In summer, the lotus flowers in the lake are in full bloom, and the quiet fragrance of the flowers floats from the lake from time to time.
The four of them sat at the small table, sipping mountain flower tea and eating pastries, feeling very comfortable.
Feng Jiuer tasted a piece of cake and looked up at Long Buqu: "Uncle, do you know what my grandpa and I just said?"
"What did you say?" Long Buqu asked softly.
"Tell me about your aunt." Feng Jiuer winked at Long Di.
"That's right." Long Di understood and nodded, "Look at you, you're already this old and you're still not hurrying up."
"I, Long'er, am more than four years older than you. My daughter can still get married. Where is your daughter? Where is your son?"
"Grandpa, you should ask him where his wife is." Feng Jiuer reminded Long Di with a smile.
Grandpa's spirit is getting better and better, and he has accepted the fact that his mother has passed away. This is the most comforting thing for Feng Jiuer.
"Yes, yes." Long Di nodded with a smile and glared at Long Buyi, "Where is your wife? Where is she? How long do you want me to wait? How can I live so long?"
"Grandpa, you said it wrong again." Feng Jiuer looked at Long Di and shook her head.
Long Di met her gaze and frowned slightly.
Feng Jiuer looked at him and taught him seriously: "You should say that although I live a long life, you can't just continue to waste it like this."
"Yes." Long Di nodded seriously and looked at Long Buqing again.
"Although I can live a long life, you shouldn't continue to waste it like this."
"As you get older, the children you give birth to will not be that good-looking. Isn't this a waste of genes?"
"That's not right." Long Di's gray brows furrowed and his gaze returned to Feng Jiu'er, "Jiu'er, what do you mean by wasting genes?"
"A waste of genes is a waste of genes." Feng Jiuer met his gaze and raised her eyebrows, "Just educate your uncle like this, he will understand."
"Okay." Long Di nodded, turned his gaze, and looked at Long Buyi, "Don't waste your genes, got it?"
"Yeah." Long Buqu nodded, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
A small table, a few plates of cakes, a pot of tea, four people, simple but very warm.
…
The day after Ye Xuening was executed, Emperor Wuya ascended the throne.
The whole country celebrated together, and the imperial city was full of people and very lively.
After a series of rituals, the emperor returned to the palace and accepted the kneeling obeisances of his ministers.
In the main hall, Emperor Wuya was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on a dragon chair. He looked really majestic.
He is tall, handsome, and has a strong aura. As long as he sits on top, he can make people convinced without having to do anything.
Qiao Mu and Zhao Yusheng came on behalf of Black Canyon and sat on the side, watching everything in the palace.
Qiao Mu's deep admiration for the man sitting on the dragon throne has never diminished, but there is one thing she really can't understand.
It has been more than ten days, and the emperor has not gone to find Jiu'er.
He obviously loves Jiu'er deeply, why didn't he go to find her for more than ten days?
Jiu'er is also stubborn. Even if the imperial decree comes every day, she is not willing to step into the palace gate again.
In the past, no matter how busy the emperor was, he would definitely take time to go find Jiu'er.
But what disappointed Qiao Mu was that Di Wuya did not do this.
The two people who were fine that day suddenly turned into strangers. Qiao Mu was puzzled.
Suddenly, a eunuch moved to the door of the palace and walked in quietly.
The ministers were still kneeling down one by one, and the positions of Qiao Mu and Zhao Yusheng were arranged relatively outside.
The eunuch came to Qiao Mu, whispered a few words in her ear, and left quietly without disturbing the affairs in the palace.
After hearing the news brought by the eunuch, Qiao Mu frowned and looked at Di Wuya who was sitting on the dragon chair.
When a group of ministers who were kneeling in worship stood up and turned to leave, Qiao Mu stood up and strode towards the palace.
"Your Majesty." She came not far from Emperor Wuya and cupped her hands, "I have something to report."
"Correct." Di Wuya waved his hand.
Qiao Mu originally didn't want to talk about such private matters above the main hall.
However, after hearing the news, she felt extremely anxious.
"Your Majesty, I...I have received news that Miss Jiu'er...is out of the city."
I originally thought that Di Wuya would be extremely anxious when he heard the news of Jiu'er's departure.
But Qiao Mu never expected that Di Wuya would not react at all!
This really disappointed her!
Could it be that after you become the emperor, your daughter's personal relationship is no longer important?
