Mo Gu coldly glanced at the two people standing side by side, the chill in his eyes became more and more intense, just like the cold wind raging outside the window, the moon was cold all over his body, and the last trace of heat in his chest was gone, and his heart was still in a cold sweat after being born.

She is indeed idle, although there are many trivial things in the palace, the queen mother decides major matters, and the queen mother is in charge of small matters, she is just a vase decoration, not to mention, these days Mo is lonely and cold and does not enter the harem, Ling Guifei and others are too lazy to make trouble, all the words are cowardly, listless.

"The concubine is stupid, so I want to know a word or two, so as not to be vulgar, make people laugh, and lose the emperor's face."

Mo Guhan snorted coldly at the end of his nose: "A woman is virtuous if she is not talented, and my queen can even give guidance to Xiliang, who is thousands of miles away, that is a great talent." ”

Yuehua felt a pang in her heart, and she didn't know how long Mo Guhan had been here, so she listened to all the conversations between her and Shao Ziqing. Mo Guhan is the most taboo in the harem to interfere in politics, and he is just one more mouthful, so he shouldn't be considered to participate in politics, right? What he meant by this was to accuse himself of being immoral?

She was dripping with cold sweat, her heart sank, and she said: "Emperor Qiqi, please forgive the concubine for not being able to ignore the affairs of Xiliang like others, Yuehua's father died at the hands of Xiliang, and her mother died of martyrdom for this." A good end of a family is shattered, Yuehua has been lonely since she was a child, and she has a bitter enmity with Xiliang. Recovering the lost land and leveling the West Liang is the long-cherished wish that Yuehua is eagerly looking forward to day and night, and it is also the lifelong regret of Yuehua's father. Therefore, Yuehua has always been concerned about the war in Xiliang, and I ask the emperor to forgive me. ”

When Yuehua said such a sentence loudly, her spine was straight, but her head was respectfully lowered, revealing a white neck like porcelain, and her hair was loose in a loose bun, and there was a beautiful hair hanging down on the back of her neck.

Xiliang is also a thorn in Mo Guhan's throat, he often thinks, if General Chu is still alive, then, don't say that it is easy to recover several cities that were invaded by Xiliang, even if it is to directly attack the Xiliang royal court, right? It's just that Chang'an has no more unscrupulous generals, which makes Xiliang so rampant.

Yuehua's words hit the softest place on the tip of his heart, and he stepped forward and stretched out a pair of bony hands to Yuehua, helping her up from the ground. Yuehua's hands were so cold, so cold that there was not the slightest temperature. But it's soft, silky like satin, soft like cotton.

The Creator is really magical, men and women are also flesh and blood, hard bones, how can men be like mountains and women like water? Her hands are as hard as iron, but they can be broken to open monuments, while her hands are as soft as cotton, as if they are wrapped in the palm of their palms, and after a long time, they will melt and become a pool of spring water.

Mo Guhan grabbed Yuehua's hand, and he was reluctant to let go for a while.

"Don't worry, General Chu's hatred is not your responsibility alone, it is a national hatred, and now that you are married to me, it is also my family hatred. Sooner or later, I will completely burn their wolf ambitions, raze the boundless grassland of Xiliang, and have a deep enmity with the thousands of soldiers who sacrificed for General Chu. ”

These words, the same sonorous and powerful, are loud and loud, just like the oath of the three armed forces, but the righteousness is thin and cloudy. However, listening to Yuehua's ears, she felt that it was like a warm drizzle, and the mountains and the sea swore like a heavenly sound. Maybe it was just that Mo Guhan felt it for a while, and he couldn't help blurting it out. Perhaps, it was just his momentary perfunctory, like a man's sweet words to a woman, when he said it, it dispersed like the wind, and never disappeared.

But at that moment, Yuehua took it seriously, remembering them word by word in her heart, as Mo Guhan's promise to herself, and she believed in it. She had this hallucination in a trance, and felt that the man in front of her was strong enough, and he had such an ability, like a hurricane in the desert, he quickly swept through the high walls of Xiliang City, annihilated countless enemies, and avenged his father.

She lifted her face. Looking at Mo Guhan, his sparkling eyes widened, and it was the first time to look at his face so closely. Mo Guhan still didn't have a smile on his face, and the angular face like an axe carving knife made Yuehua think of only one word - ghostly workmanship.

