When the full moon is in the sky, the stars are looming, and the moon is as cool as water, penetrating the long distance, turning into a dazzling veil and draping it on the thin body of a Chinese woman in Tsing Yi.

On the side of the Mei Pavilion, Youmei spit fragrance again, she was faintly obsessed with the starting point of love when they met, and was silent for a long time.

In a year, a lot of things can happen, she rose step by step, from a bullied palace maid to an abandoned concubine, her IQ of zero in love, under a basin of invisible ice water, suddenly returned.

She pinched her fingers and counted, at the end of the year, the number of times Xiao Jingyu came to the Mei Palace was less than twenty, and the two of them only shared the bed ten times.

It's been three months since the last time the two met, he doesn't love her at all, she is still waiting stupidly, maybe my brother is right, this man is not worthy of her love at all.

She had thought of her brother countless nights, if he would have done the same to her?

However, her little illusion was silently shattered with the news of the birth of her brother's child.

Men's mountain alliances and sea oaths are all lies.

Mo Xiangli lowered his head and stroked his bulging belly, his cold and cold pupils melted into a spring breeze, the corners of his lips bloomed slightly, and he comforted himself: "Fortunately, you still belong to me."

Mo Xiangli spread out the yellow burden in his hand, looked at the large and small ornaments rewarded by Xiao Jingyu, smiled helplessly, and threw all of them into the newly dug pit with one hand.

They don't belong to her at all, so what's the use of being around her.

Mo Xiangli grabbed the flower hoe and covered all the soil finely, as if he was burying his love.

Mo Xiangli looked at the new mud filled under his feet, dragged the flower hoe and flower basket, closed his eyes and left resolutely.

But in reality, I always like to tease people and like to watch people go around.

Mo Xiangli approached the Mei Palace, and saw a tall and familiar purple-clothed man standing under the old pear blossom tree at the door, and his phoenix eyes quietly looked in the direction she came.

"Yan'er, I miss you......" The man said in a low voice, his warm and mellow voice, penetrating the cold of early spring, reaching her ears word for word, and her cold heart shattered a crack.

With those words, the flower basket and flower hoe in Mo Xiangli's hand all threw their helmets and abandoned their armor and fell to the ground, stirring up the dust.

Her eyes were finally strong, looking at his Huabu under the moon, and with a "whoosh", tears dripped to the ground and disappeared in the dust.

The woman was in the man's arms, crying silently, as if the tears of a lifetime were going to be drained, and the man hugged the thin body and sighed silently in his heart.

Xiao Jingyu looked at the corners of her crying red eyes, untied the light white fur on her body, and draped it over her thin body, and the phoenix eyes were keenly aware of her slightly bulging abdomen under the loose skirt.

He stared at her belly and asked complicatedly, "Are you pregnant?"

"Tan Lang, this is your child, it's been three months, I wanted to surprise you, how do you know ......" Mo Xiangli lowered his head and said shyly.

Xiao Jingyu had a hint of inquiry in the depths of her eyes, but she pretended to be happy on her face, the corners of her mouth were habitually curved, hugged her shoulders, and said happily: "Great."

Mo Xiangli coped with the fake smile, and felt slightly guilty in his heart, they didn't know when, the distance between their hearts became so far away, and they looked extremely distant.

Mo Xiangli took him and walked towards the Mei Palace, but Xiao Jingyu stood still, and she looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Jingyu was a little embarrassed, touched her much thinner cheek, and said, "I haven't finished handling government affairs, so I won't go to your palace."

I'm here to say goodbye to you tonight, and tomorrow morning I'm going to drive the battle in person, and I may not come back for more than three months. ”

Mo Xiangli was a little disappointed on his face, pulled his broad and slender palm, and asked, "When will you leave tomorrow, I will go to see you off."

Xiao Jingyu groaned slightly, took off the jade plate on his waist, handed it to her, and said: "At the gate of the palace in the morning, you can enter and exit the palace gate with this token, then I ...... If you go first, I will send someone to take care of you, take good care of the fetus, and wait for me to come back. ”

Mo Xiangli watched his warm palm pull away, his eyes were faintly red again, Xiao Jingyu smiled comfortingly at her, turned around and left resolutely.

He had already finished dealing with political affairs, and that was just a white lie.

He couldn't hug her like he used to now, because it was a polluted body, and as long as he touched her more, his heart would be so bad that he felt like he was crawling with cockroaches, not to mention things between men and women.

Xiao Jingyu knew that this was unfair to her, especially that she still had a life-saving grace for herself, but he really tried his best, he tried many ways to restore the normal relationship before, but all failed.

There is no cure for his heart disease.

Mo Xiangli is now a piece of chicken ribs for him, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

He really didn't know how to face it, her fist love, every time he looked at her pitiful eyes, he became more and more at a loss, just thinking about escaping, I am afraid that he will not be able to cross this moat in his life.

On the second day, the golden crow was in full bloom, and thousands of golden rays poured down a lot of white clouds, shooting on the golden armor guards of the black and yang, arousing the majesty of ten thousand zhang.

Xiao Jingyu should have dressed as a scribe with a golden crown and purple clothes in the past, but today he is wearing purple and gold armor, which looks particularly hearty and domineering, and is particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

On both sides of the imperial palace of the imperial city, the drums beat heavily on the cowhide drums, and the long copper horns, the mighty sound resounded through the sky and through the clouds.

The army of 200,000 was ready to go, Xiao Jingyu stepped on the snow-white horse with chic and neat movements, and looked at the place where the concubine was standing.

