Finally got rid of the trouble, Yun Xiaoxiao breathed a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help but start to be proud again, "Little girl, dare to come to my brother and I to argue! If you really marry back and be a little wife, won't you have to murder your husband? Hmph, such a woman is leaning on, who must be unlucky!" "Looking at the sky again, it was already sunset, Yun was afraid that the lonely monster would be in a hurry, so he bought a few packs of cooked food in the shop next to him, beat two catties of rice wine, and hurried back to the forest.

Let's say that Mo Tianxin's place, due to Yun Xiaoxiao's unintentional disturbance in the first battle of the bamboo forest, her qi and blood disorders were disordered during her exercises, and she almost went mad, and returned to Tianxiang Pavilion with the support of all the maids.

"Palace Master, please slow down!" After the white-clothed woman led by her helped her sit down, she was anxious to go to the alchemy room in the east courtyard to get the medicine, and just walked out of the door, she bumped into a group of people head-on, the man on the white horse was dressed in a silk robe, and the hairpin on the top of her head was as sharp as a hook.

The woman in white was stunned for a moment, then immediately bent down and saluted:

"Childe ......"

"Nu Jiao, is she injured by the palace master?" Before the woman could speak, the man had already jumped off the horse, Xun Yifang is the important place of Tianxiang Pavilion, and the collection inside is extremely precious medicinal materials and pills, which are not willing to be given by ordinary people, seeing that the woman is in such a hurry, he has expected the seriousness of the situation, and he is the young son of Tianxiang Pavilion - Haoyue.

"Hui Gongzi's words, yes, the palace master let the stinky beggars of the beggar gang plot!" the woman said angrily.

The man frowned, flicked the fan, turned around and walked quickly towards the Yangxin Hall, and the woman followed.

"Mother!" the man cried out as soon as he stepped on the threshold.

The master of Sanssouci Palace was in pain, closing his eyes to adjust his mind and settling his mind, when he heard this call, he opened his eyes slightly, and the person who came was standing tall and jade, and his sleeves flew in the evening breeze, "Hao'er, why are you here!"

"Mother, let's not talk about these things first, let the child come and tune your luck first!" Looking at Mo Tianxin's haggard face, the man's heart began to ache, and some resentment flashed in his bright eyes, and then he commanded left and right:

"You stay at the door, no one is allowed to come in for three hours! In addition, slave Jiao, you go to Xunyifang again, and make two pairs of heart-warming decoctions for the palace master according to my list!"

After the waiter brought the paper and ink, the man quickly wrote the prescription on the desk and handed it to Nu Jiao, took the pill from her hand, and gently fed it to the master of the Sanssouci Palace, and everyone took their places according to the words of the son.

In the room, Haoyue Gongzi and Mo Tianxin were two palms together, sitting silently and doing exercises.

Haoyue slowly raised his breath and ran Xiao Zhoutian, trying to convey the fighting spirit to the palace master, and in this way, time passed minute by minute, and when the white belly of the fish reappeared in the sky, the forehead of Haoyue Gongzi had oozed fine beads of sweat, and the sleepless and excessive fatigue all night made his eyes bloodshot, but the good news was that Mo Tianxin's pulse finally stabilized.

"Hao'er, thank you for your hard work!" Mo Tianxin said slowly while wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead for Haoyue.

"If a mother says such a thing to a child, it can only make the child feel sad! Because doing anything for the mother is what the child should do!"

Haoyue raised her eyebrows slightly, indeed, in his heart, nothing would be more important than the safety of the woman in front of him, because it was she who gave him a second life.

Mo Tianxin smiled faintly and said, "Didn't you say that you didn't want to come to this Middle Earth?"

"But the child also said that he would not leave his mother!" Haoyue Gongzi stroked the silk hair in front of his forehead and smiled back: "The child is not unwilling to come to the Central Plains, but he is reluctant to let his mother come to this 'land of love'!"

When she heard the last four words, Mo Tianxin frowned, she pursed her thin lips, and then turned around and leaned on the collapse and quietly looked out the window, at this time a few wisps of clouds had hung lightly in the sky.

