Xue Ling'er was a little surprised when she heard Han Moyu's command, she was about to talk about persuasion, but she didn't expect Han Moyu to agree so quickly, which was completely unexpected for her. So, she hurriedly called Dong Nuer and a few other little girls to come over to help Han Moyu freshen up, and then went to the cupboard to take out a new set of dresses and held them in front of Miss Han Moyu.

Han Moyu finished washing, looked at the neat stack of pink dresses in front of him, and frowned. There was already a servant girl who picked up the dress and shook it open, wanting to put it on for Han Moyu. Han Mo said with a straight face: "Don't wear this set." Take out the clothes I usually wear. ”

The maid was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Xue Ling'er. Xue Ling'er reacted quickly, she hurriedly smiled and said, "Okay, just wear the clothes you usually wear." You are no more beautiful than before, you are a famous lady. It's more convenient to go out and wear men's clothes. So, I went to get a set of blue-gray clothes that Han Moyu liked to wear, and held it in front of Han Moyu. The shirt was a little old, but it was soft and comfortable to the touch.

Han Moyu nodded. Xue Ling'er shook off the shirt and draped it over Han Moyu. Another maid came to help Han Moyu tidy up his clothes and tie them. Xue Ling'er half-knelt in front of Han Moyu, helped her tie the belt embroidered with cloud patterns, and finally stood up, tidied up her clothes, and smoothed out the creases.

Finally, I combed her hair, tied it up, and finally put on a crown and pinned her bun with a golden hairpin. Han Moyu looked at himself in the dressing mirror, dressed in blue-gray men's clothes, with his hair combed in a bun, and his face was as delicate as ever, and he didn't see any difference from before. If there is a difference, it is that her expression is no longer as vivid as before, but covered with a thin layer of sadness and weakness.

Han Moyu looked at his slightly pale face in the mirror, smiled, and said, "Very good." "Yes, it's good, much better than she expected. is no longer radiant, no longer innocent, no longer has that wildness and aura, and there is only an indescribable loneliness on the body of Han Moyu.

She is now dressed like this, and she does not have the appearance of the wild little boy in the past, but has transformed into a weak scholar with a depressed spirit. What is still not is the shyness, tenderness and charm that should belong to girls. She doesn't have any of these things.

Shen Zhong'an had already arranged the carriage and servants, and a group of people got into the carriage with Han Moyu in their arms and drove towards the outside of the city. Han Moyu sat in the carriage, leaning on the back of the chair, a little drowsy. She felt that she couldn't understand Fu Changyu. Ever since Fu Changyu moved out of the Cold Mansion, she felt as if he had changed as a different person, and there was a thick fog barrier hidden under his eyes, blocking the prying eyes of others.

Han Moyu had a feeling that in this cold mansion, among all the people she knew, it seemed that she was the only one who was the stupidest, the one who exposed her heart. She lay quietly in the room for so many days before she figured out that no matter what she had done, she shouldn't regret it, should she?

No matter whether Fu Changyu loves her, whether she doesn't love her, whether it's true, whether it's false or false, nothing can be changed. She will still be like a person on the verge of drowning grasping at a life-saving straw, trying to hold on to that person and not let go.

……

Xiangji Temple is not very far from the capital, but it is not close, and the carriage has to walk for two hours to arrive. The carriage left the city gate and galloped along the main path towards the south. Along the way, the views are amazing. The trees have sprouted new shoots and new leaves, green and verdant, like a flower roll, to enchant those who are in it.

On both sides of the road, clusters of wildflowers, some yellow, some purple, and some pink, swaying in the wind are beautiful. Even the smell of flowers fills the air. The green hills shrouded in clouds and smoke in the distance are getting closer and closer, and in the car, several young maidservants are talking in a low voice, and they seem very excited in their words. Han Moyu sat in the car, still leaning on the back of the seat, but opened his eyes and looked out the window through the window.

It had just rained, and the air was a little damp, with the smell of earth. Han Moyu is very familiar with such an environment, after all, she has grown up in the mountains since she was a child. But those maids are different, they are all born in the family, and their parents also serve in the cold mansion, almost like the ladies in the city, basically staying at home, let alone going to such a countryside. Therefore, the little girls looked very excited one by one. However, because of the presence of cold ink, they didn't dare to show it too much, just chattered and whispered.

"Look, look, there's a big white finch on the tree! And with such a long tail! A sharp-eyed maid suddenly cried out.

The other two maidservants stretched out their necks to look, and one of them pouted and said, "What a white sparrow, it's really unheard." It was a white shrike, a very rare one. Legend has it that this shrike was incarnated by the son of a prime minister. The prime minister's son was named Birch, intelligent, diligent and studious, honest and honest, and very filial to his parents. His father loved him very much and hoped that he would succeed him in the future. ”

"Who knows, Birch's mother died, and his father married another young and beautiful wife. In order to monopolize the family property in the future, the stepmother designed to frame Birch, and his father was very angry and drove Birch out of the house. After Birch was kicked out of his home, he died of hunger and cold on the road, and later turned into a small bird, which was the Shrike. The maidservant said.

Han Moyu was intrigued and asked, "What about later?" ”

The maidservant said, "Birch knew that his stepmother would kill his father, so he stood in front of his father's window every day and chirped, hoping to attract his father's attention. At this time, his stepmother brought a cup of poisoned wine to his father, and Birch screamed more eagerly, so his father had suspicions, and changed the wine while his stepmother was unprepared. ”

"His stepmother drank her own poisoned wine and died. Only then did his father wake up, knowing that his wife was so bad, and he remembered his son Birch who was kicked out of the house by himself. He recognized the bird as his son Birch. ”

"And then, what about the birds?" A servant girl asked.

"Naturally, it flew away. If you don't have any worries, you will naturally no longer be nostalgic for the world. The maidservant said.

Han Moyu sighed. Xue Ling'er saw that Han Moyu was a little unhappy, so she quickly glared at the maids a few times, signaled them to shut up, and then said to Han Moyu with a smile: "Miss Moyu, that's just some legends. If Miss Moyu likes to listen to it, the slave will tell you something better, right? ”

Han Moyu was about to nod her head, when she suddenly felt the carriage shake violently, and she almost fell off the chair. Fortunately, Xue Ling'er was quick and fell to the ground at that moment, holding Han Moyu. "Miss Moyu, are you alright?" Xue Ling'er hurriedly asked. Han Moyu shook his head, lifted the curtain and looked out, and asked the coachman, "What's wrong?" ”