It was night, and the rain was pouring down.

Hua Tianyan nested on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her heart was full of the shadows of Mo Xichen and Mu Qing. For a while, the fairy boy in white clothes, and the heroic and domineering young emperor for a while, all kinds of things in between, were cut constantly, and the rationalization was chaotic.

Although Hua Qianyan is arrogant and domineering, I do my own thing, and I don't care about the world's vision, but one thing is best, I have self-knowledge, what I look like, I know it clearly, and it is already a great pleasure in life to be able to marry a man I admire. Whenever I think of this fairy-like fiancé, in the Yudai River, I rescued myself in a warm embrace, at this time, there is still residual warmth; gently comforted the embarrassed self who knelt in front of the crystal palace, and sent himself home safely; Mo Xichen, who did not shy away from saying that he was useless, and was thoughtful for himself everywhere; In the cherry blossom forest, Mo Xichen splashed ink and devoted himself to painting portraits of himself.

Mo Xichen, three words, has long been deeply engraved in Hua Qianyan's heart, lingering.

As for Mu Qing, who only has a beauty in his eyes, compared with Mo Xichen, it is a heaven and a place, Mo Xiang is a young prime minister, he is shocking and shocking, and he is stunning and moves the world, whether it is civil governance and martial arts, he is the dragon among people. On the contrary, the so-called true dragon son is a gentleman, lingering in the flowers all day and night, decorating all kinds of beauties with large sums of mercury jewelry, eroding and luxurious life, revealing this corrupt atmosphere everywhere.

For this emperor of wine and meat, Hua Qianyan hates how much he hates it, let alone marries him.

"Boom" thunder, rain, heavier and heavier.

Still wearing a silver-white robe, Mo Xichen knelt in the heavy rain, the heavy rain was wet, there was no infinite scenery in the past, the rain drenched Mo Xichen through, the silver-white robe was close to the body, and the straight back became more and more obvious.

"Xichen go back, Yan'er is not blessed to marry you, and you can't ruin your good future because of Yan'er." Hua Yong came with an umbrella to shield Mo Xichen from the rain overhead.

"Letting Yan'er enter the palace will ruin her life." Mo Xichen admitted that he liked Hua Tianyan, a woman who dared to love and hate, since Mu Qing did not want to see the Mo family and the Hua family marry, Mo Xichen could only use this method to punish himself, and he also hoped that in this way, Mu Qing could be relieved.

"This is Yan'er's life, and we can't change it." Across the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, Hua Yong looked up at the sky, remembering the day Yan Er was born, the sky was red and generous, attracting people to think that the Taoist chief descended from the sky, and the Taoist chief said: This woman is a disaster.

Hua Yong and his wife naturally didn't believe it, how could their good daughter become a disaster.

But after some explanations by the Taoist, Hua Yong and his wife had to believe that when their daughter was born, a vision appeared in the sky, and the Taoist came from the clouds, which was not comparable to those magic sticks.

Poor little tilting face, when he was three years old, he was a flower and moon appearance, and he had attracted many sons of families to compete for it, and even saw blood, Hua Yong and Li Yulan did not dare to slack off, and when they were confused by the cold and cold, they brought the mask given by the Taoist chief to Xiao tilting Yan, and this area was more than ten years.