of this, Xiang'er was slightly disappointed,
But I'm still very happy, at least now, the young master doesn't like Rou'er.
After a good night's sleep, Xiang'er got up early, made breakfast, and cleaned everything in the courtyard. As soon as Mo Xiuran got up and came out, he saw Xiang'er cleaning the house in a good mood, and walked lightly to Xiang'er.
Just as he was about to turn around, he saw Mo Xiuran and was startled, taking two steps back.
"Sir, are you up? Then, let's have breakfast!" Xiang'er said with her head lowered.
"What are you doing?"
"I, I'm pruning the extra branches and leaves!"
Mo Xiuran nodded slightly and looked around: "Tsk, tsk! Cleaning is good!"
When Xiang'er heard this, she smiled slightly.
"However, there are some things that you shouldn't have done!" Mo Xiuran tapped Xiang'er's forehead with his index finger.
"Sir..." Xiang'er was puzzled.
"I don't care for idlers here! From now on, just do your own thing well. You don't have to take all the work on yourself!" Mo Xiuran chuckled and touched Xiang'er's head before returning to the room. Xiang'er
He stood there blankly, unable to come back to his senses for a moment. After a moment, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled stupidly. Rou'er stood aside, seeing such a scene, her hands clenched tightly unconsciously, with a trace of trace on her face.
Cruel intention.
After breakfast, Mo Xiuran went back to the room to read the letter sent by the secret guard. Rou'er was ordered by Mo Xiuran to wash the dishes. Xiang'er had nothing to do but went back to the room to continue sewing clothes. As soon as her mother-in-law came in, she saw Xiang'er.
My son is sewing that dress again.
"Is this for the young master?" the mother-in-law walked to Xiang'er and asked softly.
"Yes!" Xiang'er replied with a smile.
"That's right, I'm leaving. I have to make something for the young master!" the mother-in-law sighed softly.
Xiang'er paused her movements: "Yes! I'm leaving." Xiang'er continued her movements, but her eyes were smiling at first, but now they were dim. When her mother-in-law saw this, she had no choice but to sigh.
.
Mo Xiuran sat at the table, looked at the envelope in his hand, and placed it gently on the table: He was definitely in Kyoto, and the clues were still being found.
Mom is really here!
Mo Xiuran's eyes were full of joy.
After washing the dishes, Rou'er returned to the room, fumbled for a medicine bottle from under the pillow, and placed it in front of her eyes. There was an unfathomable meaning in her eyes. She tightened the medicine bottle tightly and put it back. A few more days! Now!
not the right time yet.
When you want time to pass quickly, it happens to pass by like a year; when you want time to pass slowly, it happens to flow away quietly inadvertently...
Four days later, Zhujinyuan.
Ji Hen was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, slightly worried. Mingtian and Dongdong were sitting on the stone table, teaching Dongdong how to write. His obedient and serious appearance was really cute. Under Mingtian's care, Dongdong turned white.
He had lost a lot of weight and seemed to be a little fatter. Gong Yueyue sat on the armchair and looked at the attentive Ming Tian.
I didn't expect that a boy who didn't even have a girlfriend could take care of a child so well. Zhao Changyuan went somewhere and hasn't come back yet.
Qingdai walked to Gong Yueyue carrying a plate of cut fruits: "Master, eat some fruit." Gong Yueyue took a piece of apple and put it in her mouth and ate it carefully. Qingdai walked to Ji carrying the fruit again.
Next to Hen: "Mr. Ji, eat some!"
"No need, I'm just annoyed!" Ji Hen shook his head and sighed.
Qingdai knew what was bothering him, shook her head slightly and walked to Dongdong, took a piece of apple and handed it to Dongdong: "Come on, Dongdong is tired from writing, eat some fruit!"
"Thank you, sister Qingdai!" Dongdong happily took it. Qingdai handed the plate to Mingtian again.
"Want to eat?"
Mingtian was about to reach out to take it, but Qingdai suddenly retracted it: "Forget it if you don't want to eat it!" Mingtian's hand stretched out in the air clenched into a fist.
This dead woman!
"Sister Qingdai, Dongdong still wants to eat some more!" Dongdong called Qingdai, and Qingdai leaned over: "Oh, Dongdong still wants to eat, come on, give you the biggest piece!" Qingdai picked out the biggest piece of apple and handed it to her.
Dongdong, Dongdong took it, said thank you, and handed the apple to Mingtian: "Master Ming, Dongdong can't finish it, you can eat it!"
Mingtian looked at Dongdong, his eyes turned into a smile, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "It's better Dongdong! I know I feel sorry for the master, but Dongdong, the master doesn't want to eat it, you can eat it!" Mingtian touched it
Dongdong’s head.
When Qingdai saw this, she was not annoyed at all. She just sighed: "How could such a master have such a good and lovely apprentice? I can't figure it out!" After Qingdai finished speaking, she stood next to Gong Yueyue.
Ming Tian was anxious and gritted his teeth: "What am I like?! If you have the ability, tell me!"
"You...!" Qingdai didn't know what to say for a moment: "Anyway, you are just not good!"
"You...!" Ming Tian has never seen such a woman.
"Can you please stop arguing?" Gong Yueyue glanced at Ji Hen, who was pacing back and forth, and then looked at the two people bickering here, shaking her head slightly. (To be continued)