A cicada chirping. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The towering trees in the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall shade the daylight.

Du Yunluo and Mu Lianhui both stood under the sun, and no one avoided them.

Mu Lianhui is also dressed according to the grade of the feudal monarch, and the costume of the township monarch is not more complex and thick than that of Mrs. Hou's crown dress, but compared to Mu Lianhui's usual outfit like Qing Shui Hibiscus, it still looks much grander.

It also sank a lot.

It's just winter days, it's exactly the middle of July, and after a while of sunburning, both of them have a layer of sweat on their faces, not to mention under their clothes.

It's hot, it's stuffy, it's breathless.

Du Yunluo is like this, and so is Mu Lianhui.

No one is better than the other.

Thinking of this, when Du Yunluo spoke, her tone was much calmer: "What about you? Do you want him back? ”

Mu Lianhui's eyebrows moved, turned his head, looked at the layers of tablets in the ancestral hall, and his smile was a little bitter: "Yunluo, you are in charge, I can do whatever I want." ”

This is true.

Du Yunluo sneered and didn't refute her.

Mu Lianhui never wanted to return home smoothly, leaving the Pingyang Hou Mansion was the first step, she wanted a child, a flesh and blood that she conceived in October.

If the Lian family is in charge, the second room will be much more careful, and it will not let Mu Lianhui get what he wants.

Only Du Yunluo is in charge, as long as she can cover the surface with a quilt, without losing face or losing her inside, she will not pay attention to Mu Lianhui's messy things.

"Yunluo, you see, the two of us, plus Nan Yan, the three of us have stirred up this life completely different from before," Mu Lianhui lowered her voice, a little mockery and helplessness in her tone, and a little doubtful, "But now, it's July of this year, and the three of us, no one knows if this life will be stacked on top of each other." ”

Du Yunluo pursed her lips, and suddenly she thought of what the county lord of Nanyan had said in the main hall of Guoning Temple.

"I care about this year," Du Yunluo's voice was deep, "What the county lord cares about should be the twenty-seventh year of Yong'an, you, the township...... What year do you care? In the end, the three of us are still different. ”

After saying this, Du Yunluo smiled faintly at Mu Lianhui and turned to leave.

Mu Lianhui listened to the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away, she didn't look back, but her heart was empty a little bit, the footsteps were like a spoon, slowly, and her heart was hollowed out.

With her eyes lowered, she sniffed and let out a long sigh.

It's all the same again, Du Yunluo and Nan Yan have things that they care about and can't forget so much, but what about her?

What she was after seemed to be a little ethereal......

What year do you care?

She didn't seem to care what year it was.

She wanted children, she cared about children, but she couldn't even remember his smile or his voice.

It's not that I don't want to remember, it's that I don't dare to think about it.

From the very beginning, she knew that she would no longer be involved with Li Luan in this life, she would not marry Li Luan, and she would not bet her fate on the impossible rebellion of King Rui's father and son.

Without Li Luan, how can she still have the child between her and Li Luan in her previous life?

After all, you can't get it in this life, and the child you can have is not the one in the previous life, so don't think about it, don't think about it......

If you don't want to, you really forgot about it, anyway, after a few decades, half of her life in the imperial mausoleum, she didn't even know whether her son was alive or dead.

Mu Lianhui thought that she didn't care, but at this moment, she was forced to be speechless by Du Yunluo.

There is no turning back.

Subconsciously, Mu Lianhui raised her hand and covered her lower abdomen, her movements were gentle and gentle, she was waiting, waiting for a child that belonged to her.

Du Yunluo returned to Shaoxi Garden, and Jin Rui and Jin Lan waited for her to change into her crown clothes, and prepared water for her to freshen up.

Mu Lianxiao's expedition was imminent, and the people below knew that Du Yunluo's mood was not high, and she was more and more careful in her work.

Du Yunluo cleaned up, put on her wet long hair, opened the cage, didn't let others do it, and picked out clothes for Mu Lianxiao one by one.

suppressed the mess in his mind, flipped through it, and had to stop again.

The boxes in the house are all the best clothes, and the ones they wore when they lived in Beijing were full of the nobility of the sons of the noble hairpin family, but they were not worn by the sons of the battlefield.

Those clothes were mostly collected in the study in front, and at this time, the Jiuxi who got the letter were already preparing.

Du Yunluo asked Jinrui to cover the cage, only picked out some obscene/clothing and foot socks inside, and then sat in the east room, continuing to accept the insoles that had not been finished a few days ago.

When Mu Lianxiao came in, the needle and thread on Du Yunluo's hand hadn't gone a few stitches.

Looking at each other, Du Yunluo wanted to say something, but Mu Lianxiao's eyebrows wrinkled.

Jin Rui hurriedly took people out, leaving the two couples to speak by themselves.

Mu Lianxiao entered the inner room, and when he came out again, he was still holding a handkerchief, and he sat down next to Du Yunluo and carefully wiped her long hair.

"It's still a little wet," Mu Lianxiao said while wiping, "Okay, the scar forgot the pain." ”

Du Yunluo wanted to refute, but when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't help but giggle.

Occasionally, she fell asleep without drying her hair, and when she woke up the next day, her head hurt badly, so she hugged Mu Lianxiao and coaxed her hands softly, and the two of them had their own fun, but he was reluctant to give her a headache.

Du Yunluo closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a while, and finally took the handkerchief: "I'll come by myself, you quickly change your clothes." ”

Mu Lianxiao was so angry, in order to receive the holy decree and put on such a body, after an hour or two, he was already in a panic.

He went to the clean room to clean up, changed into his regular clothes, and was refreshed.

"Yunluo." Mu Lianxiao grabbed Du Yunluo's waist and subconsciously tightened it.

Before receiving the decree, he sensed his wife's emotions, but time was short, so he couldn't help but comfort him at that time, and when he received the decree, he talked to the chamberlain who delivered the decree, and it was delayed until now.

Just listening to him call her name, Du Yunluo's voice was a little astringent, she inhaled the tip of her nose, suppressed that little bit of caution, hugged Mu Lianxiao back, and took a heavy breath on his chest.

Between breaths, it was the clean smell of soap on Mu Lianxiao's body.

Du Yunluo raised her head, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red: "The alien races in the southwest will never be more fierce than the Tartars, right......?"

Actually, there are still a lot of things she wants to say, but those words, over and over, have been said a few times before he went on the expedition, and even the words threatening him to remarry if he is not widowed were said before the surprise attack on Gumeili, and Du Yunluo couldn't change the tricks.

Besides, Mu Lianxiao knows her "Huangliang dream", no matter what she threatens, she can't deceive anyone.

Du Yunluo tried hard to hook the corners of her lips, and her voice was soft and glutinous: "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Only this sentence, she will tell him every time, is her sincerity. (To be continued.) )