Chapter 180: Mo Yi Xiaobai's thoughts

"I don't remember what he looked like. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info I was groggy and slumped in the grass, unable to move, and my vision was blurry. ”

"But when I saw the white umbrella in white, I also felt his eyes, which were cold and not like human eyes."

"Yaohua, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Mo Yi Xiaobai sat upright, calm and indifferent.

"Nothing."

Shen Yaohua shook his head, lowered his eyes, picked up the teacup, and sipped it tastelessly.

It is useless to tell Mo Yi Xiaobai the news of Gong Yuyao's arrival.

Gong Yuyao is really as he said, he has never been strong, and he has never done anything, saying it will only increase panic.

If all he tells is a lie, then no one can stop him from doing anything.

Sad!

After all, Gong Yuyao had appeared in Moyi Xiaobai's life, and although it was not clear what role he played, it still made her extremely uneasy.

He shouldn't have come to sabotage Moyi Xiaobai's ascension to the throne, right?

Shen Yaohua suddenly thought of a possibility, and was frightened by his own thoughts, and took a sip of tea, and the heavenly maiden fell all over the table like scattered flowers.

This time, whether she was in the mood or not, she couldn't eat it anymore.

"I'm sorry...... Ahem......"

She apologized to Moyi Xiaobai while coughing, feeling that she had really lost her home this time.

She did something that even she hated.

"And no one is robbing you of anything."

Moyi Xiaobai had nothing to say, smiled and handed over the handkerchief, and changed the cup of tea again to make her feel comfortable.

"Thank you, big brother."

Shen Yaohua wiped the tears he coughed up with a handkerchief, his face was flushed, and he looked pitiful.

Mo Yi Xiaobai rubbed her hair with a smile, and ordered someone to remove the dish, and not long after, another palace person brought a small bowl of snow jade cute little rice balls.

"I think it's almost enough for you to eat another bowl of glutinous rice balls, if you want to eat it at night."

He pushed the rice balls in front of Shen Yaohua, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

Shen Yaohua had already eaten almost, but as soon as he saw the pearl-like rice balls, he immediately forgot the previous embarrassment and ate them cleanly.

Eat and drink enough, unpleasant things are left behind, and gossip arises again.

She stroked her stomach and curled up on the chair, found a comfortable position for herself, and said, "By the way, Brother Xiaobai, how do you know Feng Xianhua?" I heard you're going to marry her? Are you going to marry many, many women? ”

She gossiped several questions in a row, squinting like a cat and waiting for answers.

Mo Yi Xiaobai put down the tea cup, rested his head on the back of the chair with his arms resting, stretched his long legs under the table, half-squinted his eyes like her, and said lightly: "Feng Xianhua is a return to the Feng family, I don't know her, but the Feng family has helped me a lot, I promised them three conditions, as long as it does not involve imperial power and does not damage the country, I will agree." ”

"Oh, it's good that you're not stupid, otherwise what if they were going to be emperors."

Shen Yaohua smiled a little sarcastically.

Feng Xianhua went to see the Feng family, and she really didn't have a good impression of the Feng family.

"I've wronged you!"

Shen Yaohua stretched out his hand and patted Moyi Xiaobai's shoulder, feeling sad that he had to marry Feng Xianhua's woman.

Mo Yi Xiaobai chuckled, his eyes were faint and unwavering.

From the moment he embarked on the road of revenge, he knew that he would never be satisfied again in this life.

At that time, he felt that no one's life would be complete, so he just had to keep moving forward.

He marched on a road full of flesh and thorns, and no matter what difficulties he encountered, he never thought of backing down.

Eventually, he climbed to the top, and it was unbearable to stand on the highest place.

From then on, he had nothing. Gains and losses, since he asked for the crown, there is no more power to ask for anything else.

He has to marry many women he doesn't know or like, and he has to juggle around a group of men and women with different thoughts, no relatives, no friends, and no lovers.

He wasn't his father and didn't have that much luck.

His country was stormy, and perhaps a gust of wind was blown away.

He was a little stunned, and his shoulders suddenly sank slightly.

Shen Yaohua dragged the two chairs together and gently leaned his little head on his shoulder.

She yawned as if she was sleepy, rubbed lightly on his shoulder, and said vaguely, "Do you have a lot of things to do?" ”

"Fortunately, if you are sleepy, there is a couch in the inner room, go in and sleep."

He rubbed her hair, and his heart softened.

He recalled the scene when the two of them were trapped on a small stone platform at the bottom of Chanjuan Lake.

At that time, she was young, less than twelve, stupid and didn't know anything, she didn't know anything, but she was bold.

At that time, he was carrying an indomitable indignation, forgetting his life and death to open up a path for himself today.

He even affected her, the old goddess and the wandering spirit, and almost died at the bottom of Chanjuan Lake.

The little, silly little girl with big dark and bright eyes had leaned on him like this, depended on him, trusted him, and never felt that he owed her, nor would she ask him anything in return.

He had thought about giving her wealth and glory and a stable life.

For example, if you make her a princess and let her stay by his side, when he is tired and tired, there is such a place, there is such a person who will show him a warm and bright smile without any scheming.

In fact, there is a more intimate way, which is also the life he yearns for the most.

That's his parents' life.

One is the emperor, the other has never had a concubine, and Shen Zhuxi has always been just the emperor's wife, the only wife.

She can not only accompany her beloved man on the battlefield, but also build a beautiful place for him to stay away from the hustle and bustle.

The small courtyard has been renovated by him, trying to retain its former appearance.

But when he saw the familiar scenery but could no longer see the familiar people, he set fire to the small courtyard again.

At that moment, he understood that it was not the flowers and trees, not the pavilions and pavilions that could make people unforgettable, but the person who gave them their souls.

The two men he respected and admired the most were gone, and everything in the garden was dead.

As he stared at the courtyard that was slowly engulfed by the flames, he wondered if he was lucky enough to meet someone who would make his path to emperor not desolate.

At that time, he thought of Shen Yaohua's laughter, and then he laughed too.

Shen Yaohua will not be like Shen Zhuxi, who can be bright and soft, can kill the enemy on the battlefield, and can hang his head and make flowers.

She is soft-hearted and does not dare to kill, she is coarse-hearted, she will not fiddle with flowers and plants, and she should not be a good wife and mother.

If she had a child, she would have led the child up the tree and down the river during the day, and the child to hunt ghosts and demons at night.

She's a child herself, and a few more children might be a bit of a fuss, but when you think about it, there's nothing wrong with that.

He just floated a hazy picture of the future, and the Feng family came, the Yan family, the Sun family, and the He family...... Those who have helped him a lot have come......

Those hazes were like a gust of wind, and they dissipated in a blink of an eye.

He doesn't have the courage of Emperor Xuanhua, and he can't repeat the mistakes of the past.

In the past, the iron bucket-like rivers and mountains will be toppled at one time, not to mention the wind and rain now.

Not only did he marry those women, but he also had to treat them with courtesy, reconcile them in the middle, and hold firmly on those unstable things in his hands.

So, he can't have extravagant hopes.