In the blink of an eye, it has entered the cold winter, as soon as the war on the border subsides, Mo Yan entered Beijing with deep thoughts, and when he left, it was still a depression at the end of the autumn, and he returned to a snow-white field, he eagerly entered the west courtyard of the Hou Mansion but did not see Wen Ye's figure, and even her usual wear was taken away.

"Lao Li, what about the third lady?"

Manager Li, who had been following Mo Yan, took two steps forward in a panic, and looked at the yellowed white robe of his little marquis, and knew that he must have been on the road for a few days, and he had not even changed his clothes.

"This ...... The little lady has been back to Wenfu for many days, and Miss Xiaochun has also followed. ”

After Mr. Li said hesitantly, Mo Yan's face had become very ugly, and he went straight back to the east courtyard without saying a word, and Mr. Li was startled and hurriedly followed.

Mo Yan entered the house, took off his yellow robe and fell to the ground hard, he hurried desperately day and night to hug her as soon as he entered the house, but he didn't expect it to become a luxury.

"Little Marquis, it's common for women to go back to their parents' homes, why are you so angry."

Mr. Li is a person who has come over, and when the young couple has the most impulsive temper in life, if the two of them want to live for a long time, they still have to grind.

"Really?"

Mo Yan laughed at himself, yes, why is he so angry, his damn possessiveness is really a mistake. The two have become husband and wife and are afraid that she will not be able to run away, how can she not be able to do anything when she encounters her, even if she goes to the edge of the world, she can be caught back, tied to her side and punished severely, so that she can remember more.

"Go and bring the lion skull she gave me."

"Okay."

Mo Yan appeared in front of Mr. Li again, and he had recovered into a high-spirited and handsome son, with the sleeves of his blue robe stretched out on his upright figure, the white brocade belt tied his waist, and the jade crown tied his hair, and his temperament was not elegant. Just a back, people have to admit that his little marquis is indeed very good, no wonder the girl in the capital is fascinated, even if she becomes a relative, there are still young ladies of the family who are willing to squeeze their heads for the concubine and want to enter this marquis mansion.

"I'll go to the Wen family, don't come looking for me if it's not a big deal."

Mo Yan raised his hand and touched the mane of the lion's skull, he was reluctant to ride it at the door several times, and today he brought it out to give him a long face. Manager Li was even more flustered than just now, was he preparing to live in the Wen Mansion?

"When are you coming back?"

Manager Li asked anxiously, tightening the reins in his hand, for fear that Mo Yan would suddenly run away again. It's too unruly for a man to stay at his mother's house, not to mention that the little marquis is now a fourth-grade official of the imperial court, and it is inappropriate to act so casually.

"Naturally, where is she and where am I, what? No way? ”

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the people at the gate of the Hou Mansion stopped one after another, and couldn't help but look at the handsome Mo Yan who was standing in front of him.

"I didn't say no, it's just that you're too ostentatious on the street."

Where does Manager Li dare to say no, if the little marquis gets angry, it is not a joke to whip down.

"Joke, when did I care about those rules, you still don't let go."

Mo Yan jumped on the horse, and Manager Li had no choice but to let go of his hand, but he couldn't help but persuade him bitterly.

"Little Ancestor, you are now the Fourth Rank Punishment Officer, how do you explain to the Yushitai?"

"Long-winded, it's a big deal to resign from the official position, continue to be my gentleman, and save me from running around."

Mo Yan rushed out with a ride in the dust, Manager Li held on to the door frame and almost fainted, only last month he communicated with Hou Ye to say that he was stable, and he started talking nonsense as soon as he came back today, and he was still the chic and wanton Mo Yan in his bones, and he didn't change at all.

In the west courtyard of the Wen Mansion, Wanzhao sat in the courtyard in a daze, his face was full of tiredness, and when he saw the head of the Wen family coming over with the little Marquis Mo, he was not very happy, and immediately got up to greet him.

"The little marquis is back! Great, the master will be all right to see you!"

"She's sick?"

Mo Yan frowned, and Wanzhao waved his hand in embarrassment, the master was indeed bedridden and took medicine, but this can't be regarded as a sickness.

"Congratulations to the little marquis first, the master is happy, but her body is a little unbearable, and the second son said that he must stay in bed and not go to the ground, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be able to keep it."

"When?"

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, shocked (this chapter is not over!) )

Chapter Ninety-One: Joy

Yu Xi, I never expected Wen Ye to return to Wenfu for this matter, they have only been in the house for more than three months, and this child will inevitably come faster.

"It's been almost half a month, and the master didn't let me say that I was afraid that you would be in a hurry, it should be the ...... before the little marquis left."

"Sister Wanzhao, come and see Miss, it seems that she is awake."

Xiaochun was standing outside the door of the house, but he couldn't listen to it, so he came over and interrupted.

"Oh, good."

Wanzhao pursed her lips, only then did she realize that she had just opened her mouth, how could she say this kind of thing, she was really shameless.

"Little Hou Ye, don't worry too much, Miss is happy for the first time, and you are not around, so the second son insisted that she come back to live."

"Blame me for going too long and making her suffer."

Mo Yan frowned and shook his head, none of this mattered, at this time, his heart was like a knife, and he couldn't wait to suffer for her.

Wanzhao listened carefully to the movement in the house, and after a cup of tea, she heard the sound of Wen Ye getting up before pushing the door in.

"Master, the little marquis is here, do you want to invite him in?"