Yes, although his face is beautiful, it has not been carefully carved and polished, as if it is just a few rough outlines, revealing the wildness and roughness of the man everywhere, coupled with the innate domineering as an emperor, Mo Guhan makes people feel that it is the high mountains that need to be looked up, and the whole person is a magnificent work of divine work.

Yuehua was a little stunned, the water in her eyes flowed, and Mo Guhan's face gradually eased up.

"Your hands are so cold, go back quickly, don't be infected with the wind and cold, I will send you."

Yuehua suddenly became helpless, and her heart was panicked like a drum, and the drumstick beat dullly and powerfully.

"Concubine, you can go back by yourself."

Mo Guhan looked at Yuehua's flustered gaze, and slowly hooked his lips: "The queen looks scared of me?" ”

Yuehua became more and more flustered: "Probably not afraid...... It's admiration. ”

Mo Guhan didn't let go of his hand, just covered her fingertips like that, as if declaring sovereignty, and turned around: "Let's go." ”

The warmth in his palm was transmitted through his fingertips, and Yuehua suddenly felt that the weather was not too cold, and she was wrapped in a warmth.

The two slowly walked down the stairs, Shao Ziqing stood in place and was stunned for a long time, and when the footsteps of the two went far away, he smiled bitterly and walked down the stairs step by step, the footsteps were dull and slow.

Outside, the snow was falling more and more intensively, fine and dense, and there was a sound of fluttering, and Rong Xiang handed over a blue and white umbrella and followed from a distance. Mo Guhan stood up and covered the figures of the two.

Yuehua lowered her head, staring only at her toes, and the sound of falling snow was amplified in her ears, trying to hide her heartbeat.

"It's hard to believe that in such a cold weather, your palms can still sweat." Mo Guhan suddenly joked coldly.

Yuehua's fingertips stiffened, and then she felt that her palms were indeed a little wet.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you."

Mo Guhan pinched her palm, and suddenly found a problem, with so many concubines in his harem, he never seemed to have held anyone's hand like this. When pampering each of them, they climbed into their beds tremblingly, then politely acknowledged, and then cautiously withdrew. When I said goodbye, I only saw kneeling on the ground, piled up with beaded buns, flashing with a cold glow.

Even if she is the most arrogant concubine, sometimes she will have the courage to snuggle into her arms and be coquettish, rubbing her chest with her plump and delicate breasts, never like today, the two of them walked silently, did not say anything, and only felt the information transmitted by their fingertips and palms.

The women around her are like bright moons, surging clear waves, and in a trance, they only make people feel that the years are quiet, safe and worry-free, and they have the greed to walk to the end of the world.

It is no wonder that the ancients would say: "Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son", it turns out that holding hands can also have such a subtle mood and emotion.

Mo Guhan's hand tightened.

Yuehua felt that she should say something to resolve the ambiguity between the two.

What to say? It is inappropriate to paint red embroidery, political history and state affairs are taboo for him, gossip is disdainful for him, what kind of topic is a little abrupt, right?

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that she had been silent, Mo Guhan suddenly became a little annoyed, stopped, lowered his head and asked her aloud, with a little reproachful tone.

Yuehua was thinking about it, but she couldn't close the momentum, and almost bumped into Mo Guhan's body, she stabilized her body in a panic, a little embarrassed.

Mo Guhan looked at her clumsy appearance, and felt a little funny in his heart.

"When you and Shao Xiang were together, you talked and laughed, and your speech was humorous, why did you have nothing to say when you came to me?"

Yuehua was shocked in her heart, she and Shao Ziqing were talking and laughing at the right time, so familiar, would Mo Guhan have any suspicions in his heart? Is he speaking this tentatively, or unintentionally? Should I explain it, and will it get darker and darker?

She blushed with a pretty face, and said in a low voice: "The concubine just wants to listen to the emperor say a few more words, and she can chew the aftertaste in her heart in the future." ”

She was far away from herself, and snowflakes blew down on her eyelashes, and hung on them, melting into water, trembling and falling before falling.

"Is it cold or not?"

Mo Guhan pulled her closer to him and asked.

Yuehua slowly opened a smile, blinked her eyes gently, and blinked the drop of snow down, with a hint of playfulness: "It's not cold, the emperor is like the sun in the sky, it's warm when it's close, and it's warm to the bones." ”

"Really?" The corners of Mo Guhan's lips hooked slightly, as if he had melted a little shallow smile: "I didn't expect the queen to be so good at slapping horses." ”