Zhao Yiheng glanced at Danmu with some smugness and sympathy, and finally hooked his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to stop Mu Mingshu in his arms, and said in a reproachful tone: "It's still raining, and the shoes and socks must be wet for a while." ”

Mu Mingshu sent the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to Zhao Yiheng, and said softly: "I'll pick you up." He added, "Your whole body is already wet, and I don't need to worry about my shoes and socks when I get wet." ”

The two of them stood under a small oil-paper umbrella as if no one was around, walking hand in hand, their eyes full of each other.

Danmu stood in place with a gloomy gaze, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he had always envied people like Zhao Yiheng and could get such sincere feelings, but he never knew that feelings were mutual, not unilateral, Zhao Yiheng got Mu Mingshu to treat him sincerely, first of all, he paid sincerely.

As the backs of the two disappeared in front of him, Danki finally collapsed from exhaustion, and his head was in chaos as he opened his eyes and looked at the rainy night sky.

Scenes from the past appeared in front of him, and for the first time he felt that his life was ridiculous, but where was it ridiculous, he couldn't say, maybe it was ridiculous.

Mu Mingshu took off his wet clothes, shoes and socks and only wore a white middle coat, if it was hot today, the material of the middle coat was also thin, and Zhao Yiheng turned his head and faintly could see the color of the belly pocket on her body.

Mu Ming moistened the towel and wiped the body of Zhao Yiheng, who was lying on the bed with his clothes peeled, and saw that his son and grandson reacted, and his hand was so hard that he screamed in pain: "Ouch, ouch, lady, light, light, it still hurts."

"Why didn't you know it hurt when the swords met?" Mu Mingshu glared at him viciously, finally lightened the strength in his hand, and sighed lightly: "That Danmu is not a good product at all, what if he really wants your life?" ”

Zhao Yiheng grinned, looked at Mu Mingshu and said improperly: "If your husband dies, you won't be a widow, look at that Danmu is also sincere to his wife."

Mu Mingshu had an infiltrating smile on his face, so that Zhao Yiheng didn't dare to say it anymore, so he had to laugh twice: "For the husband, for the husband, for the husband, laughing, where is the husband willing to be widowed at a young age, don't you say?" ”

Zhao Yiheng looked at Mu Mingshu with a flattering look on his face, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Really?" But I saw her reach out and press on Zhao Yiheng's shoulder blades, and then slowly moved to his heart, pointed to the location of the heart, and said with a smile: "If I knew that you still had that kind of thought, the arrow should have been shot at you, not to mention, I am really happy to be a widow." ”

Zhao Yiheng suddenly put on a look of grievance, grabbed Mu Mingshu's hand and looked sad: "The lady is so ruthless, she is sad and sad for her husband." ”

Mu Mingshu couldn't hold back when he saw his unproductive posture, stretched out his hand and pulled his ear and smiled: "It's a shame that you are still the king of a country, if this posture is spread, it won't make people laugh and lose their big teeth." ”

Zhao Yiheng didn't care, and arched into Mu Mingshu's arms and said: "It's the overlord of the world, who is also a lady."

As he spoke, he took Mu Mingshu's hand and pressed it to the root of the descendant below, and his voice became more and more tired: "Lady, look"

Mu Mingshu didn't resist, his eyes rolled and he touched the thing, seeing that Zhao Yiheng's breathing was heavy, and then he curled his middle finger and flicked this thing

Zhao Yiheng screamed in pain, covering the grievances: "Lady, if it's scrapped, but, there will be no play"

"It's better to waste it, so as not to think about it all day long." Mu Mingshu glared at him, then threw the blood-stained towel into the basin, and was going out with the basin of faint blood, but asked Zhao Yiheng to hug him from behind.

"Originally, I only thought about it occasionally for my husband, but since the lady thinks that my husband thinks about it all day long, then I can't be sorry for my husband." Although Zhao Yiheng was injured, his body was still very well, and he hugged Mu Mingshu horizontally and pressed him on the couch with a strong hand.

While medicating Zhao Yiheng's wound, Mu Mingshu glared at him viciously several times, and couldn't help blushing when he thought of the look of the maid who came to clean up the futon. I haven't seen a sexual affair come down, and the insult is red and white everywhere, and I don't know that I think I'm going to kill someone.

Due to the new wounds of different sizes on Zhao Yiheng's body, the trip that was originally scheduled to leave at dawn was delayed for several days, and it was not until mid-June that he left for Kyoto.

The war between Dadu and Xiliang continued, and Zhao Yiheng was neither stationed in the barracks nor in Kyoto, but there were a lot of twists and turns sent every day. In the days when he was recuperating from his injuries, he spent half a day processing official documents every day, and left half a day to accompany Mu Mingshu to walk around the neighborhood.

When it was time to leave for Beijing, the two of them took a carriage by land, Mu Mingshu sorted the folds for him, picked up the important ones and sent them to him, and when he had nothing to do, he also picked a few books with sesame mung beans and wrote two sentences in Zhao Yiheng's handwriting.

