Huangluo Kyushu

***Mo Lian hugged the two of them tightly, "He's gone..."

Without saying anything, he hugged the two brothers even harder, "I'm sorry Xiaolan Xiaoli, I'm useless and I can't give you a complete family"

Li Li and Mo Lan looked at each other and smiled, "Father, don't blame yourself, as long as we have you, that's enough."

Mo Lian looked at the innocent faces of Mo Lan and Mo Li, the pain surged past...

"Father, why are you crying?"

Mo Lian shook her head, and buried her head deeply into her son's little neck.

You were my greatest comfort in that barren and hopeless love

"Are you saying that Mo Xi still wants to invade Xiliang?"

"Uncle, I don't believe you didn't get any news, but it's because of Princess Xuelian and Mo Lian that you don't want the two countries to go to war."

Musaren's words are always straightforward and sharp to the point of embarrassment

Shuhai coughed lightly, "I did receive similar news, but I have no plans to fight again."

"Why?" Mu Saren exclaimed, "Uncle, you are the person I admire the most, the Tian Khan of Xiliang, how could he abandon the country and the community for his own selfishness, regardless of his children's long-term success..."

"That's enough for Musa." Yan Shi from Xiliang, who had been listening for a long time, interrupted Musaren

Princess Shaoyang looked at the sea of ​​trees with an unwillingness and stubbornness on her face.

"Uncle, even Mo Lian has let go of this matter, don't tell me you are not as good as a junior?"

With a pale face, Yan scolded "Musa"

"Uncle Musa's benevolence is here"

Musa Ren left without looking back.

Shuhai looked at her back for a while but couldn't recover

"Husband"

Finally regained his chaotic thoughts, Khan met Yan's worried eyes

"sorry"

After saying such words to the woman in front of him in a shy manner, it was only now that he realized that there was only so much he could say...

"Musa" looked at his sister's angry look, Hanxi hurried up to meet her, "What did you say to your father when you were unhappy?"

"nothing"

Looking at Musa Ren's frown, Hanxi suddenly found it interesting. Musa Ren's tight appearance reminded him of the little girl who always had a temper with him when he was young.

It's like a cat playing with a ball of string and going around, but it gets itself in, and then angrily tugs at the ball of string, and finally kicks it as if to vent its anger

"Musa, what's the matter with you?" Han Xi salivated a face and put it on the handsome face with a smile

Seeing Hanxi like this, Mu Saren's heart immediately cleared up. She said carelessly, "It's just that my uncle is concerned about your marriage."

""

Han Xi only felt that the whole person was struck by lightning and couldn't wait to ask, "Then how did you answer?"

Mu Saren didn't answer Han Xi's question directly, and said lightly, "Let's get married after Han Xi's turmoil in Xiliang is over."

Hanxi never dreamed that Musaren would say such a thing to him. Maybe time is really amazing and love it is also an elastic thing.

The person who was so persistent has become blurred in the lapse of time, only the person in front of me is clearer

"thank you"

musa thank you

This is a sentence of gratitude he owes her, thank her for her patience and concession, thank her for her tolerance of him and her consistent love over the years

Mu Saren closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth lightly, "What stupid things are you talking about?"

She used to think that she wasn't very much in love with her and dismissed her. The years of time have worn away her edges and corners.

There are too many unfortunate people or things in this world...

There are always very few examples of people getting married. If you can still meet people who are interested in each other in your lifetime, why bother to have so many worries?

Even if she doesn't get a lot of love today, what about ten or twenty years from now?

She always has a way to make him only have her shadow in his heart

"One more thing I should tell you"

Han Xi hadn't recovered from what happened just now, he approached Musaren with a smile, "I'll do what Musa has to do."

"Molento, I hold a wedding for him and Hanxiao, I think we can marry them after the matter is over"

"Mo Lian, is he going to marry Hanxiao?"

Han Xi felt something stuck in his heart, he was uncomfortable, he really liked Mo Lian, it was one thing to admit that he liked Mo Han, it was another thing to know that he married a wife

It's just that now even Mo Lian has let go of the love that was once almost magical, so why does he have any reason to hesitate?

"That's great"

Mu Saren curled his lips, "You pretend to be generous, but you are so sad."

"It's different now, Musa." Hanxi met Musaren's eyes, "Since I said I want to get married, I won't betray you. Although I can't promise you right now, I only have you in my heart, but one day Feelings like this are a thing of the past because nothing lasts forever.”

Mu Saren never thought that her younger brother who doesn't know how to love would one day make such a promise to her. As strong as she is, she can't help but her eyes are red, but her heart is full of happiness.

Han Xi leaned forward and hugged Musa Ren and whispered in her ear, "When the time comes, how many children we have will be best paired with Mo Lan and Mo Li. I think you really like those two little devils. It’s not bad to recruit a door-to-door son-in-law.”

