088 Xue Muyang's happiness

In the end, Xue Muyang still admitted that it was a dream, admitted that Mo Xiaoran had never come at all, and admitted the woman of the strange princess, but his spirit was still not very good and decadent. Even if he admitted it, it would take a period of buffer time. No one would be so Forget everything, even if it is a dream, it is also an unforgettable dream. What's more, Xue Muyang believes that it is not a dream. And in the face of those people, he had pain in his heart and couldn't find anyone, but he couldn't say it. In the end, he had to admit it, but admitting it did not mean that he would believe it.

He also sees and remembers the princess's kindness to him all the time, remembers it, and gradually improves her attitude towards her. However, she still does not agree with her current status as the princess, and whether this woman can finally stand in this royal palace, or Xue Muyang's heart can only rely on She is herself.

The palace once again regained peace and silence. Everyone forgot that Mo Xiaoran had come and left. He walked so quietly without disturbing anyone and took away all the memories of her. But except Xue Muyang, in fact, Mo Xiaoran really did not mean it, and Yes, because the foxes walked in such a hurry that they were too lazy to go to find Xue Muyang's trace in person and then delete their memories. You see, how simple this reason is, but it has brought great trauma to some people.

If life is really so simple, and the sad memories that we don't like are deleted, will we only have happiness in our lives? However, we are just ordinary people who can't delete memories like those foxes. However, just like they have demonic power, they may not be able to delete all their memories. After all, once some things are deleted, there will never be any more, and there will always be something that people can't bear to let go of in their lives. Memories.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine." The strange woman's voice sounded outside the door and woke up Xue Muyang, who was immersed in his meditation. Xue Muyang looked at the door with some confusion. Then, his eyes slowly became clear, and the corners of his mouth pulled a wry smile.

"Ye, come in." Xue Muyang said faintly. As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. A strange and familiar figure slowly walked in, holding a plate steadily in his hand. There was the bowl in the plate and a small spoon next to it.

"Your Majesty, do you feel better today?" The woman walked to Xue Muyang's side, put the end on the desk on one side, and then asked softly. Her eyes were full of Xue Muyang's figure, telling her concern. At this moment, I had to say that Xue Muyang's heart slowly melted, and we couldn't stand up and pretended to be indifferent.

"Ye, it's better, princess. Thank you for your hard work recently." Xue Muyang smiled faintly and took the opportunity to pull the woman standing beside him and sit next to him. Then, the soft couch squeaked faceless because of the unbearable weight of the two people to show his dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty..." The woman suddenly choked when she heard that sentence. She called the prince and couldn't say anything more. Her eyes were full of tears. She looked at Xue Muyang, as if all the grievances had been used at this moment. At this moment, she felt that she had done anything during this period. Love is worth it, just for the affirmation and care of this sentence.

People's hearts are made of meat, and they can go there very much, and so can Xue Muyang. Looking at the tearful man in front of him, he can't let go, shakes his hand away, smiles faintly, and then holds her in his arms and pats the person in his arms, as if comforts him.

He saw everything this woman had done and put it in his heart. He knew that the scalded hand, the broken bowl, and the eyes that were always choked red. Perhaps it's time to wake up from your dream, otherwise, you will miss a lot. Xue Muyang thought and hugged the person in his arms tighter.

"Okay, it's all right. Let's forget everything and start again, huh?" Xue Muyang put his head on the woman's shoulder and took a deep breath of the faint fragrance of the woman's body, which was very intoxicating. His low voice slowly sounded and asked. After hearing this, the woman in her arms cried even more. The head buried in Xue Muyang's arms lit desperately for fear that Xue Muyang would regret the next moment.

"Well, let's get to know each other again." Xue Muyang let go of the person in his arms, looked at the eyes that had cried red, opened his most beautiful smile, and said, "Hello, I'm Xue Muyang. I will be your husband in the future. Your God. From today on, we will share everything about me, and I will be the only one who can stop the disaster."

In this case, if the woman Mo Xiaoran heard it, she would be very surprised, and then looked at Xue Muyang with an incredible face and asked very seriously, "You came here in the 21st century, right? Then he looked at Xue Muyang and shook his head confusedly, and his expression became extremely frustrated. However, the woman in front of Xue Muyang was not Mo Xiaoran, but the woman who had been silently paying behind Xue Muyang and taking care of everything. When she heard that promise, the tears that had just stopped burst the dike again.