Wen Ye just got up and lay on the bed half-leaning, originally wanted to ask Wanzhao to pour a glass of water for her, but when she heard Wanzhao's words, she forgot for a while, and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Mo Lang is back? Don't let him in yet, how am I going to see him like this now......"

Wanzhao reluctantly poured her a glass of water, she was so hopeless that she cared about it so much.

"The master is calling the little marquis in his dreams, and he finally looks forward to bringing people back, but don't push it out."

Wen Yeshui drank a little anxiously, choked and coughed all of a sudden, and didn't dare to cough hard, so she could only cover her mouth and cough quietly, Wanzhao hurriedly stepped forward and patted her on the back, but she didn't expect Youxi to suffer such a sinful thing, she was really distressed to death.

"You don't understand, cough cough, he's so jade tree in the wind, how can I not care......"

Wen Ye gasped lightly and snuggled on the cushion, knowing that this was the case, he should have listened to him and learned more self-defense moves, so that he could move and his body could be tougher.

"I don't understand, let Xiaochun come in and dress you up, okay?"

Wan Zhao couldn't help her, Wen Ye nodded with a smile, raised his hand and pulled Wan Zhao's arm, flattering like a coquettish.

Wan Zhao smiled and shook his head, called Xiaochun to turn around and walk out of the door, nodded to Mo Yan at the door, and went to the west courtyard to find Wen Jian to diagnose Wen Ye's pulse.

"Little Marquis, you...... It's ......"

Xiaochun pushed the door out, looked up at Mo Yan and couldn't help but be startled, this is just a cup of tea, how can Mo Xiaohou, who is just in the wind of the jade tree, be so embarrassed now, the jade crown tore off all the white hair and scattered, and even the gorgeous clothes on his body were crumpled and stained with a little mud.

"Third lady, I'm in."

Wen Ye thought that she had made full psychological preparations, but the moment she heard Mo Yan's voice, she was still stunned, she subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, Mo Lang probably knew that he had something happy, and he should be very happy.

"Mo Lang, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Ye stretched out her hand and anxiously wanted to get out of bed, she had never seen Mo Yan so unkempt.

"What? Dislike me? ”

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth curled, and he was proud, walked to the bed in two or three steps and sat down, looking at the emaciated beauty in front of him, his eyes were full of pity, and his heart was indescribably uncomfortable.

"No, I ...... I miss you so much. ”

Wen Ye reached out to wrap his arms around his neck and leaned forward, and Mo Yan took advantage of the situation to hug her into his arms, kissing her cheek constantly, and responding softly.

"Me too."

The tears of grievance fell silently, and Mo Yan's return gave her a place to vent, Mo Yan kissed away all her tears, and there was a faint bitterness in his mouth, just like his heart.

"Stay with me, okay?"

Wen Ye begged in a low voice, she knew how unreasonable her words were, Mo Yan was the supreme officer of the Criminal Division, if he left his post at will, no matter if the people of the Yushitai did not let him go, even the saint would have a lot of complaints.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

Mo Yan answered simply without a trace of perfunctory, he leaned down and wanted to get closer to Wen Ye, but was pushed away by Wen Ye in disgust, and he didn't cover his chest and retched twice.

(This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter Ninety-One: Joy

"Go change your clothes, it smells dirty."

"Okay, wait for me."

Mo Yan smiled awkwardly, it seemed that he had gone too far, and just took advantage of the change of clothes to write a secret letter for the saint, and asked him to take off this four-rank official robe.

After that, Half Moon Moyan accompanied Wen Ye day and night, and never left the West Courtyard for half a step. With Wen Ye by his side, Mo Yan still enjoys this kind of life very much, sitting there and quietly watching her can live a day, but Wen Ye is choking enough, earning eyes is this room, the windows are not allowed to open, and she also missed a heavy snowfall, and she was very unhappy not to see the rare snow scene.

"There will be several snowfalls in February in the capital, so the third lady doesn't have to be anxious."

"Really?"

Wen Ye was suspicious, Mo Yan looked at her with a smile on his face, he was obviously a child who had not grown up in front of him, and now he had become the child's mother, and it felt really indescribably wonderful.

"You're lying to me again!"

Wen Ye was a little annoyed when he didn't reply, Mo Yan smiled and nodded: "We still have to watch a lot of snow for the rest of our lives, so we don't have to rush for a while." ”

Wen Ye was so ashamed that he lay down directly, covered his face with the quilt and ignored him, and then felt stuffy and panicked, and lifted the corner of the quilt and poked his head out to look outside, his white cheeks became rosy because of the suffocation in the quilt just now.

"Be careful, I'm not all about you."

Mo Yan pretended to go to the table to drink water as if nothing happened, and swallowed several saliva when he turned around, this woman was sultry and didn't know it, such a beautiful woman could only watch him really suffer.

Wen Yan would come to Wen Mansion every morning to check Wen Ye's pulse, and when he saw that a bed had been added to the house today, he knew that Mo Yan was keeping vigil for her, and he was deeply pleased to take care of him so carefully.

Wen Jian is in charge of Wen Ye's decoction today, and he will live in Wen Mansion to see Wen Ye at any time. The bitter decoction three times a day made Wen Ye miserable, and what he ate in his mouth after half a month did not have much taste.

On this day, Wen Ye drank the bitter decoction as usual, Mo Yan put the prepared halva into her mouth, Xiaochun took the empty bowl and took it out, just happened to meet Wanzhao at the door, the two looked at each other tacitly and smiled, it was not so difficult for Mo Xiaohou to take medicine in Miss, and the two immediately felt much more at ease.

Chapter Ninety-One: Joy