Kuai Chuan will never be a female supporting role

Chapter 42 General, Bridal Chamber? 16
Gu Mo has been waiting at the door for a long time but still hasn't seen his daughter come out. The autumn wind in the evening has already brought a hint of coolness. Gu Mo looked up at a locust tree at the door of the mansion.

The leaves of the pagoda trees have turned yellow, and they fall down gracefully when the wind blows.

It's autumn, and there is still a year to count down until my daughter is married off.

Gu Mo thought about it and went to the carriage to wait for this troublemaker, joking that his old body couldn't bear to toss about.

As soon as he sat down, a familiar voice came from outside the carriage.

"Hey, where's daddy?"

"I'm here."

Gu Mo lifted the curtain (the curtain on the car) and glared at Gu Xiaowu angrily.

"Father, you've been blowing outside for so long and you'll get sick by blowing. Let's see who will protect you."

Gu Xiaowu dragged Xiao Cui into the carriage and sat beside Gu Mo, smiling flatteringly.

"How can it be? Daddy's body is strong."

"You."

Gu Xiaowu received Gu Mo's rolling eyes again, touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly and sat upright without speaking.

There was silence in the carriage, and Gu Mo's eyes were on Xiaocui.

I saw the girl sitting quietly in an emerald green dress. Even though she hid it well, Gu Mo could see a trace of envy on her face.

Gu Mo couldn't help thinking that in the human trafficker's market, when his daughter broke free from her arms and stretched out her hand to this girl, the confusion in the girl's eyes turned into joy and then into a firm look.

After Gu Mo looked away, Xiao Cui's tense body slowly softened.

The master's gaze is still so terrifying, did I do something wrong?
The carriage staggered towards the palace. When passing by the bustling streets, the sound of children playing and peddlers collecting their stalls broke the silence in the carriage.

Curiously, Gu Xiaowu gently lifted a little bit of the curtains to look at the excitement outside, and when his eyes touched a stall, he stared at it for a long time, with a lonely expression on his face, he quickly put it away.

The woman helped the man wipe the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, and the five-year-old child helped his father clean up the booth. Although the three wore simple clothes, they had happy smiles on their faces.

This is the emotion of the original owner. Luo Xi died when the original body was three years old. In the mind of the original owner, Luo Xi only had a rough outline. Although he knew that this was an unavoidable thing, the original owner was still incomparable in the process of growing up. longing for mother's care.

Gu Xiaowu didn't give Gu Xiaowu a long time to be sad, and he could see the majestic gate in front of him from a long distance, and the carriages gathered from the city were all slowly heading there. beside.

And the two people in the carriage were thinking about their own affairs and didn't notice Gu Xiaowu's momentary loneliness just now.

[small theater]
The emperor didn't know why he was going, he felt very dazzling when he saw the red everywhere, and wanted to order to stop the wedding immediately, but he didn't do anything.

Watching the two finish their worship, Luo Xi was helped to the back, suppressing the bitterness in his heart, the emperor smiled and patted Gu Mo's shoulder and said in a low voice.

"Good boy, you got married before I even decided to be a queen."

The two still match each other in private, Gu Mo smiled and toasted.

"Isn't it coming soon? In a few days, you will choose your concubine. Keep your eyes open and choose the one you like."

"Will do……"

There was a hazy area of ​​liquid accumulating in front of his eyes, and the emperor who sensed this closed his eyes and laughed loudly. After offering a glass to Gu Mo in return, he put down the wine glass and said the excuse that children didn't believe it, and then fled away.

"Okay, I'm leaving first, there are still many memorials that have not been approved."

That night the emperor sat alone in a corner of the study room, with wine jars scattered around in a mess, messy long hair scattered on the dragon robe, and the tears on his cheeks with a smile on his mouth were exceptionally clear under the moonlight.

That night, when the emperor fell to the ground in a drunken coma, he murmured the same person's name.

　It feels like the little theater between Gu Mo and the emperor is coming to an end soon (ì_í)
　　Crab everyone's support~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)