Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 962 Wow, So Beautiful

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Ouyang Kingdom opened the way, and the journey from Dingzhou Mansion to the capital of Ouyang Kingdom went smoothly.

As an ambassador to see off relatives, Xuanyuanchen wanted to escort Jiu'er to live in the Ouyang country post house, but Xie Qianmei insisted on letting Mo Xiaowan live in the Tianwu chamber of commerce's property in the capital of Ouyang country, Shui Moju, on the grounds of safety.

The horse team drove into the capital of Ouyang Kingdom, and the sky had completely darkened.

In the carriage, Mo Xiaowan didn't want to be separated from Xuanyuanchen, and curled his lips reluctantly: "My lord."

Why does Xuanyuanchen want to separate from her again?

But thinking of the Misty Valley being attacked along the way, Ouyang Jingcheng is the territory of the four major families, it is safer to hand over the small bowl to Xie Qianhan and Xie Qianmei.

He caressed her little head fondly: "Hey, listen to your elder brother and third brother's arrangement."

"Husband, I will miss you."

"Well, after I'm done with Jiuer's affairs, I will come to Shui Mo Residence to see you."

Xie Qianmei performed lightness kung fu, and flew across the rubble of the eaves with her small Mo bowl in her arms. After about a stick of incense, she climbed over the courtyard wall and entered an antique courtyard.

The lights sway in the bamboo shadows, and the small bridge and flowing water can be seen faintly, and the scenery is pleasant.

Pushing the door open, the bedroom is decorated in light tones and spotlessly clean.

As soon as Xie Qianmei entered, the two pretty maidservants looked delighted: "The third young master has returned home, welcome the third young master."

"Golden lock and silver ring, go prepare hot water for the young lady to bathe and change clothes."

"Yes, son!"

While the maids were busy, Mo Xiaowan grabbed him.

"Jiu'er, explain clearly?"

"Could it be that the third brother is a person who started chaos and ended up abandoning? If you dare to do that, you are not offending the last lord of our Xueshanwu, and it will be pitiful to drive the third brother out of Xueshanwu at that time."

Mo Xiaowan stared at her eagerly, Xie Qianmei coaxed her helplessly: "Grandma, the car and horses are exhausting, take a rose bath, and eat enough, will you sleep well?"

Mo Xiaowan insisted on grabbing him: "No, you must explain clearly about Jiu'er."

"Jiu'er is your third brother's woman, a bed warmer for the rest of her life, she can't be wrong."

Xie Qianmei coaxed her warmly like a baby: "Third Brother can press Dead Shui's family with one finger, and vent your anger for you and Xiao Jiu. It's boring to play to death, and besides, your fifth brother has some friendship with Shui Huange, wait When he returned home, the good show started slowly."

Mo Xiaowan wanted to ask him what he did to the Shui family?
I also want to find out about the attack on Misty Valley.

But helplessly, her third elder brother protected her like a baby, and she didn't grab any of her hands. Xie Qianmei slipped out through the crack of the door and disappeared.

Mo Xiaowan thought it was getting late, cold and hungry, so he had no choice but to give up.

Besides, she and Fifth Brother have the deepest friendship. When he returns to Beijing, what she wants to know is not easy.

The maid prepared hot water and helped her to wash and change her clothes. Then, after Mo Xiaowan had a delicious meal, she fell asleep thinking of Xuanyuanchen under the brocade quilt.

The beauty of the ink and wash house is picturesque, especially the next day when I heard the sound of birdsong and fell asleep from my dream, Mo Xiaowan felt very happy.

Are there any birds in winter?

She pushed open the window, leaned on the window and looked out.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

The scenery in front of me is like slowly opening a picture scroll. This courtyard is paved with warm jade. Because of the severe cold, the ground has formed a thin layer of mist.

Rockery, bamboo groves, creeks, pavilions, forest trails, and rare panoramas, all of which are bathed in a faint smog, are picturesque, like a picture of water mist, mist and rain.

(End of this chapter)