Rejection is invalid, and the status quo is settled. He strode out of the study. Along the way, the maidservants saluted and gave way. Standing on both sides with his head bowed in a regular manner, this made Mu Qing very impressed, the reason why Mo Zhuoche is called the king of war, his ability to kill the enemy bravely is not weak, and his ability to seize fighters with strict military discipline is even better, his eyes are deep into his eyes, and the unexpected gaze pierces the bottom of his heart, Qing'er unnaturally abandons his eyes, attracting him bursts of hearty laughter.

The smoke rising in the kitchen was not pungent, faint, Mu Qing carefully turned the bamboo tube, half an hour, the rice fragrance wrapped in a strong smell of meat lingered in the room, the cold air outside hit people, and the indoor was warm like summer.

The food on the iron plate is almost over, Mu Qing sprinkled the seasoning he prepared into it, skillful techniques, inadvertently raised his hands, smiled, Mo Zhuoche seemed to be in happiness, I hope time will stop here.

In a trance, I remembered that a few years ago, he was looking forward to being able to work with the woman he loved, at sunrise and at sunset. This momentary satisfaction filled the empty space in his heart for a long time, "When will you make bamboo rice, before, someone has made it for me, I don't know if I can eat that kind of bamboo rice in this life." ”

Mo Zhuoche's affection couldn't help but exchange for Mu Qing's deeper guilt, she couldn't tell him who she really was. The temperature on the iron plate was very high, and if I was not careful, the fingers of the green and white jade burned red for a small time.

Mo Zhuoche sucked in distress, she was in pain, and he was in pain. Mu Qing's heart is like a mirror, such an infatuated man, any woman will be tempted, she is not a saint, but she also knows that both of them have grudges on their backs, and they want to move in different directions, once they decide to be together, they must learn to let go, she hesitated, for so many years, she just wanted to ask if her biological mother had ever cared about her.

The aroma of bamboo rice lingered, Mo Zhuoche tasted the familiar taste, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "You also like this kind of bacon rice, put some sweet potatoes and bacon, especially the taste of mixing them together, Qing'er used to make bacon rice for me, especially when I was unhappy, I hid in a place where only we know to enjoy the food." ”

"Are you fighting on the battlefield when you are young, and your joints often hurt, or don't stay in a dark and damp place often, are you still drinking gout tea?" Mu Qing said casually, she didn't know that these were the secrets of Mo Zhuoche and Qing'er, even Concubine Rong didn't know, Qing'er wouldn't tell Mu Qing, so how could she know.

"Did you forget to bring it again when you came out, I'll give you some later, remember to take it on time." Qing'er turned around unhurriedly, and then casually poured herself a cup of tea. Mo Zhuoche watched her movements, watching her slowly pick up the teapot and pour tea into the teacup. The fragrance of tea is scarce, and the mist is like fog. The white mist wrapped around the hand that was also like white jade, I don't know if the mist hazy rendered the hand, or the fingers were as fat as jade, inferior to the fog.

She is obviously in the red dust, but her whole body is full of an elegant and clean air that does not belong to the dirt of mortal dust. Such a woman seems to be ...... Some are so unattainable that you can't take your eyes off them. His eyes tightened, and he smiled again.

"Che'er, didn't you see your mother coming?" A slightly angry question, the arrival of the concubine undoubtedly broke the tranquility here, she was wearing a blue palace cotton skirt, cloud temples were high, and a jasper hairpin was inserted in her temples, which was beautiful and refined. The waist is slender, the posture is like a weak willow supporting the wind, and the eye waves are flowing, and the light is shining. Against the backdrop of the night, it makes people convulsed, and it is not the beauty of hell who seduces the soul and escapes. Mu Qing was speechless, whether Concubine Rong regarded the King of War as her son or her private property, as if someone else was going to snatch her son.

However, Rong Guifei is from Miaojiang, where there are beauties, and Rong Guifei can be perfectly verified by this, and she is naturally carved and decorated, which is beautiful.

Mu Qing's red lips pursed slightly, and his stunned kung fu was already taken care of by Mo Zhuoche. The concubine's anger rose even higher in an instant, she was pregnant in October, carefully taught, and finally grew into a man who was both civil and military, and had great intelligence, but she almost died because of her infatuation with a woman, not to mention, and she is still obsessed, so her tangled indignation has to be taken for granted.

Mu Qing pondered for a long time, just now with a glimpse, she actually learned Rong Guifei's thoughts in an instant, yes, she just regarded the war king as a private item, one that could only be driven by her, and she couldn't let go of other women in her eyes, Rong Guifei's love for her son was undoubtedly distorted, and even disgusting, Mu Qing suddenly felt sorry for Mo Zhuoche, he had not had a good time all these years.

Mama Grandma and the palace maid stood not far away, and when she saw Concubine Rong coming violently, she was already displeased, and she shouted at this time, which was really unseemly.

