Chapter 5 and so on

This sudden snow made the temperature that was not warm much lower. Zhong Xuanyu walked briskly in a black robe. He held a heater in his hand, ran and stopped, and looked back at Mo Ning. If she didn't keep up, he would run back to her and follow him honestly.

Since the early morning incident, Zhong Xuanyu seems to be very dependent on Mo Ning. He listens to her in everything and will never go against her.

The pond was still covered with a thin layer of ice, covered with thick snow. Mo Ning breathed the cool air, looked at Zhong Xuanyu's eyes at all this, and called him gently. He ran to her side, stuffed the heater in his hand into her arms, and smiled stupidly, "It's cold, Ning'er is warm."

Mo Ning shook his head and handed the stove back to him. "Xuanyu, I wear a lot. It's not cold."

Zhong Xuanyu nodded ignorantly, looked at the thick snow in the pond, and somehow laughed.

As soon as Zhong Qingquan got off the morning, Zhong Xuanyu's instructions had already reached the ears of the civil and military officials. They actually forced him to succeed to the throne with the fact that the country could not be ownerless for a day. Naturally, he decided. Looking at the memorial, it was all such ideas. He couldn't help but have a headache and simply came to this royal garden. Coincidentally. Compared with Mo Ning's smiling eyes, he also smiled gently and walked to her in a few steps, "I think too little about the early morning."

In the face of Zhong Qingquan's explanation, Mo Ning couldn't help feeling a little guilty. She smiled and shook her head, "Look at your sad face. What's wrong?"

"It's not a national matter, and there are some miscellaneous things. Everyone knows that the third brother is crazy. Instead of making a plan, those old ministers forced me to succeed to the throne. Naturally, I didn't agree. After all, the third brother beat the world." While Zhong Qingquan spoke, he couldn't help but be a little worried again. After sighing, the sad face seemed to be aggravated a little.

"I don't know it will be like this. If Brother Qingquan doesn't want to continue to take care of the government, it's better for me to come forward and choose a good candidate in person. I should have thought that Brother Qingquan is as wild as me."

"But I'm not as strong as you." Zhong Qingquan said it casually, and he didn't know where to start. He and Mo Ning could talk so easily.

Mo Ning smiled, but was silent and didn't say another word. He looked at the white river and turned his head to hide the original sadness.

"Ning'er, I..."

Zhong Qingquan didn't finish her words. She only heard a plop, as if something had fallen from the pond. Mo Ning was shocked and found that there was no Zhong Xuanyu beside her. She suddenly panicked. Just as she was about to jump down, she was pulled by Zhong Qingquan's arm. He looked at the opposite side of the pond and shook his head helplessly. " It seems that this throne may be my must.

Opposite the river bank, the stove in Zhong Xuanyu's hand had long disappeared. At this time, he was looking at Mo Ning with an unwilling face, pointing to Zhong Qingquan and shouting, "Let go of my Ning'er."

Mo Ning quickly pulled back his hand and looked at Zhong Qingquan's helpless smile. Finally, he had no words and looked directly at Zhong Xuanyu. "Sometimes, I think, fortunately, he still remembers his Ning'er."

Zhong Qingquan narrowly squinted slightly, looked at Mo Ning's seemingly satisfied eyes, and finally suppressed all his words to the bottom of his heart, "How many people are left in the harem?"

"There is no one left in the palace, but there are many maids and maids. It's like a virtual harem. It's better to burn. These women are very angry when they think about it. They are in trouble and fly separately. I'm relaxed. Don't care about them." Mo Ning's tone was more or less complaining. At this time, Zhong Xuanyu had already stood behind her. Listening to her words, his handsome eyes turned gently, as if he thought of something, and smiled.

"In my opinion, it's better not to burn it. You can wait until I succeed to the throne and then it won't be empty." Zhong Qingquan joked, looked at Mo Ning's unmoved eyes, and his heart was as silent ashes, "Choose an auspicious day."

"Brother Qingquan, wait a minute. Maybe Xuanyu will get better. I don't want you to fall into it. You also know that the most terrible thing in the world is between kings and ministers."

He was stunned and finally came to his senses. "Okay, but you have to believe that I can deal with harmony. He is not the only one who can deal with this Qingyan emperor."

She smiled faintly, "Of course I trust the ability of Brother Qingquan."

The sun happened to shine on their faces. Xiaoyu has been chasing Zhong Xuanyu, who was playing on the edge of the pond. Her heart has been holding it, for fear that he will accidentally fall into the pond and be flooded by the cold pool.

It was night. She was already tired. Looking at Zhong Xuanyu, who was still like chicken blood, she laughed at why he didn't see so much vitality. She slowly took off her brocade robe, called him to the edge of the bed, helped him untie the gray robe, wiped his face. After preparing everything, she asked him to lie down, and the two lay together and played with each other. On the noble concubine's bed, but there were not so many fetters.

