Chapter 815: Hold it in your own hands
The faint morning light illuminated her face, her smile was clear, her eyes were bright, and there was an indescribable beauty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
He knew what she meant.
It's dawn, and it's time for him to go to the morning court.
This is his duty and obligation as emperor.
But on such a sunny morning, seeing her smile blooming like a flower, he suddenly wanted to leave this heavy burden on his shoulders, and he longed to be an ordinary person.
At such a time, going to a quiet place with your beloved girl, even if you don't say anything, just sit quietly and look at each other hand in hand, it is indescribably beautiful.
"Ning'er, come with me. He made up his mind, took her by the hand, and led her to the horse she had ridden.
With a slight grip between his legs, the horse galloped.
"Where are you going to take me? Hey, Mochuan, aren't you going to the early dynasty?"
The refreshing morning breeze blew on her face, Shen Ning opened her eyes wide in Mo Chuan's arms, and she found that Mo Chuan was not taking her in the direction of returning to Kyoto, nor in the direction of Namu Co leaving, but galloping in the direction of the rising sun.
"Well, no. Mo Chuan replied firmly.
He grasped the reins of the horse and controlled the direction of the journey, and his future life should be held firmly in his hands like the reins of this horse!
Shen Ning didn't ask anymore, she leaned into his arms and closed her eyes quietly.
No matter where Mo Chuan takes her, she doesn't care, his direction is her direction, she will be with him for the rest of her life, and she will never be separated.
The horse finally stopped, and Mo Chuan jumped off the horse and reached out to catch Shen Ning as well.
Shen Ning found that they were in the middle of a farmland, the crops in a large vegetable field were growing happily, green, and there were farmers in the fields who were watering and fertilizing the crops.
"Uncle, do you need help? We can help you water the crops. ā
Mo Chuan took Shen Ning's hand and approached an old man with gray hair, who was sitting on the ridge in the field with a straw hat and panting, with two large buckets of water beside him, it seemed that he couldn't pick it up halfway, and sat on the side of the road to rest.
Hearing this, the old man was surprised and delighted, and when he looked up at Mo Chuan, he found that it was a stranger, and hesitated again.
"This little brother, you want to help me carry water? I don't have any money for you. ā
"We don't want money, we just see that the old man is working hard to carry water, and we want to help ourselves. Mo Chuan replied with a smile.
The old man saw that Mo Chuan was handsome and polite, and the girl beside him was like a flower, and she didn't look like a bad person, so he nodded.
"Little brother, you have a good heart, then please help me carry this load of water to the other side, as for this girl, it's better to sit here and rest, don't tire your lady." ā
When they heard the words "your lady", Mo Chuan and Shen Ning couldn't help but blush, looked at each other and smiled.
"Okay, Ning'er, you can rest here for a while, I'll help this old man water and come." ā
Mo Chuan effortlessly picked up the two large buckets of water, and under the guidance of the old man, walked to the field, and carefully watered the green crops.
After the two buckets of water were watered, he went to pick up two more buckets, until he had watered all the fields of the old man's house, and then he carried the empty buckets back to the old man, still blushing and panting.
"Uncle, your crops are growing so well, and this year seems to be another bumper harvest. He said heartily.