Chapter 3 Wake Up

Mo Ning came down from the carriage. She stood up in gray. Her long hair was tied up and the accessories around her waist were slightly shaken. At this time, she was dressed as a man, just more tender than that ordinary man.

Zhong Qingquan got out of the carriage and looked at her in a daze. He looked at her raised eyes and a gray moon. Inadvertently, he found that there was light snow in the sky. The snowflakes were as big as rice. He looked at them and couldn't help sighing, "It's snowing again."

Mo Ning came to her senses and felt that snowflakes had floated on her face. She gently shook her long hair and nodded slightly, "I don't know how long the snow will last."

"It should be over soon." He patted his sleeve and took the lead in moving forward.

Mo Ning followed him and looked at his back. He couldn't help but feel that this once most carefree and unrestrained man was gradually losing weight. Now he doesn't have the usual appearance of Brother Qingquan.

The two walked less than a hundred steps and saw the ancient tree. The red ribbons fluttered like leaves. Although all its leaves had already fallen off, the fluttering red ribbons added another style.

Affectionate men and women write down their wishes together. There are also some men and women who seek marriage here, and some people stand under the tree, close their eyes and make a wish silently.

The two looked at each other and walked under the tree. After walking under the tree, Zhong Qingquan found that everyone's eyes were on the two of them. His head was a little lower, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, these two gorgeous men were so eye-catching that no one could take a look.

"It seems that your men's clothing is more beautiful than me." Zhong Qingquan smiled gently and said jokingly. This sentence made Mo Ning have to laugh again. He seemed to remember something and couldn't help but be a little excited. "Brother Qingquan, do you remember the words I carved on this tree with you? At that time, what I wrote seemed to be?"

Before Mo Ning finished speaking, Zhong Qingquan said first, "I'm willing to wait for someone."

"The white head is not separated."

The voices of the two people sounded at the same time, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. This seemingly identical sentence was said to different people. Zhong Qingquan wrote about Mo Ning, while Mo Ning wrote Zhong Xuanyu.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head gently, "We all did it."

Hearing what he said, Mo Ning sank his eyes, turned his head to the next stall, picked up a pen, bought a red belt, and slowly wrote down his wish, "I hope Xuanyu's body can recover quickly."

Zhong Qingquan looked at her, turned around at different stalls, and bought a red belt, while he wrote, "Forgive me for my selfishness in this life. I hope your wish can be realized soon."

After writing, the two of them threw it at the tree at the same time, hung on different branches, and swayed slightly with the wind. Mo Ning closed his eyes and continued to repeat the sentence. Zhong Qingquan looked at her side face, and a affectionate smile rose in his narrow eyes.

The snow was getting heavier and bigger, but it still did not blur his vision. Instead, it was her pious face.

On the way back, Mo Ning sat in the carriage without saying a word. Zhong Qingquan looked at him and coughed a few times, "Is it cold?"

"Ah?" Mo Ning didn't want him to ask himself again. He came to his senses with doubts. He remembered what he had just said and quickly shook his head, "Brother Qingquan, what do you wish for?"

"Me? Naturally, I hope the world is peaceful!" Zhong Qingquan's face was full of atmosphere and he doubted himself, so he smiled deeply, "What about you?"

"Compared with Qingquan, mine is a little selfish." Mo Ning said softly, lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at the goose-like snow outside the car, and sighed gently, "Why is this snow getting bigger and bigger?"

Zhong Qingquan looked at her to avoid answering, and had already guessed what her wish was. He simply smiled meaningfully. His wish might be more selfish than her wish.

Back to the Yangxin Hall, Mo Ning gently walked over and looked at his familiar sleepy face and smiled. She looked at him, full of contentment. Xuanyu, I would like to wait for you to be separated. Do you know my waiting?

At night, it was very quiet. Mo Ning lay on the bedside, guarding his favorite man, looking at the beating candlelight, and finally fell asleep.

In the dream, the man in white had a gentle smile in his eyes. He was persistent with Xiao in one hand. His body had been surrounded by the lavender in the mountains. The breeze brushed his hair and looked as elegant and unruly as him. She stood in the distance and watched the man gently put Xiao beside his thin lips. Before the sound of the flute, he was painted. Black encirclement.

Mo Ning's body trembled and she found that she had just had a dream. After a snowfall, the sun had already been reflected into the house by the white snow. Mo Ning opened her sleepy eyes, and the pain and weakness in her body reminded her that she had slept on the edge of the bed all night. Her hands gently groped, but, I have never touched that pair of warm palms,

Suddenly, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the sunlight hanging high in the air blurred her vision. However, she still saw that there was no one on the bed.