"Hello, I'm Gu Chuyan. I will be your wife in the future. I can't promise anything, and I don't have the ability to promise anything, but if there is such a day, I'm willing to die for you." The woman looked into Xue Muyang's eyes and said word by word. Xue Muyang did not doubt the authenticity of this promise, because he knew that this woman was serious. If she really did it one day, she would really do it. Later, the facts also proved that she was so righteous and thoughtless. He fell in front of him, and finally he went back on his promise.

Of course, we can never predict what will happen in the future, and we don't know how to avoid it. There is a destiny in the dark, and no one can change anything. If life is just like the first sight, what will happen to the autumn wind and painting fan...

However, their story is so far, just like in the fairy tale. The prince and princess lived a happy life and added another baby over time. In this way, warm happiness, no one will mention the past. Xue Muyang did not think of the dream that was not a dream again. The dream was too beautiful, so it was easy. Broken. The reality should be ordinary and indifferent. It doesn't need so many magnificent waves or so many vows. As long as you love each other, it is enough.

"Alas..." The sound of a sigh sounded from the Liyue Pavilion, which was long and continuous, and spread directly throughout the palace. Each ear sounded faintly, especially a feeling of a haunted house, and unconsciously shud. In the next few days, people in the palace walked around the Liyue Pavilion. Rumors have it that Liyue Pavilion is haunted. Mo Xiaoran just smiled at such rumors and did not blame anyone, although she knew that she was a very careful and revengeful master.

"Why, are you still not satisfied with such an ending?" Mo Yao next to him asked with a puzzled face.

"Alas, it's just a sigh." Mo Xiaoran sighed and said angrily, not to mention that there was such a posture, but his last sentence was a little unflattering, because Mo Xiaoran said, "Didn't you erase your memories? Why did you change their fate?"

As soon as Mo Xiaoran's problem fell, the surroundings suddenly became cold. Yes, what you said is easy. It's okay to make a person forget it. It's not so easy to let the group forget it. The only thing that the group forgets is left alone. What do you do if you don't change your fate? Is it possible to let this person die inexplicably? Then wait for Mo Xiaoran's vicious woman to settle accounts and bury them all? They don't have this hobby...

It is said that since Mo Xiaoran came to the demon world, he has never seen Mo Xie's figure. Well, it should not be said that Mo Xiaoran has not seen it. In fact, all people have not seen Mo Xie appear, and they don't know what happened will suddenly disappear.

"There is still no news about Mo Xie." Mo Yan said lightly, and had to say that his topic made the scene even colder, and several other foxes couldn't help looking at Mo Yan with contempt. Sweat Didi, I really don't know what this Moyan's head is thinking. Unexpectedly, which pot doesn't open and which pot. Although you want to remedy the cold scene, you don't have to talk about this, right? Shit, it's very harmful.

"Oh, you are tired for a few days. Let's go back and rest first. I'll lie down for a while." Mo Xiaoran said with a blank face and tired. Then, without giving some fox a chance to speak, he walked directly to the inner room and really lay down.

When some foxes saw this, they couldn't say anything more, so they left one after another. Each of them was thinking about it. They really didn't understand what trick Mo Xie was playing. Obviously, they liked it so much. No, it should be said that they loved it. Why did they give up so much when they heard Mo Xiaoran's confession? What about such a silent disappearance? This is really strange, isn't it? Mo Xiaoran's heartless woman expressed her feelings so bluntly. Isn't it the end of the prince and the princess? Why did it end up hurt each other and see each other? It's really difficult for them to figure it out.

They understood their position very well at the beginning, and understood that in this war, no one can compete with Mo Xie today, because they saw the woman's attitude earlier, but even so far, there has been no end. However, I have to say what kind of abuse they are. Under the long-term fraud and abuse of Mo Xiaoran, they also have a feeling of heartbeat, but it is by no means that she is not so determined not to marry.

Originally, they didn't need to consider Mo Xiaoran's ideas and positions, but why are they not able to do it now? In terms of strength, they are no worse than Mo Xiaoran. They can easily force her to go to bed. Anyway, as long as she gives birth to a little fox, the war will be over. I don't know why they just can't do it at this moment.