Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1360 Tears of Reunion
"At the birthday banquet today, the prince was injured, and after bandaging, I hugged you and returned to the prince's mansion."

Like petting a kitten, he gently rubbed her little head: "Don't think too much, the selection of the princess is over."

Let it go this time, and next time?

That old man in the palace always wants him to spread his branches and leaves for Bingxi Kingdom.

Thinking of his injury, I was so ignorant to entangle with him about the Crown Princess, my lips trembled and I blurted out a heart-warming word.

"Is the wound really okay? Come up!"

"The imperial doctor said that the wound should not be touched. Be good, you can sleep by yourself tonight."

Xuanyuan Chen gently stroked her little head, then closed the door and went back to the master bedroom.

Mo Xiaowan was at a loss, why did he always feel a little alienated?

Maybe he was thinking too much, she fell into a coma, and after carrying her back to the Prince's Mansion, he stayed by the bed.

She thought that her brain must have been spoiled by the lake water, so she could think wildly. Because she was tired, she closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

From the time he fell into the lake in the palace until he returned to the Prince's Mansion, he didn't eat a single bite.

When the morning light seeped in through the window, Mo Xiaowan woke up from hunger.

There was a stove burning in the room, and Mo Xiaowan lifted the curtain of the bed, being naughty for a moment, thinking of climbing onto his bed by surprise.

Stepping on the ground lightly with bare feet, he glanced at the house through the crack of the door. He held his breath and was sluggish. Although the sky was already slightly dawn, the house was still dimly lit.

There were paintings all over the floor, Xuanyuanchen stood quietly in front of the paintings, his eyes followed the paintings, and looked at them one by one.

Sometimes frowned, sometimes confused...

He looked so serious that with his skill, he didn't even notice the existence of Mo Xiaowan.

Her eyes were fixed on his forehead, and her heart was beating wildly.

Did he think of something when he bumped into Nuanyu?

Through the crack of the door, Mo Xiaowan held his breath and stood quietly until he rolled in the paintings one by one, put them into a large wooden box, and stuffed them back into the dark compartment on the wall.

Yiyuanchen put away and drew the bedroom. Mo Xiaowan was still standing on the ground with bare feet, feeling the chill rushing up to the soles of his feet, and then he calmed down his excited mood.

After washing and changing, he went to the back kitchen to finish his meal. Xuanyuanchen was reading in the study, while Mo Xiaowan was quietly drawing beside him.

What she painted was the scene in the backyard of Lingchan Temple. She knelt on the futon of the Buddhist hall, prayed in front of the Buddha with tears, and was willing to sacrifice half of her life in exchange for his safe return.

And what about him?
Turning out from behind the curtain of the Buddhist hall, the sun shone on him, coating his whole body with a layer of golden brilliance, like a divine mansion descending from the sky.

She thought it was a beautiful dream, but she didn't think it was really him.

He rubbed his eyes, and when he looked at him, he also looked at him tenderly.

Their eyes met, and time froze for him and her at that moment.

Mo Xiaowan didn't know why he drew this picture?

I have been drawing the cheerful scenes of the academy before, but I forgot to draw the scene after he and her were separated for a while and reunited.

Perhaps it was because she accidentally glimpsed his secret today, and she had a new expectation for his memory recovery. She longed for that kind of spiritual reunion, so she made this painting while shedding tears.

"Stop drawing!"

Mo Xiaowan was so enthusiastic about painting that tears dripped on the drawing paper unconsciously.

Xuanyuanchen at the side was upset and snatched the paintbrush from her hand.

"If painting makes you sad, don't paint anymore."

(End of this chapter)