When the cool breeze blew, the pink peach blossoms also fell all over the ground, spread on the ground, and Han Moyu wore thin clothes and sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and stroked the qin. In the silent courtyard, the long and long sound of the piano sounded, which was intoxicating.

This piano was learned from Murong Huang, and in just a few days, Hanmo played it well. Maybe she was born with generality, but she always felt that sometimes the random flicking of her fingers would play a beautiful piece of music. Just like the self you saw in your dreams.

"Young master, please go back to the bedroom, it's windy here. After the song ended, Xue Ling'er whispered in Han Moyu's ear and put on a coat for her.

The spring sky is unusually clear, clean like a mirror. There was not even a trace of clouds hanging in the sky, and the sun shone on the body, warm, not warm, but very soft, like the morning sun. The ground was covered with thick, dry petals, and when you stepped on them, they made a rustling sound, like insects whispering.

In such a spring, Han Moyu's heart is full of loneliness like the swirling and falling petals. Not being able to sing, she almost went insane. Fortunately, she learned this good hand again, so that any pain can be vented through the sound of the piano.

"Young master, it's windy, it's heavy outside, let's go back, right? You've been playing the piano here all afternoon, aren't you tired?" Seeing that Han Moyu didn't move, Xue Ling'er asked again. "I've ordered someone to make you a hot tea to warm your stomach, and you can take a sip when you go back to the house later, it will ward off the cold. ”

"Xue Ling'er, after I hold the weak crown ceremony, will I marry you, okay?" Han Moyu didn't answer Xue Ling'er's words, but looked at the clear sky, suddenly asked, and stopped plucking the strings.

Xue Ling'er was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Han Moyu to say this, her heart was full of joy, and the joy quickly poured into her heart, making her choke up and speechless; she immediately fell to the ground and said: "Young Master Moyu, the slave is willing to be a cow and a horse, and serve the young master forever!" This happiness came too suddenly, so that Xue Ling'er was powerless. "Good. Han Moyu smiled faintly: "However, it may be very hard." ”

Xue Ling'er looked at Han Moyu's lost eyes, and her heart was a little panicked. She knew the mind of the young master Moyu. Nothing could be hidden from her eyes. The hard work that Young Master Mo Yu said may mean that his heart is not in her, but he is concerned about his brother Fu Changyu, right? Anyone, with such a husband with such a heart, will not be happy, right? However, she Xue Ling'er doesn't care. Because, that's not what she wants.

She also knew that when Young Master Moyu said this, a large part of the ingredients were the hands and feet she did in the house that day, which made Han Moyu feel apologetic. In this way, she felt that if she did not tell the truth, she would be uneasy. So, she hesitated for a long time, thinking about how to say it and express the meaning, and not let Han Moyu dislike her too much, and whispered: "Actually, nothing happened in those days...... You're just sleeping next to me and in your clothes...... As for that...... That blood is the water from Aoi from me...... If the young master gave me a promise because of this......"

"I know. Han Mo said, looking up at the sky, not wanting to elaborate, "I also know that you don't like me, but you want someone to rely on." And I, on the other hand, need a woman in name. We just take what we need. ”

That's right. She said coldly, maybe she won't be able to change back into women's clothes in this life. That day, after talking to Mrs. Han, her future fate was doomed. Mrs. Han said that the Han Mansion does not need a woman to support the façade, what the Han Mansion needs is a concubine who can inherit the title. Therefore, whether Han Moyu is willing or not, he has to continue to pretend, perhaps, for a lifetime.

In the future, she will have to "marry" a woman according to Mrs. Han's arrangement, and her mother has even planned where their children will come from. Because Mrs. Han still needs the Han Mansion, her royal son will also need it, so the Han Mansion can't just fall like this.

Xue Ling'er was said to be in her heart and didn't speak for a long time. A flock of birds chirped overhead and landed on a tree branch not far away. The tree, which had lost its leaves last winter, had not yet grown new leaves, and looked sparse and trembling slightly in the evening breeze.

"Young Master Moyu actually likes the eldest young master. Xue Ling'er stared blankly at the noisy birds, and suddenly came out with a damn word. When the words came out, she was shocked into a cold sweat.

Han Mo was startled, and the door wrapped in layers of her heart was pierced so easily, which made her shudder. She clenched her fists tightly, not knowing what to say. What is like?Do I really like him?No, it's not!

Han Mo roared: "What do you know?!A mouth is spreading rumors like this, do you want to have your tongue cut out?!"

"Young master, the slave maid accidentally saw the piece of paper with the name of His Royal Highness the Young Master written on it, and only then did she know the young master's thoughts. Rest assured, the slave has burned all the waste paper to ashes, and nothing will be left. Young master, don't worry, the slave won't talk about it. The slave maid just wanted to say to the young master, if you want to be happy, you should fight for it, instead of waiting here alone. The eldest young master has a heart for you, and the slave can see it. Xue Ling'er was so shocked that she hurriedly knelt on the ground and said stubbornly.

Han Mo was stunned for a long time, then suddenly clenched his fists tightly and roared viciously: "Give me a palm!"

Xue Ling'er knelt on the ground and slapped herself in the mouth, only after a few fannings, Han Moyu shouted to stop, and then shouted: "Get out of here!!"

Xue Ling'er saluted and slowly withdrew from the pavilion.

Han Moyu sat against the pillar of the Hua Pavilion, his brows furrowed. If you want to be happy, you should go for it, not wait here alone?, she suddenly slammed her fist to the floor as if she were angry, and blood oozed from the back of her hand. How do I fight for ?!! to make it sound good!!!How do I go about it?!

Mo Chunlan, the only one who knew her background, died, and no clues were left; in the cold mansion, the old people who knew the news had long since disappeared, and those newcomers probably didn't know anything. And Steward Nie and Mama Li of Ning Mansion may know the inside story, but they can't make them speak. There is no way to confirm her life experience, she can only live in the name of the concubine of Hanfu. How can she have a future with him?

"Young Master Han Moyu, what are you doing here!" Han Moyu heard a familiar voice behind him. It's Murong Huang!

Han Moyu turned around, only to see that Murong Huang had already walked over, with a beautiful face, but it was still pale in color.

"Why are you here?" said Han Moyu in surprise.

But seeing Murong Huang smile slightly, he sat down opposite Han Moyu: "What, aren't you welcome?" His childish face was covered with incomprehensible vicissitudes of life that were not commensurate with his age, and his clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at this time, and he looked particularly enchanting. "I'm here to take refuge, can't I?" said Murong Huang with a smile. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "Demon Emperor Demon Concubine Claw Book House" for free for the first time.