Chapter 6 I am safe

It was night. As soon as Mo Ning fell asleep, she noticed that the man beside her sat up. She gently opened her eyes, looked at Zhong Xuanyu, who was already dressing herself, and asked vigilantly, "Xuanyu, what are you going to do?"

When Zhong Xuan saw her talking, he quickly made a silent gesture. He just asked her to get dressed. Mo Ning did so. After getting dressed, he took her hand and crept out of the Yangxin Hall. This scene made her unconsciously think of the fireworks that night, he was so perfect under the fireworks.

The two walked slowly all the way. Unconsciously, they came to a red plum tree. Looking at the blooming plum blossoms, he looked at her affectionately.

Mo Ning lost his mind. At this time, he was as good as he was at the beginning, but he was not sure of this idea. He smiled like a child, pulling the corner of Mo Ning's clothes and pointing to the plum blossom, "Ning'er, I want to make plum blossom brew."

Mo Ning nodded with a smile and followed him. The snowflakes on the plum tree fell on the bodies of the two. He picked up the plum blossoms full of bamboo baskets, picked up a handful and smelled them gently. He looked up, and his eyelashes were also stained with snowflakes. A thin layer melted into his eyes with the blink of an eye.

Mo Ning looked at this man who was as pure as snow, and his heart had already melted by him. The night was very deep, but under the reflection of the snow, the white light was reflected. She raised her hand and gently wiped off the water stains on his face. "Xuanyu, why do you suddenly want to make plum blossoms?" Her voice was very light, which accommodated the inquiry of the elders, and she loved him so much.

After listening to it, Zhong Xuanyu sighed deeply in the moonlight, "In the next spring, there will be no plum blossoms. In the next spring, the plum blossoms can also be drunk. In the coming spring, plum blossoms will represent plum blossoms.

He said it stupidly, but Mo Ning heard it seriously. She looked at him and never looked away. "Do you like plum blossoms very much?"

Does he love plum blossoms? Mo Ning didn't know.

"This plum blossom looks like a person." Zhong Xuanyu giggled and looked at Mo Ning like a child.

"Like who?" Mo Ning's curiosity was aroused by him.

"Far in the sky, close in front of you." While Zhong Xuanyu spoke, a handful of red plums in her hand were thrown up and scattered, falling on her hair, while she in the red plum was more eye-catching than the plum blossom. Her eyes were foggy, but there were never tears falling.

Hongmei fell on her hair, his words fell on her heart, and her heart melted. No matter what he became, he loved this woman named Ning'er so much.

She came to her senses, grabbed a handful of plum blossoms and sprinkled it at him with a smile. He dodged with a smile. The two smiled at the same time, calling the quiet palace full of vitality.

At this time, Zhong Qingquan in the corner looked at all this. His eyes were a little drunken, with a smile on his face, but the wine pot in his hand had trembled. Looking at the two people playing under the plum tree, his heart was no longer envy, but satisfaction from the inside out. As long as she was happy, he would not care no matter how hard it was.

He wants to be strong enough to support the world and give her and the one she loves to have a perfect life. He doesn't allow anything to hinder this safe and happy life. Stop its happy smile, even if he carried it alone, he didn't want her to be unhappy.

He was annoyed by the appearance of the border chaos. He was a little cowardly and did not dare to send troops, but when she saw her smile, he thought of all the countermeasures.

He looked at the playful two people and looked up and drank all the wine in the wine pot. He was so drunk that he couldn't remember when he shed tears.

The two were tired and sat casually on the snow. Zhong Xuanyu carefully picked up the scattered plum blossoms and put them in the bamboo basket. Mo Ning called him, and he sat next to her obediently.

Mo Ning leaned his head on his shoulder, looked at the plum blossom, and remembered the plum blossom brocade robe left by Xiao Yu when he left. His eyes suddenly lit up and stared at him sideways. "Xuanyu, I promise you that you can still see the plum blossoms in the spring of next year."

When Zhong Xuanyu heard her words, he was stunned for a moment and looked at her with some doubt, "You lie, the plum blossoms will wither in spring."

Anyone knows that the plum blossoms will wither in spring, but she said such a sentence, and it smiled mysteriously, "If you believe it, then the plum blossoms in the next spring will still bloom."

He saw that her tone was so affirmative, and his eyes immediately became excited. He clapped his hands and stood up, running excitedly around the red plum trees. "In the next spring, the plum blossoms will bloom, and Ninger will not leave me." He is like a child. His existence is the sun in Mo Ning's heart, and this smiling eyes are the moon in Mo Ning's heart.

She also laughed with him and shouted, "I will never leave you, Zhong Xuanyu!"

Zhong Xuanyu heard it, stood up and stared at the crazy woman. Ning'er, wait for me.

