Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 575 Let's go back to the bedroom

"Little Wan, it's too bad for you to make fun of others!"

Along the way, the two girls laughed and played and went back to Yafeng Garden of the Eight Princes' Mansion.

Mo Xiaowan has been waiting by the Xifeng Pavilion, eager to see through, but he didn't wait for Xuanyuanchen.

The sun was setting, the sky was getting dark, and the evening wind was a bit cool.

Uncle Lu came to her in a hurry: "Little Wan, the prince said that there is a banquet in the palace, and he will return to the mansion after dinner. Let's go, let's go to the garden to have a banquet."

Mo Xiaowan is so lost!

She lacked interest: "Is this year's Mid-Autumn Festival dinner arranged by Concubine Cheng?"

"No, Concubine Cheng got the prince's consent and went back to Shangshu's mansion to visit her relatives. She said that she would return to the mansion after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Since Concubine Cheng is not here, then I won't go either."

Mo Xiaowan couldn't lift his spirits all over: "I'll go and accompany Gu Yun. Uncle Lu, you should come back early after you finish your work. Gu Yun also needs someone to accompany you when it's a big holiday."

"Ouch, it's okay."

Xiaowan agrees that he and Yunjin are together, Uncle Lu is so happy.

Regardless of how lonely Mo Xiaowan's shadow disappeared on the pebble path, Uncle Lu turned around and went to work in the garden.

Mo Xiaowan got bored with Aunt Yun in the back kitchen dining room for a while, because she had something on her mind, she ran out with an excuse, and waited for Xuanyuan Chen to return home by the Xifeng Pavilion.

This is the place where he must pass through the study and bedroom. Whenever he returns home, he always passes by the Xifeng Pavilion.

Why did the banquet in Buzao Palace take so long?

A bunch of people exchanged pleasantries with faces and hearts, what's the point?
The autumn wind was a bit chilly, and the dim light of the fire beside the Fengxi Pavilion shone, and occasionally a few maple leaves were blown down, dancing around her lonely little body.

Finally, the leaf fell into the moonlit stream and floated away.

Because I was thinking about going home the night before, I kept tossing and turning, and didn't sleep well.

Along with Xiuzhu and Qingcang, Su Yi and Fengyue, they all went to the garden to have fun.

It was too quiet in the maple forest, so she lay on her stomach, her eyelids were heavy and pinched, her back was leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, her feet were slightly bent, and she accidentally fell asleep like that.

When Xuanyuanchen returned to the mansion, he hurried to the garden for a cutscene, but he didn't see the little figure he was thinking about day and night, so he came to Yafengyuan.

As soon as he saw the petite person waiting for him, he fell asleep lying on his lap like that.

The bright moon was in the sky, and the moonlight filled the maple forest, covering the dim lights beside the Xifeng Pavilion. The little body lying on the stomach, in the half-brightness and half-darkness of the moon, had a kind of lonely beauty.

Her small figure is so thin and lonely.

In an instant, because of his late return home, his heart was full of guilt, and he felt infinite love for the little man who was waiting for him.

He took off a coat, wrapped her tightly with warmth, then hugged her horizontally, and walked towards the Yafengyuan bedroom with her arms in his arms.

Half-dream and half-awake, Mo Xiaowan felt his body was wrapped in warmth, and then smelled the familiar breath of mint on his body, and opened his eyes all at once.

The moonlight filled the maple forest, and the eyes that looked down at him revealed a tenderness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Seeing the waiting person, Mo Xiaowan's smile spread like faint moonlight.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, you are back!"

"It's such a cold day, how can you lie on the side of Xifeng Pavilion and snooze?"

Because of his concern, he habitually reprimanded her lightly.

But when he thought of her waiting so hard for him, and felt so distressed, he immediately changed his words dotingly.

"It's late, it's my king's fault, the weather is cold, don't catch the cold, let's go back to the bedroom."

(End of this chapter)