Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 428 Afraid You Accidentally Fly

Fireworks in March, grass grows and warblers fly.

Spring is a time of vitality, but Feng Zimo left Mo Xiaowan and Mo Qianlang in this way.

In another world, there is no longer any need to endure Mo Xiaocheng's obscenity.

Perhaps, for her, it is the best choice!

The closer the anniversary of Feng Zimo's death, the hidden sadness in Mo Xiaowan's eyes, every now and then, would overflow in a daze, and even his eyes would be covered with a layer of mist.

Xuanyuanchen, who came to pick up Mo Xiaowan at the gate of the academy, didn't wait for her to cheer and jump over. After getting into the carriage, he also sat sullenly.

He propped up his forehead from time to time, looking dumbfounded, with a little sadness in his eyes from time to time.

The frisky Mo Xiaowan looked very quiet, but in Xuanyuanchen's eyes, it was worse than the sky falling.

He is willing to give everything in exchange for the seemingly heartless Mo Xiaowan who lived a comfortable life before.

All the pain is turned into an action.

With his outstretched long arms, Mo Xiaowan had already fallen into his warm embrace.

Xuanyuan Chen's voice was gentle to the bone: "Tell me about it, but who bullied you?"

"no!"

Mo Xiaowan raised her little head and smelled the mint scent on his body. This warm smell made her rely on her, and she found an outlet to vent.

The misty mist in the eyes suddenly overflowed.

She put her little head in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Uncle Xuanyuan, tomorrow is my mother's death day."

The anniversary of Feng Zimo's death?

It was also a pain he couldn't mention.

Although it was the senior sister who knelt down and begged him at the beginning, begging him to enter the palace and ask for an imperial decree to marry into the Marquis of Weiyuan, but many years later, when the news of the senior sister's death came, he knew that the senior sister had not lived well these years.

Regarding the previous imperial decree, he hated himself for being too young and weak for not being able to protect her in a better way.

Therefore, Feng Zimo's death day is a pain that he cannot mention.

Therefore, he felt an extra layer of distress for Mo Xiaowan, who was crying silently and wet his clothes.

He slowly rubbed her little head, and tightened his arms around her, as if she was a treasure in his hands, afraid that she would fly away or break into pieces if she was not careful!
"This king will accompany you to your mother's grave."

"No need, Uncle Xuanyuan will go to court tomorrow."

Mo Xiaowan raised his small head, his tear-filled eyes were not as misty as before, and there was a slight pleading in his eyes.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, the anniversary of my mother's death is the day when Xiao Lang and I get together. I have made an appointment with Xiao Lang..."

The Mo Xiaowan at this time made Xuanyuanchen feel distressed and heartbroken.

No matter what she wants, even if it is the moon in the sky, he will definitely try his best to get it for her.

So, although I was afraid that she would be sad, and I was very reluctant to let her bear the grief alone, I still nodded reluctantly.

"Alright, you and Mo Qianlang are together, and this king will send Feng Yi, Su Yi, and Feng Yue to follow along."

"Ok!"

Mo Xiaowan put his arms around his waist, leaned his head in his arms, and remained silent.

Xuanyuanchen knew what she was thinking, and hugged her quietly, letting her lie in his arms like a kitten.

The carriage was rocking, and when they reached the gate of the Eight Princes' Mansion, Xuanyuanchen looked at the little man in his arms, and fell asleep with frowns.

He gently stretched out his big palm to smooth her frowning brows, and then sighed helplessly.

Not wanting to wake her up, he carried her all the way out of the carriage, into Yafeng Garden, and into the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)