The three concubines and nine concubines are all there, and the most eye-catching thing when many concubines stand together is Mo Xiangli who is wearing a red long skirt, and the second is Li Zhaoqing, although her appearance is not as good as Mo Xiangli, her charm is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Mo Xiang is away from today, wearing a red dress and long robe, with gorgeous and atmospheric embroidery, with her snow-white tall figure, like a cold and noble goddess in the sky, far away and unattainable, making people unable to give birth to blasphemy.

Mo Xiangli's facial features are exquisite, clear and beautiful, and her beauty carries a kind of coldness and alienation, so that men only want to worship her as a goddess, and they can't bear to have desires.

Moreover, Han Qing's beauty is an untouchable gorgeous temptation in the treacherous night, arousing the primitive desires in the bodies of men and women, and making people doubly want to control and possess.

It's just that she seems to have a heavy heart, and she is a little absent-minded on her face.

Mo Xiangli felt a strong disappointment in her heart, she thought that this honor of personally sending the emperor on the expedition belonged to her alone, however, when she came this morning, she found that the three concubines and nine concubines were there.

It's just that the excitement was extinguished in the chatter and laughter of the other concubines.

They had all prepared, exquisite, one-of-a-kind gifts for the Emperor, and her gift was an embroidered sweat towel that had been hand-sewn overnight.

Although her hands and feet are nimble, her needlework is clumsy and always makes mistakes, and she is not naturally good at this thing.

Once, in order to share the pressure of her mother, she took the initiative to learn embroidery, but she was confused in stitching and was busy until midnight.

So much so that the elder brother, who was about to go to bed after reading the book, couldn't look at it, and less than a quarter of an hour after taking her embroidery, the lifelike butterfly flew on the handkerchief.

Brother, it was the first time to embroider and show a talent that ordinary people can't reach. My brother's embroidery has no price, and her embroidery is unattended, a copper plate.

In the past, she often had low self-esteem and suspected that she was a fake woman, but her powerful brother was a real woman.

The elder brother is not only unique in the world, but he is always excellent in everything, making it difficult for ordinary people to catch up.

Mo Xiangli looked at the gifts they were comparing with each other, and hid the embroidery behind him, which was becoming more and more out of his hands, and began to feel disheartened.

Xiao Jingyu's eyes stayed on her for two more seconds, but Mo Xiangli lowered his head, still trapped in his tangled little world.

Last night, Xiao Jingyu didn't invite other concubines to send him in person, so when Mo Xiangli made a request, he hesitated slightly, just because he was worried that the other concubines would come without telling him.

The concubines, one by one, offered gifts, Xiao Jingyu smiled gently, Mo Xiangli was squeezed to the back by many concubines who were scrambling, and her pale eyes became more and more gloomy.

Among the concubines, the only one who doesn't earn or rob, and who is willing to fall last, is Li Zhaoqing.

She was still plainly white, but today, her white clothes were tattooed with delicate patterns.

Li Zhaoqing stood with her leisurely, looked at her softly and said, "Hehe, my sister and I are both smart people."

Mo Xiangli smiled reluctantly, she had no intention of competing for the limelight, just because she had no limelight to compete for.

Everyone has given gifts, and if she doesn't give gifts at this time, she is rude and ignorant of the rules, which is really a dilemma.

After the group of concubines finished offering gifts, only the two of them were left, and Mo Xiangli embarrassedly asked Li Zhaoqing to give gifts first.

Li Zhaoqing's gift was not expensive, but the medicine made by the flowers and plants in the yard to help calm the mind and sleep, Xiao Jingyu smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Jingyu looked at Mo Xiangli, who had not given a gift for a long time, and was annoyed that she had not prepared a gift, and said with a smile: "Concubine Wu, have you prepared a gift?"

Mo Xiangli said softly: "There is ......"

stepped forward and put the sweat towel that had been pierced overnight, put it with both hands, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Xiao Jingyu's face, for fear of seeing the indifference in his eyes.

Who knows, Xiao Jingyu happily took it, and commented in a unified manner: "The gift of the concubine is the most intimate and warm; Mrs. Li's gift is the most simple and practical; Zhao Guifei's gift is the most luxurious and hard to find; Concubine Ma's gift is the most thoughtful ......"

Mo Xiangli couldn't believe it when he heard this, he looked up at the handsome man in front of him, and saw that his eyes were happy from the bottom of his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and the depression of the morning was swept away.

Mo Xiangli's smile didn't have time to bloom, but when he heard the words behind him, he faintly restrained the diffusion trend, and sighed silently, such an emperor who was covered with rain and dew, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Xiao Jingyu accepted the concubine's gift of congratulations on the victory, and left in front of the people, with the scenery and high spirits, with the large army.

Mo Xiangli felt empty in his heart, and for the first time, he began to be a little discouraged.

Whether Xiao Jingyu loves her or not, she can sometimes vaguely detect the answer, but after today, she is more aware of her status in his heart.

Love is always unequal, one party gives everything and the other silently keeps.

Mo Xiangli was willing to accept the unfair Libra, she was extremely annoyed that she was bewitched by his slight affection last night, and forgave him unconditionally in compromise.

How could she not resent his ruthlessness, but she had long been trapped in this whirlpool and could not get out, her love was scarred, and she was like a stubborn cow and wanted to continue to drill into it.

Mo Xiangli looked at it quietly, slowly closing the vermilion copper riveting palace door, under the long eyelashes, slowly shed a tear, in the end, who can save her from leaving?