Falling in love with someone once is a very simple thing, simple to simple, simple to inexplicable. It was also a breezy day, and the pair of black eyes seemed to stay in a bottomless deep pool for a thousand years, unable to raise any fluctuations, only quietly reflecting the oncoming dazzling sword light, and then in a shouting fight, inadvertently sideways, turning, kicking, and just a few simple back and forth steps swept away the seven or eight arrogant Qingcheng villains who bullied men and women. She was complaining, and said to herself: "This guy actually grabbed the limelight from me in front, and he should have put a few holes in him!" It is true that she is not a nosy person, but she can't see others playing tricks in front of her, especially with only a few three-legged cats, she thinks she is the "king of heaven" and wants to be the king. But since then, the misty light shirt has remained in her dream, is it just as another person praised her, "the clothes are fluttering, like a frightening flood"?

She doesn't want to compare, she only loves him, and does he really love herself? She always believed that "love" was fate, but he seemed to have removed this word from his dictionary, and even in the days when he was like glue with her, he never said those three words to her. The other person's mouth always had too many promises and confessions, but he forgot the words of his grandmother: "The promise is absolutely true at the moment of exit, but the promise is alive, and it will eventually gradually weathered and die under the erosion of time!" The disgusting ugliness of all the inferior men in the world when they first saw her, the greedy eyes that seemed to want to melt her, but made her more and more disgusted, and she had only one impulse at that time - to kill!

Later, the grandmother smiled and said to her, "It is not the fault of the men, but because you are so beautiful, and it is the favor of God that has made this mistake!" She was no longer angry, and the woman's characteristic vanity told her, "This is a wonderful thing, she can hold this favor and do as she pleases!" She gradually became accustomed and intoxicated by the men's hearts and bows down under her pomegranate skirt to fight for victory, even if she never gave a disdain to them. These vulgar fools always like to show off their might in front of the weak, to be submissive in front of the strong, to be hysterical in front of ordinary women, and to be tender in front of beautiful women, and all she has to do is stand aside with a smile and admire a bunch of crazy dog-eat-dog until she meets him.

Fate is sometimes cool green tea, in the time of meditation, you can have a hearth to enjoy the snow, taste tea about the elegance of the world, just like the orchids in the valley, plain and enchanting. Fate is also sometimes sweet springs, such as the vast desert will have an oasis, for the hopeless people, there is a glimmer of hope to support themselves, the desert of the heart. Fate is sometimes like the thorn of the throat, the sting is not only the body, but also the soul, in order to taste the freshness of the fish, there should be a pain in the skin.

At first, she looked at him quietly, looking at the elegance and calmness of his gestures, the elegance and gentleness between talking and laughing, and even the frivolity and arrogance on the corners of her lips and eyebrows, conveying an indescribable grace and grace. And he didn't do all this to show her on purpose, because everyone close to him, from the oil seller who walked from east to west, to the old woman in the market, the woodcutter in the mountains, and even the children in the school were admiring his beauty— It was because of his wisdom that he helped the oil seller to identify the real pickpocket, because when the third hand of the evil was stretched out, it would inevitably be stained with oil from the money bag, and it was because of his dexterity that he snatched the old woman who could not dodge from under the speeding carriage, and how many people would pay attention to the trembling silence of an old woman in this age of destiny, and the head of the rich and noble in the carriage never returned; it was because of his skill that he was able to quell the troubles of Huahu Mountain, and the dozens of bandits who had been boasted of omnipotence by the innocent-looking Lord Tufu were no match for him single-handedly, and the whole den of bandits was uprooted by him overnightIt was precisely because of his erudition that he made the originally boring moral class full of fun, and the dean, who was originally instructed by Lord Fu to deliberately make things difficult for him as a "charlatan", not only failed to dampen his spirit, but also couldn't help but cheer for him with the students......