Mama Nan took a few steps forward and asked sharply: "You are a disgusted concubine in the palace of the Mexican Kingdom, how can He De become the mother-in-law of my princess of the northern kingdom, I don't think about the emperor's grace, and I still make a lot of nonsense here, which is really ridiculous." ”

Mo Zhuoche is a person who practices martial arts, his ears are deaf and his eyes are clear, and the sound of small footsteps has already entered his ears, if it weren't for his black eyes, he could only accommodate one person, and his mother was making things difficult everywhere, which had already made him upset and unbearable. Mu Qing's skin is like condensation, her long eyelashes are like a fan, and her eyes are like cold stars, and the hard-won harmony was interrupted by her mother, no wonder Mu Qing has scruples, her mother doesn't want to see her, how can Mu Qing's arrogant temperament be tolerated. Second Chinese Network

"The mother concubine urged her son to marry a wife three years ago, hoping that her children and grandchildren would be able to inherit her knees in her lifetime. The son is about to work hard, but the mother is blocked everywhere, is it possible that the mother thinks that after her son becomes an adult, it will be controlled and manipulated by others? ”

The disdain in his tone was undisguised, he didn't like to be manipulated between applause, his mother was a blood feud, and the girl's innocent mind had long been replaced by a bloody conspiracy, he was accustomed to it, but he didn't want Mu Qing to fall into it.

"You? First of all, I swore that I liked your fourth brother's wife, which was nondescript, and now, the old person in my heart has not gone, and I want to accept the new person into what system. ”

"According to the meaning of the mother's concubine, the son should guard the mother's concubine for the rest of his life, and no woman can get close to the child." Others say that Concubine Rong should be a deaf ear, the king of war, her son used a contemptuous tone to turn her dirty thoughts into self-defeating, where does she have face?

His tone was low, very different from the usual warmth and slowness, Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he shook his head indifferently at him, signaling that she was okay.

His expression tightened, and an inexplicable vibration spread in his heart. When the mother concubine and Qing'er were up to him, Qing'er also acted like this, which made his heart inexplicably relieved.

"If it weren't for the mother's obstruction, how could we be so passive, I can't show my true face, Qing'er has also become the princess of Jin, the mother is satisfied with the decision to break up the two of us back then, turning over the hands into clouds, covering hands for rain, in the eyes of the mother, power is everything, and the happiness of your son is just a step on your chessboard. But now, my son decided to let go, Mu Qing and I are the result of the marriage between the two countries, but it is also my own volition, Mu Qing will be the person my son will take care of in the future. Mo Zhuoche's indifferent tone did not look like a question, but instead told a story that had nothing to do with him.

"Qing'er's life experience is not simple, if it is really your third aunt's flesh and blood, the mother concubine will definitely not temporarily cut off your karma, if you like it, the mother concubine will try her best to help you get it, but she can't. At the beginning, you kept questioning your mother, it was because Murong Qian was in power, but you didn't value her, that your mother wanted to stop you from being together. In fact, the mother concubine is not hard-hearted, she is not Murong Qian's blood, but she is the real master of the Murong family, do you think Murong Qian will allow her to live well? Your safety is the whole day of the concubine, and the slightest damage will not be allowed by the concubine. ”

Boom, a shocking thunder opened a winding opening in the sky, and the downpour of rain fell down, like a thousand needles and threads sewing the dark and silent Qiankun densely.

The housekeeper hurriedly closed the window, and after only a moment's effort, his face and body were stained with a lot of rainwater.

"That's a thing of the past, the mother concubine doesn't have to worry about it, now, the son wants to be with Mu Qing, if the mother concubine wants to object, then let it be, the son doesn't want to disobey the mother concubine, and ask the mother concubine to do it herself."

Right and wrong, grievances and grievances, obsessed with many years. She hurt, she hurt, she was numb after all. Now I hear it again, suddenly, things are people, and there is no longer what it used to be, "The hour is almost up, and the concubine has gone back." The woman's clenched fists, her face was hideous, her originally pretty face was full of murderous aura, and the anger that was about to burst out ignited her whole person, Mo Zhuoche completely angered the concubine, and the rift that had been hidden for many years was highlighted, and he met the cold and hard gaze of the concubine, without the slightest flinching.

When the words fell, a shocking thunder resounded through the sky, shaking the earth and the window lattice, everyone was shocked, as if not only the sky had opened a hole, but even the heart had torn a corner of the crack, fear came to the sky, and his face changed one after another: "Mother, what are you going to do to Mu Qing?" ”

"Hehehe, Che'er, the mother concubine will not let anyone possess your heart, a king, ruthless in his heart, can sit firmly in the country." He didn't know the mother's methods, he was already so cautious, but he never thought that he still couldn't stop the mother's ruthlessness, if Mu Qing hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, it would be unbelievable in this life, the charm of power can block the relationship between mother and son.

Her thoughts were confused, and heaven and earth vaguely wanted to become one, and she tried to open her eyes, but in vain, weakness spread all over her body, and she lost the last trace of strength, and she slipped to the ground, and the sound of falling alarmed Mo Zhuoche.

His dark eyes shot at the concubine, and with a wave of his long arm, Mu Qing fell into his arms, hugging her into his arms to be at ease, "Mu Qing, cheer up, don't leave me, please, don't leave." I won't allow it, get out, you get out of here, never again. ”