Yu Shi paused, and suddenly jumped up like a calf tigress and pounced on Fu Xiu, so bright that he didn't look like a gray-haired old woman. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Before the Emperor could react to what she was going to do, he saw her stare at Fuxiu's face for a moment, and regardless of the fact that he was lying in the arms of the Emperor who was now the king, he removed almost half of her shirt and turned to look at Fuxiu's back.

On the back, near the right shoulder, there is a large red mole, which stands out like cinnabar.

"Sure enough, it's Sister Ru'er's daughter, and it's really Sister Ru'er's daughter. Fuxiu, Fuxiu! Yu didn't care about tidying up her clothes, so he immediately snatched her over, hugged her in his arms, and cried bitterly.

Jun Mochu looked at the emperor's empty hand in embarrassment, and then slowly put it down, propped up the ground, and looked at the emperor.

The emperor could not tell whether he was happy or sad. The fatigue of the past few days has made his lips pale and pale, and the folds are slightly cracked with blood, which is now forming an upward but trembling arc, like when it is warm and cold, migratory birds shake their wings that want to open. A casual sigh spread out in the turbulent air, so sad that it didn't seem to come from the mouth of a generation of emperors, but there were two crystalline teardrops, clearly and silently sliding from the corners of his eyes.

"Mama Ru'er..... Such as a child....... Fuxiu, Fuxiu....... I should have thought of it......" He groaned as he slowly approached, stroking Fuxiu's cheek and her black hair, which had already fallen apart.

Fuxiu's eyelashes were like butterfly wings bursting out of the chrysalis, with a warm wetness, and they stretched out slightly, revealing the same damp black eyes.

"Aunt Jia...... Is it Aunt Jia? Fuxiu called out weakly, weakly, weakly, and his slender and white hands caressed and caressed on the face that could still be vaguely familiar, looking for the feeling that made him warm and reassuring when he first met him when he was a child.

"Really...... My aunt ......" Fuxiu suddenly hooked Yu's neck, hugged him tightly, sobbed lowly, his shoulders twitched violently, but he didn't cry loudly like Yu's.

"Don't cry! Fukuxiu don't cry! Aunt Jia used to laugh the most, laughing all day long, just like your mother. At that time, Aunt Jia saw Fuxiu for the first time, and Fuxiu was holding a rag doll sewn by Ru'er's sister all day long, and you were holding it in your hand and laughing when you slept. If you smile like a sister, you have to look good....... It's a pity that Sister Ru'er is blessed and can't see what you look like now...... As long as Aunt Jia sees you smiling, her heart will bloom, and she feels that all the hardships are worth it....... In my dreams for more than ten years, I have dreamed of you Ru'er, sister and you, and you have been smiling silently. Yu cried while wiping Fuxiu's tears with her rough hands.

Did Fukuxiu ever laugh, laugh all day long?

Is that really Fukyu? Borrowing from traveling to famous mountains and rivers, borrowing from reciting poems and songs, borrowing from copying Buddhist and Taoist scriptures to dispel all kinds of incomprehension in his heart, all kinds of sadness and sadness......

Is it really a blessing?

Jun Mochu looked at the emperor, with the usual smile on his lips, but there was a thick layer of ice mist in his bright eyes, moistening the thick black eyelashes.

The Emperor slowly covered his eyes and forehead with his hands, rubbing his wet face, as if trying to calm his emotions.

Outside the door, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, the time is almost here, and the men and horses have been assembled, do you want to set off immediately?" It was the bodyguard who asked cautiously.

Jun Mochu was clear-headed. calmed down his floating mood, coughed lightly, and said: "Your Majesty, this place is not complete, we can't stay for a long time, please start driving north as soon as possible!" ”

The emperor didn't answer, just looked at Fu Xiu and Yu who were still hugging and crying, and silently calculated that the two of them should not have seen each other for more than ten years.

For the sake of Concubine Shu, for herself, for Mama Ru'er and her daughter, the Yu family has obviously taken most of her life, and even sacrificed her family, husband, beloved son, and young daughter...... Finding her good sister's daughter, Fukuxiu, is afraid that it has become her lifelong wish.

And what about Fuxiu?

From a little girl smiling all day long, to a cold woman who speaks little and lacks friends, what did she go through in the years she was in the Naguo Mansion, and how many twists and turns and sufferings did she experience?

The Emperor never knew, she never mentioned it to him, and he never asked her.

For him, she is just the woman he loves most in his life, and there is no one. One sentence, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Na has already encapsulated all the past things of Fuxiu.

He glanced at Jun Mo Chu, who had an indifferent look in his eyes, snorted in his nose, and said in a low voice: "Mo Chu, what happened before Fu Xiu...... You already knew? ”

Jun Mochu didn't dare to hide it, so he had to say softly: "Your Majesty, Wechen has also recently heard Weichen's aunt, Mrs. Jun, mention something. Mrs. Jun is the aunt of Weichen, and the fourth aunt of Fu Guifei Niangniang, as early as when she was in Nafu, her aunt heard some things from the maid who had served the Duchess of Naguo, that is, the biological mother of Fu Guifei Niangniang. It is true that the biological mother of Concubine Fu is called Yu Ruer, and it is indeed the maid who served the Empress Dowager Shu in the palace before, as for the rest, Weichen really doesn't know......"

The emperor recalled Fuxiu's cold temperament and withdrawn behavior, and thought that even if she and Jun Mochu were childhood friends, she had never known proportions, and it was impossible to say too much to Jun Mochu. sighed and said, "That's it, that's it....... Let's wait until we return to the imperial capital and confront the queen mother back then......"

Before he could say his plan, he saw Fu Xiu pull up Yu's family, and said as he ran out: "Aunt Jia, I want to go back to Anyang with them first, and I will send someone to pick you up after settling down in the future...... I'll give you something first......"

A gust of wind opened the door and rolled out.

The Emperor froze for a moment.

Jun Mochu said with a smile: "The noble concubine must be afraid that she will delay the emperor's trip and put the emperor in danger." Your Majesty, you must not let down the noble concubine...... Kind ......"

"I am natural....... No..... If I fail her, I will love her for the rest of my life, even if I die, I will ...... Protect her for the rest of her life......" The emperor exhaled softly and sighed, "Maybe..... I...... Will it really live up to ...... She's ......."

Jun Mo Chu's heart was crossed, and he didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. Even if he still likes her, does if he likes someone, does he have to ask others to like him too? He just needs to stay by her side and silently protect her, and has no other wishes. (To be continued.) )