Mo Ruo watched the footprints in front of him step on the ground steadily, and the doubts in his heart became more and more.

Walk into the alley and get away from the crowds.

Mo Qing hugged Zhang Xue, Zhang Xue looked at Mo Qing, every time she looked closely, she felt that there was no one more beautiful than him in the world.

Mo Ruo barely managed to keep up with Mo Qing's speed almost at a trot, and couldn't help but scold: What a man who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade! Could it be that this guy really only has Zhang Xue as a female doll in his eyes?

When he arrived at the door of the Zhang family's mansion, Mo Qing slowed down, Mo Ruo hurriedly stepped forward, panting slightly, frowning and saying, "What are you doing so fast!"

At this time, Mo Ruo is extremely tempting, and a man will be tempted, but... Mo Qing actually ignored it!

This frustration increased even more, Mo Ruo gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Qing, crossed the threshold and walked in.

Inside the house, Huang Nianzhu had already prepared a meal and waited for everyone to come back, but Huang Limei still stayed in the house and did not go out.

Mo Qing put Zhang Xue down and said, "Go eat, I'll go back to the house to rest." Zhang Xue nodded, turned around and pulled Mo Ruo, and said, "Let's go! Sister Mo Ruo, let's go eat!"

When Zhang Xue was holding his hand, Mo Ruo felt a cold behind him, and a murderous aura struck, raised his head to look at Mo Qing, but found that he was long gone.

Mo Qing did not return to the courtyard, but went to the storage room.

The brocade bags and wooden boxes were thrown aside, and a short jade flute appeared in front of him, delicate and dripping emerald green with wisps of blood, like a bewitching woman.

Soon the scarred Ying appeared to lie on the ground weakly, looking at Mo Qing with hateful eyes, but when he saw the short jade flute, his pale face was even more terrifying.

Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ying coldly, her reaction was unexpectedly bad.

Jiang Ying trembled and said, "Throw it away!" Hurry up!

Mo Qing said faintly: "Whose thing is it?"

Jiang Ying shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!ah!" and then smiled: "Haha... He's coming... He's coming!" looked at Mo Qing with incomparably pitying eyes, and mocked: "You will all die, you will all be buried in his hands..."

Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ying coldly, ignored her crazy words, and turned to leave the storage room.

Jiang Ying smiled and laughed but cried, the desolate cry hurt in his heart, and muttered: "Su Lang... Are you back?" looked at the Su character engraved on the short jade flute, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently held the short jade flute, the cold and piercing pain, even the ghost was hurt by the cold.

Even if his hand was stinging, Jiang Ying didn't let go, put it on his cheek, and rubbed it gently, every time it was a piercing pain, but he showed an extremely gentle expression.

With endless expectation in his misty eyes, he said softly, "Su Lang... Su Lang... Are you back to take Ying'er away? Concubine... I miss you so much... I miss you so much..."

Mo Qing returned to the room and saw Zhang Xue practicing calligraphy seriously, so she didn't bother and left directly.

As soon as Mo Qing walked for a while, Mo Ruo walked in, looked at Zhang Xue practicing calligraphy seriously, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Xue'er, she is writing." "Glancing at the house, I didn't see Mo Qing's figure.

Zhang Xue nodded, and only after finishing writing did she raise her head to look at Mo Ruo who came over. Mo Ruo looked at the two pieces of rice paper on the table, and could see at a glance whose words it was, and said with a smile: "Is this Mo Qing's words? ”

Zhang Xue shook her head and said, "No, this is the word of the ghost brother." He took out a calligraphy painting from the next few paintings, spread it out and said, "This is the character of the husband." ”

Mo Ruo's eyes changed slightly, smiled lightly, and said to himself: "What an unfathomable person." "The words written by Mo Qing are imitations of Zhang Xue's words, which are similar to Zhang Xue's words.

Zhang Xue smiled and didn't speak, and put away the calligraphy and painting.

Mo Ruo said: "Let's go, go and see the lanterns, if you stay in the house all the time, it will be stuffy." ”

Zhang Xue nodded, and didn't forget to leave a note for Mo Qing before leaving.

Shortly after August 15, there will still be lanterns to watch, and Mo Ruo will not sing tonight, so he will take Zhang Xue around.

The street was very lively, Mo Ruo took Zhang Xuedong to look west, looked at the innocent smiling face, and smiled slightly, I couldn't help but think, how long can such a smile be maintained?

Zhang Xue licked the candy man, looked at the people around her, let Mo Ruo pull herself through the crowd, looking for familiar people from the crowd, and saw Uncle Zhang and a few uncles next door drunk, Aunt Zhang, who was selling steamed buns, was talking and laughing with others, and the people who came and went seemed to be getting along happily.

A strange feeling came to her heart, Zhang Xue was stunned for a moment, and a tall figure walked by, until the person's breath disappeared, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Ruo squatted down, holding her pale and colorless face in his hand, and shouted anxiously: "Xue'er, Xue'er!" Looking at her godless eyes, she was as stunned as if she had lost her soul.

Zhang Xue came back to her senses, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Mo Ruo in front of her, smiled slightly, and said, "Sister Mo Ruo, I'm fine." Let's go and see the lanterns, I can't see it if I'm late! Sister Mo Ruo hasn't seen it! I've been singing in the pear garden. He pulled her forward, but the feeling was always haunted in her heart and she couldn't leave.

Mo Ruo said "um" and walked with Zhang Xue, still wondering what happened just now, why was Zhang Xue so afraid?

On the Qingtou slope, Mo Qing under the moon is a lonely and lonely figure, a peach blossom appears in his hand, and he seems to be able to smell a fragrance of flowers, which is the fragrance in memory, and the figure in the memory is gradually visible.

"Queen Mother, you once said that if there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and you are willing to hold hands with your father until you are old... Child, I'd rather you be ruthless..."

The woman who spent her whole life loving him ruthlessly, was killed by him mercilessly.

"The Queen Mother... Don't you really regret it?"

The woman of memory was lying in her arms covered in blood, and at the last moment, it was the man she loved who was still thinking about it...

The stream flows westward, and one after another the lanterns go away with the water, and the peach blossom lanterns in their hands gently fall on the water, together with the many lotus lanterns, and their eyes follow the direction they go away.

Once upon a time, I also had the luxury of thinking that the queen mother would turn into a ghost like herself, live in the world in another way, and watch herself silently, but there was only a skeleton of the queen mother in the grave of the queen mother, and there was no trace of ghosting.

Mo Ruo squatted down beside the stream, gently pushing the lotus lamp in his hand away, and his soft gaze hid a trace of sadness.

Zhang Xue looked into the distance and felt a kind of sadness, but she couldn't tell whose sadness it was.