The man in the corner was shocked by this sentence, and the wine jug in his hand fell to the ground. Because of the snow, he did not make a sound. His face was hot ** scratched, as if he had burned his skin. "This snow is so hot." He muttered softly, thinking that it was snowing. He looked up at the sky, and the hot ** seemed to flow into his heart.

The next morning, the sun was weak. Zhong Qingquan sat in the Xuanzheng Hall, looked at the play on the dragon case, and finally said, "Which soldier would personally lead the army and kill all the chaotic parties in the border?"

Zhong Qingquan's words made the Xuanzheng Hall silent. This matter has been mentioned for a long time, but he is still procrastinating again and again. Now he wants to take the initiative to attack, and he doesn't just think about anything.

For a long time, when he saw that no one had answered, he pressed his voice and asked again, "Hmm?"

"I am willing to lead the troops in person!" A burly man knelt down on one knee and raised his hand to his eyebrows to show his respect.

He finally smiled and stood up to exempt him from being rude. The magnificent momentum between his eyes couldn't help but make people stunned. The king of Qingyang was not inferior to the emperor at all.

"Please be relieved, King Qingyang, and I will definitely return triumphantly." The man got up and said, and then knelt down.

"Okay, I will have a banquet for three days to celebrate your triumphant return!" Zhong Qingquan sat down, and his eyes finally dissipated. "What else is the matter with you?"

As soon as he finished asking this question, a man who looked like a literary minister took a determined step and half bent his body. "Try to the king of Qingyang, the country can't be without a king for a day. The emperor has become like this now. Please ask the king of Qingyang to think about the succession."

Zhong Xuanyu's head hurt unnaturally when he heard this sentence. In the past few days, his most annoying topic was the succession to the throne. He was forced and lured him to stand it. I'm afraid she still insisted and didn't want her brother Qingquan to fall into politics.

"Someone has reported that how is the construction of the harem?" He cleverly avoided this problem, but the pain in his head became stronger and stronger.

Seeing that the minister closed the door again, he had to retreat to the side with interest.

"If you go back to the King of Qingyang, the harem will be built from the Fengluan Hall of the main hall according to the advice of the King of Qingyang."

Zhong Qingquan listened, and then nodded with satisfaction. After saying a few words in a hurry, he left in a panic. The little eunuch followed him for a distance. He asked him to retreat without waiting. At this time, he was extremely restless in his heart.

He walked a few steps and didn't want to look up, but his eyes were full of red plums. Among the red plums, there was a stunning face.

Once again, he was forced to consider the succession to the throne. He was not unwilling, but waiting for her to say a word. He felt a headache. In the early morning, he came to the red plum forest again, looking at the red plum blooming in the wind and snow, and looking at the woman who was more beautiful than red plum under the red plum tree but full of sadness. Once upon a time, she became so loving to frown.

"Hasn't the third brother woken up yet?" Zhong Qingquan slowly walked to her side and saw that she was distracted and didn't know what she was thinking, so he asked.

Mo Ning came to his senses and smiled, "He knew what kind of plum blossom brewing he had to do last night. He pulled me here to pick plum blossoms. He slept too late, so he is still asleep now." Her tone was very light, but with an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Ning'er, have you ever regretted it now that it has become like this?" Zhong Qingquan's eyes were calm and asked with an inquiring tone.

"Regret, regret that I blindly wanted revenge and hurt him, but how can I regret that he is by my side every day?"

Zhong Qingquan laughed and shook his head, "Then what are you still lingering here, and don't leave here with him and live the life of the two of you."

Zhong Qingquan's words made Mo Ning suddenly lose her mind. She seemed to have thought for a long time and shook her head again. "Brother Qingquan, when the plum blossoms fall in the next spring, if he hasn't improved at all, you will ascend the throne. Be the emperor and bear the burden. If he is well, you will make a choice if you leave or stay. Choose, I don't want to force you. Can you choose by yourself?

"Why do you ask? As long as you want, I can do anything." Zhong Qingquan's voice was very soft, and he smiled helplessly. Looking at the woman in front of him, isn't it the Mo Ning who has always been thinking about others?

"Brother Qingquan, the more you say so, the more guilty I feel." Mo Ning lowered his head.

"It's better not to say that. Don't think you know me very well. Let me tell you, I'm settled on this throne!" Zhong Qingquan looked at her weak eyes firmly, left a smile and left.

Mo Ning looked at his back that he thought was chic, remembered his shocking smile, and slowly shook her head. She sighed, "Brother Qingquan, why are you so tired?"

They will not know each other. No one knows Zhong Qingquan better than Mo Ning, and no one is more infatuated than Zhong Qingquan.

When he turned around, he missed the peerless Fang Hua. The man's eyes were lonely. When he turned around, he was finally relaxed and finally really put it down. Thinking of that night, his eyes were full of red plums, and the playful figures of the two seemed to be vivid and did not belong to his own. He would fight for Never rob.

He will be the emperor and protect her for the rest of his life.