By the way, there is only one person who has not been able to affirm him - that is also her grandmother, in her memory, she just frowned slightly, never looked at him squarely, just because she has always been a grandmother, she is only optimistic about her and that person? When she was young and vigorous, she did not hide the mockery in her eyes towards her grandmother, just because the appearance of this man, like a poison brought from a distant country, controlled her heart-pounding ape, her heart burned violently, and the fawn, with the loneliness of the years, also eroded all her pride and arrogance little by little, so that she was nostalgic for his warm embrace all the time, so nostalgic that she couldn't let go, and her nostalgia was painful.

Many women always have a deep-rooted problem, I don't know if it is out of overconfidence, that is, they always want to transform men. She was no exception, and had to take possession of him completely, or transform him into what she wanted to be - but she was wrong, because he was just him, not anyone else.

Slowly, she was a little anxious, but she didn't want to bow her head, so she began to play with the outfield style even harder, she thought he would care, and would run hysterically to compare with her, but he suddenly became deaf and mute, and he didn't come to her again, so she left her hope for tomorrow day by day, until one night when she finally made up her mind to end this confrontation, and was willing to be his woman wholeheartedly, and no longer had the luxury of letting him be her man, but she didn't find his shadow in that familiar courtyard again. She had expected her arrival to surprise him, to have the joy of seeing him at first sight, but her imagination and anticipation were dashed, and he was gone, back to Middle-earth, perhaps some days ago, and so it was, without warning or hint, and thus disappeared from her life without leaving a trace. That night was the 20th Chinese New Year's Eve in her life, and looking at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, the feeling of helplessness wrapped tightly around her like a python for the first time, making her feel suffocated, unable to find the way forward, and forgetting the direction of return.

That night, she was so heartbroken that anyone in the crowd, no matter how old or ugly, could take her away......

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountains, I would meet the moon in Yaotai", Haoyue didn't seem to pay attention to the change in her mother's expression, but just read this poem by herself, which inevitably interrupted her trance, I thought that the passing of the years could make people forget the journey they had traveled, and now the sad feeling climbed clearly in her heart.

"Okay, I'm tired, you can go down and rest!" Mo Tianxin closed his eyes as he spoke, but there was a little coldness on his eyebrows, and his long hair was scattered on the pillow like a soft green satin, lining off the snow-like complexion.

Poetry, still a work of the past, has long since disappeared from the people of that time. Yes, there are many things that can be met but not sought, just like feelings. I once thought that I could grasp everything, but if I was not careful, the madness would make the desire fulfill, and she didn't regret it, but she was afraid of the aftertaste. When love has become the wind, but you still have to build a tomb in your heart to bury that back, perhaps, this tomb will be built for a lifetime.

"Okay, the child will retire first, don't disturb the mother's rest!" Haoyue made a gesture and was about to leave, when she saw that Gong E, who was serving the medicine, was already standing outside the door, she turned around and said softly: "Mother, when are you going to drink the prepared soup?"

After a while, he didn't answer without worry, he was still stroking his hands and pretending to sleep, although Haoyue Gongzi knew the reason, since he intended to offend his mother, he had to listen to it and let it go.

"The palace master has already rested, don't bother, when the palace master wakes up, then boil the deputy decoction again and wait for the palace master to drink!" Haoyue instructed Gong E outside the door, sighed lightly, and left. If he had the chance, he would have met the man, the man who had tormented his mother to this day, and he had always wanted to share this pain with her, a seemingly carefree woman who had been sad from time to time for more than ten years. Memory is the root of all melancholy, there are always things that are constantly precipitating, and I can't bear to touch them, and this beautiful woman is always trying to hide her pain, hiding in a small corner and licking her wounds lonely, and being silent weakly, until the wounds are slowly healed, and then waiting for the recurrence of the next period.

But now as a son, he has also grown into a man, he has the ability to protect this woman he loves, he can also make hairpins and thrushes for her, he is willing to put away the most gorgeous colors in the world to make her colorful clothes, and he also wants her to enjoy the most comfortable warmth under the sun, and all this is only because she is his mother, the most complete woman in his heart, so no one can hurt her! Thinking of this, he suddenly realized what else he should do, and left the pavilion quickly.