Qiao Mu's face darkened, and a feeling of depression filled his chest.
With a wave of her hand, she said: "I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave!"
After that, he ignored the majesty of the emperor and turned around and left.
This...this is too presumptuous!
Behind him, there was a lot of discussion, and the ministers were whispering, but no one dared to say anything.
As soon as Qiao Mu walked out of the hall, he faintly heard the chief eunuch talking.
What we are talking about is still a matter in the court!
Di Wuya was really indifferent!
Could it be that she had misjudged the wrong person?
Qiao Mu was angry and anxious, but the top priority was to catch up with Jiu'er first!
…
The gate of the imperial city was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, making it very lively.
A woman wearing a white dress sat on a horse and looked quietly at the busy street.
I don’t know how long it took, but she took a deep breath and smiled slightly: "Goodbye! My Nine Emperors Uncle."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, held the horse's rope, and was about to leave the city.
Behind him, someone was chasing after him on a fast horse: "Jiu'er, wait! Wait for me!"
Qiao Mu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and finally caught up with Feng Jiuer before she left the city.
"Jiu'er, do you really want to go find your father? You...are you going to leave everything behind like this?"
"It's not like I won't come back." Feng Jiuer turned around and smiled at her.
However, there was a hint of disappointment in her smile.
The person she is waiting for is not herself.
Qiao Mu felt helpless: "Jiu'er, he... is still in the court, and he won't come at all."
Jiuer smiled: "Really?"
In sight, a fast horse came through the wind.
The speed was so fast that Qiao Mu didn't even have time to see the other party clearly before he turned around.
That person had already passed by them.
The horse's speed did not slow down at all, and Dao's big palm fell on Feng Jiuer's arm.
With just a slight pull, Jiu'er flew up on his horse and fell into his arms in the blink of an eye.
"Chaiyue, keep up!"
Jiu'er's abandoned horse immediately roared and chased after it with joy.
The speed of chasing the wind and the moon is beyond the reach of other horses.
But in the blink of an eye, the two men and horses had disappeared.
The trees that were left behind looked at the dust being kicked up on the road, and their hearts, which had been in pain for so long, finally relaxed.
Who said he only loves country and not beauty?
Now, isn't it just because of his beauty that he can leave his country behind?
The Ninth Prince will never disappoint anyone...
The sunshine that day was brilliant and golden.
The wind blows on people, warm and sweet.
I don’t know how long it took, but Chai Feng finally slowed down and walked forward slowly.
"You...have ascended the throne today. As the king of a country, how can you run away?"
Having said that, Jiu'er nestled in Di Wuya's arms and never wanted to leave.
Di Wuya's big palm fell on her head and rubbed it gently.
"Are you still angry that I haven't come to see you these days?"
"No." She raised her head and glanced at him. There was a faint hint of darkness in this guy's eyes.
How tiring must it be these days?
She had never seen him so tired.
Di Wuya held her tightly in his arms, lowered his head, buried his face into her neck, and closed his eyes.
"I give this world to Feimu."
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Feng Jiuer's heart was shocked and she wanted to see his face.
But he kept burying his face in the crook of her neck, so she had no chance to see it!
He gave this country to Di Feimu!
Doesn't he even deserve to be emperor?
Di Wuya's thin lips curled up slightly: "Without your country, what's the point of me coming here?"
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer bit her lip, her heart ached and tears almost rolled down her face.
It turns out that the reason he didn't go to her these days was because he was busy.
He was busy stabilizing the country he had just conquered.
Busy handling all the things, and then transfer the country to Di Feimu!
Uncle Nine Emperors is a man who does great things, but every big thing he does is to give her the future she wants.
And she was actually being petty and angry with him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm sorry..."
"Why are you saying sorry? Is it because I have nothing now and you don't want me anymore?"
"You know that's not what I meant..."
If she blames herself, Jiuer doesn't want to talk about it anymore.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the brightest smile in the world was in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter, Uncle Nine Emperors, you are so good-looking, just be a pretty boy. From now on, I will support you!"
Jiu'er pulled the reins and faced the bright sun with a smile on her face.
"When we find daddy, we will be at home all over the world and live a happy life."
"Chasing the wind, chasing the moon, let's go!"
The two men and two horses started galloping through the forest again.
Behind him, a trail of dust rose.
The road ahead is still long, but as long as you are by my side, no matter how long it is, it will definitely be a broad road leading to happiness.
