Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 438 Mo Ruyu's Dreamland
Feng Qingyan's feet were unsteady, and the woman pushed towards her again, "Qingyan, go down, don't struggle anymore, brother is waiting for you."

elder brother……

Hearing this word, Feng Qingyan suddenly thought of Feng Qingyue, is her brother really in that city?
In just this moment of loss of consciousness, she was pushed down by the woman, and her body fell down uncontrollably like a big rock, as if falling into a bottomless abyss, flying under the moonlight .

When she looked up, she saw that the city wall had stood there all along, hadn't collapsed at all, not even a single crack.

And that woman stood on it and looked at her quietly, with a face exactly the same as Lian Yi's, with a pair of calm brows and eyes, the golden steps on her hair were swaying slightly, and her figure kept appearing in her eyes. zoom out.

She is not restrained, who could it be?

Looking for answers?What will be the next answer?
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In the early morning light, outside the mountains and forests, in the middle of the river, there is a larger boat floating on the misty river, flowing down the river, as quiet as a fine ink painting in winter.

In the boat, someone was sleeping on a couch, with white clothes spread out on the side, clean and elegant without being stained with dust.

His brows were slightly frowned, as if he had dreamed of something bad, it made people feel a little distressed.

The palace was dilapidated to the point of ashes, and the words "Yanshu Palace" on the gate of the palace were still inlaid on the plaque, and a few vines hung down from the top, adding a touch of desolation.

It seems that someone once lived in this place, and the laughter is still ringing in my ears. There is a boy who looks about eight or nine years old who will practice sword in the yard. Exquisite pastries were handed to him, and even taught him to read and write...

She once told him: "People in Moshang are like jade, and your son is unparalleled in the world. This is where your name comes from."

At that time, the little boy would turn his head and ask her with a pair of beautiful eyes: "What is jade?"

The girl would touch his head and say: "Jade, the beauty of stone, possesses five virtues, moistening and warming. A modest gentleman is as gentle and moist as jade, with restrained brilliance."

"Jade is also a symbol of status. If you are a king, you can wear jade ornaments to cultivate your character..."

Time flies, it seems that many years have passed, the boy of the past has become a handsome young man, dressed in snowy white clothes, and his face is still immature.

"Today is your birthday, and this is the jade from Kunshan. I made it into a jade hairpin, and I will give it to you today." The girl from the past raised a pair of white jade hands, and inserted the white jade hairpin obliquely into his chest. Ink hair.

When he raised his head, he saw a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and those eyes were as bright as stars...

Has he ever seen such eyes?

Suddenly, Mo Ruyu woke up from her sleep, a pair of cold brows were frowned, but did not open.

"Who is she?" He raised his hand to his forehead, muttering to himself, and began to think about everything he had just dreamed about.

But everything in the dream began to become blurred, so that he forgot what the girl looked like.

"A gentleman of modesty, gentle and moist as jade, brilliance..." After a pause, he thought about it carefully in his mind, and finally spit out two words: "Restraint."

"Young Master." Mu Zhong's voice sounded outside, and he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door of Chuanfang's room.

"Come in." Mo Ruyu's voice was cold, he was still leaning on the couch, but he reached out and took off the white jade hairpin stuck in his hair, his expression was as cold as ever.

When Mu Zhong came in, he saw that he was gently playing with the white jade hairpin, looking around in front of his eyes, and then he asked: "Mu Zhong, do you remember when I started wearing this white jade hairpin?" Yet?"

There seemed to be too many complicated emotions in the cold voice, but more of it was doubt.

"The subordinate remembers that the young master has been wearing it since the subordinate came to the young master's side. I heard from the high priest that it was given to the young master by the previous king. The young master has always cherished it."

Mu Zhong replied respectfully, but lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him.

"Really?" Mo Ruyu suddenly laughed at herself: "The high priest can actually talk about the former king."

Mu Zhong was silent and didn't dare to answer.

Mo Ruyu's two fingers measured this white jade hairpin over and over again, his eyes kept falling on the white jade hairpin, and he remembered those eyes in his mind.

Unconsciously, he remembered that there was someone who seemed to have such a pair of eyes, and said to him: "...My name is Feng Qingyan, you can call me Ayan, or Qingyan, we will be a family from now on."

"Feng, Qing, Yan." Mo Ruyu said each word with a pause, and he remembered the night when they first met, she seemed to have a pair of star-like eyes.

"Young master?" Hearing Feng Qingyan was mentioned, Mu Zhong's complexion was not very good. That woman was too disrespectful to the young master, and even called the young master why he was a beautiful woman. He almost thought of this matter once and for all.

Mo Ruyu came back to her senses, put the white jade hairpin in her hand on the side table, and said to Mu Zhong: "Go to the Three States of Youjing, Boss Song from Shangjing said that she is in the Three States of Youjing, and there is nowhere to go. Go, just go and see."

"But the High Priest..."

As soon as he heard that he was going to find Feng Qingyan, Mu Zhong's head grew dizzy, and he immediately tried to find a reason to persuade him, but Mo Ruyu interrupted his words.

He said: "Mu Zhong, we are away now, what about the high priest, he is not here."

"..." Thinking of such a fact, Mu Zhong suddenly didn't know how to refute it, but he still felt that he needed to persuade her, lest he would see her disrespecting the young master in front of Feng Qingyan again.

After deliberating for a while, he thought of one thing, hesitated a lot before saying: "My lord, did you forget that Mo Ruyu is not your real name."

Mo Ruyu's hand paused, and his expression was also stiff for a moment, then he looked up at Mu Zhong, and asked, "Really? Why do I think this is more like my real name, but the other name is strange to me?"

At this moment, Mu Zhong was completely silent. The name Mo Ruyu was indeed not the son's real name at first, but a pseudonym they changed when they went out.

But why did the son say that?Could it be that he was away from home for a year or two so long that he forgot his real name?

"That's all, we won't go to Youjing Sanzhou anymore, let's go find Elder Yin, I heard that he is in Chu Xiguo." Mo Ruyu lowered her eyebrows, her pair of long eyelashes were exquisite and beautiful.

"Yes."

Mu Zhong responded, and then backed out.

Sitting in the room, Mo Ruyu took the white jade hairpin and stroked it lightly with her fingertips, thoughtfully.

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Feng Qingyan's body was falling, and she had quickly put away the Xuanbing long sword.

She thought, if she just fell down like this, there would be no accidents, and she would probably be killed.

So she quickly stretched out her hand, and called out the Liuyue Xuetang umbrella that Chong Lin had given her before.

(End of this chapter)