The Three-Life Stone

After an almost predatory deep kiss, the two snuggled together and looked at the scenery halfway up the mountain.

"Xiaoyao, I really like being with you."

"Mo Yuan, I also like to be with you."

If only there was no need to separate...

Lin Mo wanted to ask Hua Xiaoyao if she was willing to follow him into the palace, but after a moment of silence they started chatting about family matters.

When they returned to the bamboo house, the old woman had already brought the food up, and they ate like ordinary couples. Here he was not the emperor, but only her husband. After the meal, Hua Xiaoyao took out a few pieces of paper, which were all the parts she copied down from the books she read that she didn't understand. Lin Mo patiently explained them to her one by one.

Before leaving, the flowers in Taohuajian happened to be in bloom. Hua Xiaoyao changed into her clothes and danced gracefully to the Colorful Feathered Dance. Dongxue watched as the piano was taken out from the warehouse and placed in place. Lin Mo retracted his gaze and watched the dancing Hua Xiaoyao. He sat on the stool and plucked the strings with his fingertips. The two of them tacitly expressed their farewell words in this way.

At the end of the song, Hua Xiaoyao snuggled into Lin Mo's arms with a smile.

"Mo Yuan, you have so many beauties in your harem, do you have time to think about me?"

"Of the three thousand rivers, only one scoop enters my heart."

Hua Xiaoyao still cared. Knowing and understanding is one thing, and completely accepting and not caring is another.

Hua Xiaoyao knew that she couldn't change anything, so she smiled, stood up, and watched Lin Mo walk away.

Dongxue saw that Lin Mo was nowhere to be seen and her wife was still staring at him, so she took the cloak and wrapped it around Hua Xiaoyao's back.

"Girl, even if the master comes to visit, you have to take care of yourself."

The early spring sunshine is warm, but there are still gusts of cold wind. Dongxue doesn't understand why Hua Xiaoyao always wears less than usual every time Lin Mo comes. A woman dresses up to please herself, not to squander her body, not to mention that the master doesn't care about these things at all.

"You don't understand. I'm not wearing less to attract people's love. It's because whenever he comes, my heart is warm. When my heart is warm, my blood is warm. When my blood is hot, my body is warm."

Dongxue still doesn't understand. If Miss Ru Shi loves me so much, why do we have to be separated? No matter how hard it is to part every time we meet, shouldn't she live with me, wherever I go?

When Lin Mo was not around, Hua Xiaoyao would occasionally pay attention to what was going on in the store, but spent most of her time halfway up the mountain, playing a few songs, painting landscapes and Lin Mo, reading a book and copying notes, and more often than not, dancing one dance after another tirelessly.

One day at noon, Hua Xiaoyao did not wait for Lin Mo, but waited for another woman whom she had never met before.

The woman was dressed gorgeously and judging by her hair accessories, she looked like a woman from the palace. However, Hua Xiaoyao had never met any woman from the capital, let alone a queen from the palace. So how could someone from the palace come to see Hua Xiaoyao?

Dongxue was almost crying when she saw the other party's posture, while Hua Xiaoyao was eating there quietly.

Perhaps the other party had bad intentions, Hua Xiaoyao could not ignore the woman's gaze. He swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head and looked at the other party.

"Miss, you are visiting my humble abode. Are you here to have a meal? But I guess I am not familiar with you, right?"

"A fox embryo, always seducing people."

When the woman saw that Hua Xiaoyao finally paid attention to her, she twisted her waist and felt more confident.

Dongxue mustered up the courage to interrupt: "Where did this mad dog come from? It ran into someone else's house and barked. Isn't it afraid of being chased away?"

"Who are you calling a mad dog?" The crazy woman was about to slap Dong Xue, but Hua Xiaoyao threw the bowl in front of the crazy woman, just stopping her from taking the next step.

The soup spilled on the woman's skirt, and she couldn't help but get angry: "You wild shrew, do you know who I am? Treating me like this, aren't you afraid that I will kill all your clans?"

Hua Xiaoyao came out and protected Dongxue behind him: "Let's not talk about who you are. You came to my door without permission and made a scene, and now you want to blame me?"

"You are an ignorant woman, you are not worthy of knowing who I am. It is only a matter of a flick of my finger for me to take your life."

"I just find it funny. Does the emperor know that you are here?"

"Of course I know. If you, a bitch, have self-awareness and hang yourself on a yellow beam, I will consider letting your family go."

Hua Xiaoyao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You keep calling me a shrew. I think you're more like one. Have you really investigated my background? Or are you just bluffing here?"

"Lin Dashan from the next county is your father, Jasmine is your mother, and you have a younger brother who just learned to walk. Do you want me to tell you about your experiences over the years in detail?"

Seeing the woman's confident look, Hua Xiaoyao had no worries at all and looked at her as if she was a fool. Dongxue was about to cry. The two people the woman mentioned were indeed the girl's family members. They had followed the girl back twice before. Who was the woman and what did she want to do?

"Did you only find out information from the past two years?"

Hua Xiaoyao looked relaxed and asked questions instead of answering, which puzzled the woman. Shouldn't Hua Xiaoyao kneel down and beg her to spare her family? Shouldn't these women who had never seen power be afraid when they heard that she had found out these things? Why did she look at her with contempt? The woman asked, "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything. I just want to tell you, young lady, that you and I have no grudges. I can pretend that I haven't seen you today. You can go back to where you came from, and I can still conceal what happened today. I see that you only brought a maid with you, so you must have sneaked here. If the emperor really acquiesced, you would have torn your face off and had me arrested long ago. Why do you have to keep threatening me?"

Dongxue became more and more confused as she listened. Why did they even involve the emperor? But it looked like everything was fine. The woman looked a little guilty.

Soon, a group of people came over in a mighty manner. The man in the lead was very majestic and walked with great vigor.

The woman caught a glimpse of the man out of the corner of her eye, a trace of fear flashed through her heart, and she fell to the side. From the side, it looked like she was pushed away by someone.

Hua Xiaoyao and others watched the woman fall down by herself. Dongxue saw the leading master coming to her. Before Dongxue could explain, Lin Mo waved his hand and the Jinyiwei prepared to obey orders.

Dongxue and several maids were stunned. Only Hua Xiaoyao excitedly held Lin Mo's arm and touched Lin Mo's lips lightly as if to declare her sovereignty.

The woman was so surprised by the kiss that she almost didn't hear Lin Mo's punishment on her.

"The imperial concubine has a bad moral character. She left the palace without permission and plotted something bad. She is banished to the cold palace."

The resounding words "banished to the cold palace" reached the woman's ears. Only then did she retract her gaze and kneel on the ground begging for mercy without caring about her image.

Hua Xiaoyao knew that this poor acting would not be able to hide from Lin Mo's eyes. Even if the acting was superb, Lin Mo might not believe it completely.

Lin Mo pinched the man's chin and forced him to look straight into his eyes: "If you had stayed in the palace obediently, you might have been able to jump around for a while longer, but you had to touch my reverse scale. What's the point of begging for mercy? Take you away!"

The woman couldn't believe it. The past tenderness and joy seemed like a dream. Wasn't she a favored daughter who could touch the other party's bottom line? Wasn't she always accustomed to being lawless by his tacit consent? Didn't he like his domineering appearance? It was a pity that she would never figure it out until her death.