Most of the time Zhao Yiheng sat in front of the desk to deal with political affairs, Mu Mingshu sat on the side and read the book with melon seeds, and occasionally Zhao Yiheng would ask her to help with a few excerpts of sesame mung bean trivial matters.

At the beginning, Zhao Yiheng received Wen Ziran's urgent letter of 800 miles, and immediately went to the imperial tomb to dig Mu Mingshu's grave, which was neither hidden nor tucked, but it spread throughout Kyoto overnight. Now that Mu Mingshu is alive and well, he has not hidden the fact that he wants to return to Kyoto to continue to be the queen, and it has been spread all the way from the border city to the ears of those people in Kyoto, and it suddenly exploded.

For a while, the DPRK and China were divided into two factions for Mu Mingshu's resurrection, one faction felt that this was a good time to shoot the beard and walk the horse, and wrote a full fold of words, except for a few nice auspicious words, there was no important nonsense.

And the other faction thinks that if the queen comes back, then the emperor's harem and their daughters are even more hopeless, and they all think that this matter is strange, and they think that Mu Mingshu may be the fine work found by Xiliang, etc., speaking of which, it is just a few words of Zhao Yiheng and Mu Mingshu's words.

Mu Mingshu has carefully read the little things about sesame mung beans written on the folds, and occasionally discussed with Zhao Yiheng which adult's handwriting is good, which adult's wording is good, and which adult's temper is irritable and can't be carried clearly

After discussing with Zhao Yiheng, he still annotated a few sentences on it and asked someone to send it back.

It was not uncommon for the opposition ministers to receive the approved excerpts, and when they opened it, they saw that most of the writings on it were good, the writing was good, and the writing was good, which made the courtiers panic, and they were not sure what this meant.

When those folds full of good words are draped down, the words on them are different, and most of them are comments such as thank you. Those people didn't expect such an excerpt to be sent back, not only did they send it back, but they also replied carefully, so they felt more and more that this sycophant was a good shot.

On the day when the emperor's car drove back to Beijing, the city gate of Kyoto was full of civil and military officials, although the Mu family had no official position, it was also among them, and Su Ruolan, who lived in a deep widow, also came.

Mu Mingshu sat in the car from a distance, so he lifted the curtain and looked out, and there were many people kneeling densely, but he still recognized the Mu family at a glance. is the so-called homesickness, at this moment, Mu Mingshu has red eyes, his hands are full of sticky sweat, and he can't tell what he feels in his heart.

Zhao Yiheng knew that she was in a mood swing, so he took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat stains on her hands for her, and then hugged her in his arms and comforted: "No matter what happens, this is always your home, don't be nervous." ”

The carriage was about to stop, and the deafening sound of greeting sounded, Mu Mingshu and Zhao Yiheng did not get off the car, and everyone only heard Zhao Yiheng say: "I am out on patrol, and everyone is scattered." ”

Then he saw the carriage slowly driving into the city, and Mu Li stood on the periphery with his family, thinking that he could meet here, but he didn't want Mu Mingshu to get out of the car. Liu also comforted himself: "It's the same when you go into the palace to see." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw Mo Zhuxing coming, and saw Mu Li respectfully hugging his fists and said: "Master Mu, the emperor asked you to take this Mrs. Mu back to the house, and the emperor and the queen will come back as soon as they return." ”

After Zhao Yiheng and Mu Mingshu entered the city, they quietly changed into an ordinary carriage and went straight to Mu Mansion, and when the two arrived, Mu Li and his wife and children were already waiting at the second gate.

Zhao Yiheng was the first to get out of the car, and then he reached out to help Mu Mingshu down, so intimate and intimate that Liu couldn't help but redden.

Mu Mingshu got out of the car and saw the white hair on Mu Litong's sideburns at a glance, and he couldn't help but redden, and knelt down with a pop of two steps forward, and said with tears in his eyes: "Uncle and aunt are worried." ”

Mu Li, who has always adhered to the principle that men have tears and does not flick lightly, also turned red for the first time, and Liu Shi hurriedly helped Mu Mingshu up, looked her up and down, and couldn't help crying: "Thin, dark." And he said, "It would be nice to come back safely." ”

"Uncle" Mu Mingshu threw herself into Liu's arms and cried like a child.

Mu Li and the Liu family have always regarded Mu Mingshu as their own, thinking that she was so sad and desperate when she lost Zhao Ziyue, and now that the news of her own death reached their ears, it would definitely make them heartbroken.

"Don't cry, don't cry, just come back, just come back" Liu's tears couldn't stop falling, caressing Mu Mingshu's back again and again, coming and going is just such a sentence.

Behind the women, the children also cried like tears, and the Mu Mansion, which had been silent for a long time, actually made this cry lively.

"Okay, let's go in first, it's not good to cry here." After a while, Mu Li wiped the tears from his eyes, and his voice was a little choked.