C23 What a Fool

"Princess..." Qing Yan really wanted to say something, but after all, this involved two countries. It was not something that a little maid like herself could judge. However, there was one thing that she was very sure of.

"Princess, don't worry. No matter what happens in the future, Qing Yan will protect the princess. Even if Qing Yan dies for the princess, Qing Yan will not frown!" That's right, this was what Qing Yan thought. Furthermore, it is also the value of Qing Yan's existence.

Finally turning around to look at the young maid, Hua Moyu's eyes were filled with warmth.

"You are really a fool, Qing Yan. When the time comes, it will not be up to us to decide." He tidied up the sadness in his heart to avoid making the young maid also look depressed.

"Qing Yan, when do you think the rain will stop? I really want to swing in the garden. I still want to sing for Qing Yan to hear." Hua Moyu smiled and came to Qing Yan's side. She picked up the rose cream that Qing Yan had just brought over from the kitchen and took a big bite.

Qing Yan's small face immediately lit up, "Princess, actually we can go to the Qingfeng Pavilion to admire the scenery. If it is not raining, then we must stay in the room. I brought the oil-paper umbrella." Hua Moyu looked at the position Qing Yan pointed at and there were indeed two oil-paper umbrellas.

Qing Yan walked to the door and opened one of the oil-paper umbrellas. Only then did Hua Moyu see clearly that there was a picture drawn on the surface of the umbrella. It was winter plums. The plums that symbolized unyielding pride seemed to be showing her unyielding posture.

"Princess, here you go! Let's go!" Qing Yan then opened another umbrella. It was a very ordinary pale yellow color. That might be the original appearance of the umbrella.

It was a light blue robe, and its unbound hair was fluttering in the wind. The wet and wet path was fresh and fresh. Although it was a little wet with the thin embroidered shoes. But at this moment, it seemed that he could not care about that much anymore, right?

The concept of small bridges and flowing water was the poetic concept of poetry, but now, it truly appeared before his eyes. It was delicate and exquisite, and it didn't lose the charm that it emitted because of its exquisite appearance. He suddenly felt that in such a scene, the umbrella had actually become an extra decoration.

Hua Moyu threw away the Laba Plum Umbrella in her hands amidst the surprised cries of the young maid. The fine raindrops directly made intimate contact with her body. Her small face was quickly drenched, but she had a refreshing feeling.

He believed that in this ancient era where there was no industrial pollution, the rain could really be pure to the point that it could cleanse one's soul.

"Princess, what are you doing?" Qing Yan hurriedly picked up the Laba Plum Umbrella that Hua Moyu threw to the side and tried to stuff it into Hua Moyu's hands.

What am I doing? Of course, she was venting and cleansing her soul. Because in such a suitable situation, even tears would be considered rain. She ignored Qing Yan's anxiety and continued to let the rain pour on her body. It was really comfortable. Hua Moyu felt that her entire body had been washed clean.

Qing Yan also quickly threw away the umbrella in her hand and tried to bring Hua Moyu into the Qingfeng Pavilion not far away.

At this time, Hua Moyu was unexpectedly like an elf in the rain, giggling as she hid with Qing Yan.

"Qing Yan, don't catch me. Wait for me at the Qingfeng Pavilion in front. I'll be right there. Okay? If you don't listen, I'll just stand here. I won't go with you." Hua Moyu purposely wanted to negotiate with the young maid.

Qing Yan was helpless and could only go to the Qingfeng Pavilion to avoid the rain. But her face was full of anxiety, "Princess, Qing Yan is begging you. Your injury is just right, you can't get wet. Hurry up and come in to hide from the rain?"

Hehe, I finally managed to lure the little guy in the way into the pavilion. Hua Moyu's small mouth finally raised up happily," Qing Yan, if I don't have enough fun, I won't go in. You better not come out and spoil my mood, otherwise... I will always be here to shower."

Qing Yan was about to cry. Since when did the princess become so difficult to deal with? She had never felt so powerless before. Someone, come and save her!

No one knew that Hua Moyu (Mo Yu) had a small secret. That was, it would only act up when it was raining. It could also be said to be a kind of illness!

It was only when it rained that the hidden personality in the depths of one's heart would erupt from the depths of one's heart after being drenched in the rain. At that time, Hua Moyu (Mo Yu) could be described as a "witch."

No one could stop her. No one could stop her from venting her emotions. Perhaps, this was also a way to relieve stress!

"I lit the lamp and saw what it looked like in front of me. It was a huge room, a lonely bed. It's all the same after turning off the lamp. He couldn't share the pain in his heart. Life flowed with time, followed by the passing of time, followed by the passing of time. There was no news of happiness. He will go with the flow, sleep with the dream, and his numb heart will gradually fade away. I miss you so much, I miss you so much, but I can't find any trace of you. I still miss you on my tiptoes, and I let my memories linger. I was still crying with my eyes closed. I pretended that I didn't care, I miss you so much, I miss you so much... But I lied to myself..."

I miss you so much." The first word was changed to "light." It seemed like there was no such thing as "light up in ancient times. )

Qing Yan looked at Hua Moyu singing alone in the rain in the pavilion. She could not hide the sadness in her heart. Tears could not help but fall. The princess was missing home.

Yes, Hua Moyu really missed home. She thought of her missing parents and the beautiful time before she turned twelve. She thought about the scene where her mother and father would hold hands and go to the amusement park every weekend. At that time, his favorite thing to do was to smile happily.

And after he turned twelve, the least he could do was laugh. That expression of being frozen by him, he hadn't experienced it for many years.