He looked at her with his eyes open, and his bright eyes were full of childishness. She also looked at him. It was not until he fell asleep that she was reluctant to look away, gently straightened her mind, and remembered that on a night, she had never looked at him so calmly.

Thinking about it, she was sleepy. Before she could look at the slowly frowning, she fell into a nightmare.

Still a young man in white robe, he looked at her, without the usual coldness and sharpness, and more childlike brightness.

She was woken up by waves of noise. It was sleepy and struggled to open its eyes, but found that the man had not been seen on the bed for a long time. She suddenly woke up and thought that he was not clear. I was afraid that something would happen. Looking at the fire outside, she put on her shoes and ran out.

A group of bodyguards ran towards the harem with a bucket in their hands. She stopped a man for no reason and asked. The man saw that it was Mo Ning and wanted to salute, but she stopped him.

"What happened?" Mo Ning asked again.

"If you go back to the Queen's words, the harem is on fire, and someone saw that the emperor was also there."

After hearing the words of the little bodyguard, Mo Ning turned around and ran to the position of the harem. The fire in front of her was getting bigger and bigger, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Across the distance, she saw the familiar back, stood firmly, and looked up at the harem where the fire had already burned into a piece, and her shining eyes were also reflected by the firelight, emitting a faint light.

Mo Ning took Zhong Xuanyu's hand, looked at his black face, and asked with lingering heart, "Xuan Yu, what's the matter?"

Zhong Xuanyu shook his head, and his two hands holding carbon gently rubbed it. Then he slowly said, "Ning'er, I set the fire."

The morning light in the early morning melted the snow on the white ground, and the reflected light shone into the house. The woman on the bed hummed gently and naturally applied the back of her hand to her eyes. Mo Ning felt a little pain in her head. It was not until the light flowed through the cracks in her fingers that she opened her eyes with difficulty.

At the pillow, at the same time, the man who woke up was turning his eyes. His dark hair spread from the pillow. Between his handsome eyebrows, there was a little pity that had not yet dissipated, and his eyes were full of childlike clear staring at the woman on the same pillow.

She looked at him contentedly and remembered his words last night, "Ning'er said that the harem was burned, and I did it."

She was satisfied. She looked at him in front of the fire, ordered him tightly, and then pulled him into the Yangxin Hall.

The emperor's illness is like a fire and the harem is spreading like a tide, but they don't know that the emperor lacks the harem because of a woman's words. In this life, if you meet a person who is desperate because of your words, you will be satisfied.

The sunshine in the early morning was hazy, reflecting him so perfectly.

Xiaoyu has been gloomy since a while ago. After serving them after breakfast, she cleaned up silently by herself.

Mo Ning asked her why. Who wanted to ask this? She actually cried and said that she had a letter from her family that she was going to marry a daughter-in-law with her childhood sweetheart. She was wronged.

Mo Ning smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "Why don't you stop it and save it?"

Xiaoyu raised her head in disbelief and looked at Mo Ning, with a grateful face.

"If the Ministry of Internal Affairs has received the salary, let's go." Mo Ning smiled and saw Xiaoyu slowly shaking her head.

"Miss, if I leave, who else will take care of you? Now that the emperor has failed, everyone is s up to the King of Qingyang. Who will remember the past? Besides, the man's breached trust first, I won't beg him not to leave me. Otherwise, the happiness I asked for can exist for a few days?" Xiaoyu's words were reasonable, and her eyes had already become resolute. After wiping a handful of tears, she smiled stubbornly and turned around and continued to clean up.

Mo Ning sighed, "Xiaoyu, you don't have to stay for me. After all, I won't be with you for the rest of my life. If he is forced by his family, won't you solve the problem when you go back? Think about it. If you think about it, come back to see me. After saying that, she turned around and walked out. She didn't see Xiaoyu burst into tears at this time.

When she saw Mo Ning leave, she finally couldn't help sobbing gently. Yes, she couldn't serve the young lady all her life, but she could be beside the man all her life. She also clearly remembered the words written in her family book, which had no choice but to.

Zhong Qingquan's face in the court is full of bitterness, and the harem is burned, which is also unfear. What he promised was also done. However, he also left himself a difficult problem. Now that the harem is in ruins, he has to order the reconstruction of the harem.

Xiaoyu still left. Three days later, she knelt in front of Mo Ning and sewed the red plum brocade into a robe and put it in front of her.

Mo Ning looked at the beautiful brocade robe and unconsciously blushed her eyes. This little jade, she sighed gently, took off the hair and put it on the palm of her hand, which was regarded as the dowry she gave her.

Without the existence of Xiaoyu, the Yangxin Hall is much more deserted. If it hadn't been for the figure of Zhong Xuanyu who often went in and out, I'm afraid no one would have thought of it. This emperor still exists.