She didn't know what she was in her mood at this time. She stood up and fell to the ground again. Her legs had already been paralyzed. She was still happy. Sure enough, God heard her wish.

Mo Ning stumbled to the door of the palace and looked at the lonely white snow outside the house. However, the row of footprints on the white snow was particularly eye-catching. Her heart beat excitedly and looked along the footprints. Who was the man in a gray robe, not Zhong Xuanyu?

Mo Ningjing looked at his back quietly, but tears flowed out without warning. These days, she had not cried, but after seeing him wake up, she still couldn't suppress her excitement.

She slowly walked down the steps, stood behind him, and gently called out his name, "Xuan Yu."

The gray-robed man's body was obviously stagnant after hearing this sound. He slowly turned his head, and the cup in his hand still exuded ethereal heat. He looked at the touching woman in front of him, and his calm eyes gradually narrowed.

"Xuanyu, I'm finally waiting..." Before Mo Ning finished his words, a warm water stain was splashed on her face. She didn't have time to close her eyes. Looking at Zhong Xuanyu, who had not yet put away the water splashing action in her hand, she was stunned, "Xuanyu..."

Zhong Xuanyu looked at the woman who had been successfully attacked by himself, and a strong sense of joy suddenly appeared on his serious face. He threw away the cup in his hand, bent his eyes, and clapped his hands and smiled at her.

Mo Ning never thought that the first thing he woke up was to splash herself into a drowned chicken. Despite the cold water spilled into her skirt, she took a step forward and just wanted to grab his hand but was dodged by him.

Zhong Xuanyu looked at Mo Ning warily. After a long time, he only said a sentence. In such a sentence, Mo Ning's heart was completely cold.

She thought that as long as she didn't give up waiting, there would be results. Xuanyu would definitely wake up, but she didn't expect that when he woke up, he had already forgotten herself. The cold wind was piercing, as if it was also eroding her originally weak heart inch by inch. She didn't know why he became like this. Finally, she couldn't help it. It's tears.

He finally realized his original mood, so helpless, so painful.

Seeing that she did not answer herself, Zhong Xuanyu repeated, "Who are you? Why are you by my bedside? Do you want to hurt me, mother, mother..." It shouted to help like a child.

His voice clearly entered her ears. She wiped her tears and smiled stubbornly. She looked at the man in front of her and looked angrily, "Zhong Xuanyu, how long are you going to joke with me?"

He obviously didn't hear what she said. He looked at Mo Ning with troubled eyes. For a long time, he saw that he was a little distracted, so he turned his back angrily and squatted down.

"Xuan Yu?" Mo Ning shouted gently. As soon as he approached two steps, he was hit in the face by a sudden snowball. Similarly, it also hit his heart. He looked at the arrogant man, who was as childish as a child. His heart was completely cold.

"I warn you, if you are one step closer to me, be careful, you're welcome!" As he spoke, the snowball in his hand was also thrown at will, catched, and thrown again. Even the snowball seemed to warn her not to approach.

Mo Ning stopped and looked at Zhong Xuanyu's slowly retreating body from afar. At this time, Xiaoyu also pushed the door through the door of the Yangxin Hall with sleepy eyes.

Seeing that Zhong Xuanyu opened, he wanted to leave. After saying goodbye, he ran straight to the door.

"Xiaoyu, close the door quickly, go to the royal doctor, and say that the emperor is awake!" Mo Ning was quick-eyed and said as he ran. Before Xiaoyu opened the door, he rushed to the door and closed the door hard. Zhong Xuan saw her blocking the door, and another snowball hit her face. He looked at her with a pitiful expression, "Get out of the way!"

"No, you can't go out!" Mo Ning refused to give in. Looking at Zhong Xuanyu, tears mixed with the melted snow on her face. Once she expected how much she would wake up, but she didn't expect him to become like this when he woke up. She didn't expect that he was not Zhong Xuanyu, and she didn't dare to think about it. He forgot herself.

Zhong Xuanyu looked at her in silence, and his face had already lost his arrogance and domineering. Looking at this poor woman who cried in front of him, he frowned slightly and sat on the stone pier angrily, with his back to her. His tone also became calm, but there was a childishness, "Well, for the sake of your crying, I don't care about you, but you can't trap me for the rest of my life.

Mo Ning lowered her head and said nothing. Listening to what he said, her heart was in pain. The lips she clenched at this time had already flowed blood, but there was no feeling of pain at all. The blood was dripping on the white snow, like bright red plums.