pungent peasant girl

Chapter 437
"Okay, then I will trouble Brother Seventeen."

Mo Yun nodded, "Come here, prepare a tent for Princess Yihuan, Princess Yihuan will stay with us for a few days."

Not far away, several maids walked over and set up a new tent.

Yingyingzhuo, Meng Qianyan seemed to see Su Meiru's figure in it.

She moved two steps and moved to Mo Yun's side, "Brother Seventeen, I seem to have seen Su Meiru."

"Yes." Mo Yun did not deny, "She is here."

"Are those maids from the song and dance studio?"

"Half."

"Brother Seventeen really knows how to enjoy."

"You can do it too." Mo Yun teased.

A maid came over, "Your Highness, the tent has been packed, should you go over and see if there is anything missing."

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

Meng Qianyan walked into the tent, and then she glanced back from the corner of her eye, but Mo Yun was nowhere to be seen, and she didn't know where she went.

She paused and sat down in the tent.

This tent is not small, it is like an ordinary room inside, with a bed, a table, and a charcoal fire, it is very warm inside.

"Your Highness, do you need anything else?"

"No, I'm quite satisfied with that."

"Then princess, let's rest first, the servant has retreated, what's the matter, the princess is calling the servant."

Saying that, the maid backed out.

In the tent, Meng Qianyan was the only one left.

She looked in the private room and lay down on the bed with her legs lifted.

These days, she has been working very hard, haggling with Ziming and the others, and finally bought enough food and grass.

But who would have thought that they were almost in the capital, and they were snatched away.

Although she didn't know who the other party was, nine out of ten she had an inseparable relationship with Mo Yun.

When she came to Mo Yun this time, she must either persuade Mo Yun to lay down his weapons and return to the capital, or he must report the military situation here. Burn him!

She gasped, and the wound on her arm began to ache.

It was really thrilling to think of her falling off the horse and being dragged by the horse.

Fortunately, Ziming and the others did not tell Ziyan.

I don't know, what happened to Ziyan after she came out?

He should understand her, and he should support her, right?
After several days of busyness, it was rare to lie down, Meng Qianyan soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long she slept, but someone beside her was calling her name.

"Qianyan, wake up, it's time to eat."

She opened her eyes suddenly, and it was Mo Yun standing in front of her eyes.

The tall and stalwart body blocked the light of the candlelight, she got up in a jerk, and said with some vigilance: "Is it already this late?"

"Yes, you must be very tired after sleeping for several hours. My king sent someone to cook white porridge for you. You eat a lot of meat during the day, so you should drink porridge at night."

"Okay, thank you Brother Seventeen."

Meng Qianyan straightened her hair and skirt, and got out of bed.

On the table, white porridge was already set, served in exquisite porcelain bowls.

She sat down and drank, and Mo Yun also sat down beside her.

The light in this tent was relatively dim, and Mo Yun was beside her, which made her feel a little stressed.

Somehow, I even remembered the ink inkstone back then——

The ink inkstone was almost two times——

She frowned and thought to herself: How could Mo Yun be the same person as Mo Yan?She really thought too much.

When the porridge was finished, she put down the bowl and wiped her mouth.

"Do you want more?" Mo Yun asked.

"No, that's enough."

Meng Qianyan replied, turned around, and looked at Mo Yun.

She and Mo Yun have known each other for two years, but in the two years, it seems that they have never sat together so close.

She was a little nervous, but her reason was still there.

She said softly, "Brother Seventeen, go back to Beijing."

Mo Yun was not surprised when Meng Qianyan said that, he just said indifferently: "This king will not go back."

"Brother Seventeen, why is this so? You should know that many things are not just the fault of the emperor and concubine mother, and they all paid the price for their mistakes. Isn't that enough? Brother Seventeen, father The emperor never wanted to kill you, so if you go back with me, maybe you can act as if nothing happened."

When Mo Yun heard this, it was as if he had heard some funny joke, "Thousand words, it can't be the same."

"Really, Concubine Mu still misses you. She told me personally that she has feelings for you. There is also Ripple, who has always missed you very much. She also personally hoped that I would send you a message."

Hearing Mo Lianyi's name, Mo Yun's face softened for a moment, but he still shook his head, "Qianyan, this king will not give up."

"Why? Just because of the throne?"

"It's not because of the throne. It's because the king has lived, struggled, and prepared for so many years, all for this day. If you let the king give up, then the king has been in vain for so many years?"

Mo Yun's tone was light.

Meng Qianyan suddenly thought of what Daoist Liu Yuan once said, he said, people, there must always be some obsession, so that there is still a direction to go, otherwise it would be so confusing and lonely.

She didn't understand it at the time, but thinking about it now, Daoist Liu Yuan has always understood Mo Yun very well.

Mo Yun hadn't been accompanied by his mother and concubine since he was a child, and Concubine Yue Gui didn't treat him well, maybe at that time, he was confused and lonely in his heart.

It may be too lonely, and I always have to find something to do so that I can pass the time.

Meng Qianyan suddenly felt that Mo Yun was a pitiful person.

She sighed, "Brother Seventeen, in fact, many people like you. For example, the father, like Lianyi, for example, many people, otherwise there are rumors outside that you are the most beloved son of the father."

Mo Yun smiled and looked into Meng Qianyan's eyes, "Qianyan, you said that many people like me. Can I ask you, do you like me?"

Meng Qianyan was stunned.

She did not forget what Mo Yun said in death row.

She frowned.

A disappointed smile flashed across Mo Yun's eyes, "Look, you don't like it."

"No, I like it too."

"If you like it, stay with me. In this way, you decide. If you stay with me, I will give up attacking the imperial city. Do you agree?"

"No, Brother Seventeen."

"Don't call me the seventeenth brother, we have no blood relationship, what is your surname, and what is the surname of this king."

"I've been married for three years."

"So what, Heli, this king won't care that you have married someone. If you want, this king will take you out of here. From now on, we will never go back to the capital."

Mo Yun's tone was calm and serious, but his eyes were burning hot. He wasn't lying or telling jokes.

Meng Qianyan could tell.

Meng Qianyan was silent.

"Tell me, are you willing? As long as you are willing, this king will keep his word!"

(End of this chapter)