It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on his face. He only knew that the expression on his face was an expression that people called "smile."

"Moyu!"

" Jasmine! "

Two cries filled with pain came over, and then two figures quickly rushed in front of Hua Moyu's small body.

"Moyu, what are you doing? Qing Yan, what are you still standing there for? Come over!" Leng Xiyou was about to go crazy. He had just finished dealing with some matters and wanted to see what Moyu was doing. He did not expect it to be raining. But the servant girl was staring at him in the pavilion!

"Jasmine, your body can't take it. Van Qingchen had not been in jasmine garden for the past few days. He had just come back today and wanted to see jasmine, but he saw such a scene.

"Leng Xiyou! You are not allowed to scold Qing Yan like that. She obeys my orders. Without my orders, you are not allowed to leave the Qingfeng Pavilion. Why? Are you angry? " At this moment, Hua Moyu was no longer calm and collected. In her place was the sharpness of her soul.

Leng Xiyou was stunned. Even when he had just woken up from his injuries, he did not see Moyu reveal such an expression. Could it be that this was also Moyu?

"And you, Van Qingchen! Do you think that I am such a shallow person that I would be easily fooled by your skin? I am Mo Yu, I am an abandoned child. Hehe. Haha... "

Van Qingchen was also shocked by the aura emitted by Hua Moyu. He did not expect jasmine to have such an aura. She was truly an incredible villain.

Qing Yan originally thought that her savior had finally arrived, but she didn't expect that she would be instantly killed by Hua Moyu. Her small face became even more anxious!

Leng Xiyou was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He knew that he could not force it, so he exchanged a look with Van Qingchen who was beside him. The two of them quickly came to an agreement.

Van Qingchen deliberately took a few steps to Hua Moyu's side, "jasmine, it's okay if you want the rain. Whatever you do, I can accompany you. Let's go together. This way, you won't be lonely. "

The considerate words made Hua Moyu absent-minded. Accompany? How many years had it been? There was no one by her side to accompany her anymore!

Then, she felt her vision go dark. His body actually collapsed into a familiar warm embrace. Looking at his pale face and the tears that could not be covered even in the rain, Leng Xiyou's arms tightened even more.

"Alright, let's go back to the room. Ask the maidservant to change jasmine's wet clothes. I want to take jasmine's pulse. Don't catch a cold again. " Van Qingchen looked at Leng Xiyou's arms and felt that it was an eyesore. If not for the special situation now, he definitely could not let jasmine lie in the arms of another man.

Hua Moyu's beautiful bath in the rain ended under the obstruction of two men!

Hot! The irresistible hot air enveloped every part of her body. Her immobile limbs actually didn't have a trace of strength. She could only allow the irritating hot air to spread and devour the remaining consciousness.

Leng Xiyou stood by the bed and watched Van Qingchen take Hua Moyu's pulse. The tension on his face indicated that his master was not in a good mood right now.

Qing Yan cowered in fear. Although her face was full of worry, she did not dare to step forward. Just now, after Hua Moyu was carried back to her room by Leng Xiyou, he was allowed to change Hua Moyu's clothes first.

The two men consciously pushed the door open and waited for him to help the princess change. Under Leng Xiyou's terrifying gaze, they only dared to carefully hide in an inconspicuous corner.

"Qing Yan, how did you protect Moyu? Did you just watch Moyu get drenched in the rain?" Leng Xiyou saw that the little person on the bed did not wake up for a long time and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only use the young maid, Qing Yan, to make a move first.

"Leng, I, I want to persuade the princess to go back to her room. But the princess did not listen. She also said that if I didn't listen to her, I would be drenched in the rain. I, I have no choice. And the princess seems to have something on her mind. She sang a song, although the Princess wanted to use the drizzle to cover it up. I can see that the princess's eyes are red. I think the princess wants to vent her anger. " Qing Yan's eyes suddenly turned red again because she remembered the scene just now. And the expression on Hua Moyu's face when she sang.

"Moyu, Moyu sang again." Leng Xiyou felt that he was a step too late. If he had said it earlier, he might not have known why Moyu was so sentimental.

"Yes, what song is jasmine singing? Can you still remember the words in it?" Van Qingchen also really wanted to know what the little guy was feeling sentimental about.

"I can only remember a few of them. It seems to be: I miss you so much, so much so that I miss you, but I don't show any traces. I still stand on my tiptoes and miss you, and I still let my memories linger. I'm still crying with my eyes closed, and I pretend that I don't care. I really miss you, I really miss you, but I lied to myself... "Qing Yan relied on her memories to slowly say a few words that she had vaguely remembered.

" I think the princess missed home, although she can only return to Flower Country once a year. But the princess should want to stay in a place with family forever. Just now, the princess said that this place was like a cage. Perhaps she will let the princess stay here for the rest of her life." Qing Yan continued to add.

Leng Xiyou's eyes dimmed, and Van Qingchen also became silent.

"Jasmine missed home. What a poor child. No wonder. " Van Qingchen said in a low voice. The tenderness in his eyes seemed to be overflowing with affection.

"Moyu has indeed suffered, but I think this kind of life will not last for a few years. When the time is right, I will take Moyu away. Let Moyu live a free life. " This was Leng Xiyou's promise, although he had never said it to Hua Moyu. But it's the drive he's been working on. He wanted to give the girl he was protecting a space where she could laugh freely.

"Hey! Mr Leng, you can't leave me behind when the time comes. jasmine must have me by her side. What if there is a person with a headache and fever? It's not possible without me." Van Qingchen had fully displayed his stubborn personality. He would definitely not let Leng Xiyou monopolize jasmine alone.