Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1104 One thought of heaven, another thought of hell

The moment she smiled with tears in her eyes was so beautiful.

Not only Xuanyuan was stunned, but Ouyang Xue, who was crying, also stopped making noises, and watched in amazement the emotions on her face.

Until Master Jingkong disappeared, Mo Xiaowan also crossed the small gate, and his figure disappeared into the front yard.

Ouyang Xue also just came back to her senses, and felt that Mo Xiaowan was a great threat to her, so she cried even more fiercely.

Xuanyuan Shang felt tired of hearing her cry.

Why do some women shed tears, like a lotus blooming on a snow mountain, so beautiful?

But Ouyang Xue was crying, which made him feel more and more irritable.

He coaxed her intently: "Xue'er, calm down, things are not what you think, you misunderstood my prince and aunt."

If Mo Xiaowan was still there, he really wanted to slap Xuanyuan Shang to death.

Isn't this getting darker and darker?

Fortunately, she didn't hear it either.

As soon as she got back to the meditation room, Gu Su woke up and saw no one, she was running around in a hurry.

"Where did you go, Xiaowan? I'm so anxious, Linger and Xiaolang are looking for you everywhere."

At this time, Mo Qianlang searched around but did not see anyone, so he broke into the door and saw Mo Xiaowan in the meditation room, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

"Stupid girl, where have you been? I thought you were kidnapped and scared the young master to death."

Mo Xiaowan felt a warm feeling in his heart, and smiled faintly.

"Stupid, who would rob people in Lingchan Temple? I lived in this Lingchan Temple for a while before. I wanted to burn incense in the apse of Master Jingkong's cleansing. On the way, I ran into a mad dog. Later, Master Jingkong Come out and clear the siege."

"That bitch Ouyang Xue still dares to trouble you? See if the young master doesn't blow her away."

Mo Qianlang glared at her angrily: "You are just a careless person. I'll go find Ling'er. There are mad dogs in Lingchan Temple. Let's go back to the Eight Princes' Mansion."

If you think it is bitter, then it will be very bitter;

One thought of nine heavens, one thought of hell.

In this world, fate comes and goes, separation and reunion, experience and refinement of state of mind, is a practice.

Mo Xiaowan thought carefully about Master Jingkong's words, and suddenly became enlightened, different from the restlessness and emptiness when he came here, and saw Mo Qianlang, Ling'er, and Su Gu who were surrounding him.

Hearing this brat say that if Ouyang Xue was not pregnant, he must teach her a lesson for himself, Mo Xiaowan felt very warm in his heart, a wave of love surged in his heart.

The little bun in his belly seemed to feel the love of his concubine mother, and his kicking action was very gentle, more like patting her belly and kissing her lightly.

Xuanyuanchen also heaved a sigh of relief. After Mo Xiaowan returned home from Lingchan Temple, his mood seemed to be much more open, and he no longer pestered him.

Occasionally when he was reviewing official documents, Mo Xiaowan would also read some biographies and medical books.

The study room is quiet, and each other is in peace.

His little lady was eerily quiet, and Xuanyuanchen occasionally raised his head from the paper, and saw her staring at the pages of the book.

Sometimes her indifference made him feel a little lost.

Unexpectedly, she was vaguely expecting that she could still be as enthusiastic as he was when he came out of the prison.

But Mo Xiaowan seems to have her own pregnancy plan, and she lives peacefully and beautifully every day, and she is not too clingy.

Xuanyuanchen couldn't be sure what she was thinking, so it wasn't that late to return home.

Three days after Mo Xiaowan offered incense at the Buddhist temple, Xuanyuan Chen had already returned to his residence in half a year. When he opened the study door, Mo Xiaowan lifted his head from the book indifferently, and smiled.

"My lord returned home so early today, looking good, but what is there to celebrate?"

(End of this chapter)