"Poor mouth" Musaren was told by Han Xi that he was buried in his arms with red cheeks and refused to come out

Such a day is already perfect, but Musa Ren understands the turbulent undercurrent behind this tranquility better than anyone else.

Now that the war is imminent, everything is within reach, but Han Xi, the young master of Xiliang, knows nothing about it

Han Xi looked at Musa Ren's frown and asked, "Musa, why are you sighing?"

"Hanxi, if I mean if Xiliang and Mo Xi go to war, how will you treat it?"

Han Xi wrinkled and kissed Mu Saren's face, "What are you thinking about? That little Prince Gong has no intentions towards Xiao Lian, but I don't think he should be so cruel that he shouldn't give him a little room to breathe."

You are wrong, he is so cruel

"Little Lian has your letter." Wei Yu took a letter from the pigeon and handed it to Mo Lian who was coaxing the child again.

Mo Li and Mo Lan cooperated very well and hid to the side to play. Mo Lian took the letter, and sure enough, the handwriting was familiar, but without the playful embellishment of a little ghost, it seemed a bit lonely.

I don't have the heart to think about those two little ghosts. Mo Lian was quickly attracted by the content of Qingcheng's letter. Unexpectedly, the Eighth Prince really fell for Mo Han.

In fact, it is natural to think about it. After all, no matter how dissatisfied Mo Yixiao is with Mo Han's actions, he is Mo Xi's prince after all, so how could he just helplessly see Mo Xi fall under the iron cavalry of Xiliang and Turks?

What Qingcheng means is that no matter whether the two countries win or lose in a war, their lives will inevitably be destroyed. All he can do is to stabilize other countries and prevent them from enjoying the benefits of fishing

Mo Lian was very pleased with Zichuan Qingcheng's carefulness

He is Zichuan Qingcheng's only living blood relative. No matter what is wrong, Mo Lian hopes that the two brothers will not fight too hard.

Mo Lian didn't know that Zichuan Bingyue's eyes turned red when she accidentally saw this simple letter in her brother's desk

"Cuckoo"

The pigeon flapped its snow-white wings and flew straight into Mo Lian's hand. Mo Lian wondered why another one came flying just after his short book was sent out.

Taking off the short book on the pigeon, Mo Lian slowly opened her slender eyebrows and frowned tightly, holding a small piece of paper tightly in his palm

Looking at Mo Lian's pale face with a smile, he asked, "What did you say in the son's letter?"

Mo Lian smiled, "It's nothing but small things."

After leaving with a smile, Mo Lian quickly walked to the desk and saw the snow-white note being swallowed by the flames of the candlestick

"Meet in Luoxi New City at noon today"

"Father, are you okay?" Mo Li blinked his big watery eyes and asked why he always felt that his father was always in a trance after reading the letter.

Mo Lian came back to her senses and touched Mo Li's delicate face, "What can I do, little brat, but did you and Xiaolan study hard today?"

"Of course there is." Li Li puffed up his chest proudly, "The book has its own house of gold, and the book has Yan Ruyu. My brother and I have always liked it so much."

The book has its own golden house The book has its own Yan Ruyu, which is a bit interesting Although I am envious of the astonishingly talented Xuan Xuan, I still have more than enough energy but not enough energy.

During the past few years, he has become accustomed to reading various books in his free time, and only then did he understand the joy of reading.

So he hopes that Mo Lan and Mo Li can also read more books, even if they can't learn a lot of knowledge, it's better than him like him who only hates less when they use up their books.

"Xiao Li, I'm going out for a while, you want to listen to Xiao Lan and be obedient, okay?"

"Xiao Li has always been obedient." After hearing what Mo Lian said, Mo Li responded obediently.

On the contrary, the thoughtful elder son, Mo Lan, saw heresy. Although he is only four years old, Mo Lan is not like children of the same age at all.

When Mo Lian looked at Mo Lan, she would wonder whose child it was. Even if it was him, she couldn't deny that her son Mo Lan's temperament was very similar to Mo Han.

"Father, I don't want you to go"

Mo Lan held back Mo Lianci and acted a little like what he should be at his age

Mo Lian rubbed his head and said dotingly, "It's not like I won't come, idiot Xiaolan."

"You and Xiaoli are obedient, I'll come back when I finish my work, okay?"

"Brother and father have something to do, you can stay with Xiao Li."

Seeing the back and forth attacks of the big and the small, even an old man like Mo Lan couldn't help being defeated. He scratched his head and took his younger brother away.

Seeing the children go away, Mo Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

When he raised his head again, the tenderness in the black pupils was no longer cold

"My lord, I'm coming"