Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 878
During the Chinese New Year, it is rare for the soldiers to be stable for a few days. From the first day to the fifteenth day of the new year, the days pass quickly.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the wind and snow had subsided, and it was estimated that the days would be almost over. Mo Yan and his party began to prepare their luggage for the return journey, including gifts for their families.

The northern land is bitterly cold, and it is a place where Da Viet's supplies are relatively scarce. The only things that people love are furs, but some places are like spring all year round, so they are not needed.

The winter in Kyoto is wet and cold, and occasionally there will be a heavy snowfall. Bringing back fur as a gift is a gift that can be given to someone's heart.

Mo Zi is a careful and cautious person, but everything that is passed on is registered and recorded, which makes Mo Yan extra worry-free.

Recently, she thought that what she had to face when she went back this time was the marriage between her second brother Mo Qingyu and the lobby brother Mo Qingyun.

On the second brother's side, because the war is still in the final stage, it may be delayed for a year and a half, but the big brother's side will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure.

Grandpa and grandma are getting old, and they have a particularly persistent desire for their children and grandchildren. In addition, because of the guilt towards Mo Qingyun before, they always whisper behind their backs that if they can't see him marrying a wife and having children, even if they die, they won't be as good as eyes. .

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest is to have no descendants, and the word filial piety is on one's body, even the big brother has to compromise.

Come to think of it, Mo Bing got married not long after, and Mo Yan lost another capable man around him.

"What do you think?"

Wan Qi Yuling lifted the curtain and walked in from outside the house.

The cold wind was biting outside the window, and the top and bottom of his clothes were cold.At this time, he automatically stood beside the stove in the side hall to warm up. His wife is very afraid of the cold.

Unconsciously looking at the inner room, I saw that Mo Yan was holding a small piece of wool fur in his hand, and was pulling the wool over and over again. There was no special expression on his face, but there was a clear embarrassment in his watery eyes. color.

"kindness?"

Mo Yan raised her head subconsciously, looked at the wool on her legs, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Recently, she always likes to sneak away, her mind is in a mess, and she just likes to think about irrelevant things.

Seeing his wife's confusion for a moment, Wan Qi Yuling raised the corners of her mouth in a good mood, and did not reveal it, "Everything is ready, is there anything else you want to buy?"

This time they confiscated a lot of spoils from the barbarians, and Dai Viet would not show mercy to the barbarians.

There is a quicksand river among the barbarians, which is rich in gold, but it has been occupied by one's own side now.

"No need, if we see that ingenious object on the road, we will bring some back."

There is nothing special about the Northland. The games that children like are not suitable for Kyoto. In winter, they go to the frozen river to play ice carts, pick off the ice under the eaves and eat it. Listening to the crisp sound, Mo Yan always I am feeling that the babies have good teeth.

After being out for too long, the couple missed their children and wished they could return to Beijing as quickly as possible.

Mo Yan blushed when she saw Wanqi Yuling's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. She couldn't hide her small thoughts from her royal uncle.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, Wanqi Yuling found Luo Feng, and the two drank all night, Luo Feng was more silent than before.

Da Wu still had a lot of mess to clean up. Before leaving, Yu Feier's eyes were red, and she took Mo Yan's hand, turning into a nagging old woman. , and then reluctantly left the city.

Mo Yan remembered that Luo Feng gave her a complicated and inexplicable look when he got into the carriage before leaving.

Afterwards, she didn't ask Wan Yu Yuling, out of trust in the emperor, she believed that he could handle the matter well, but Mo Yan herself was a little guilty, and she didn't tell the whole truth.

"Husband, how did you tell Luo Feng?"

Mo Yan saw that there was no one in the inner room, Mo Zi and Toner should have taken Xiao Mingxi and the rest of the children to say goodbye.

Mingxi was still young, so he didn't understand some things, but he thought he had found some companions in Beidi, and when he was about to leave, he was reluctant to part with them.

Mo Yan sometimes worries that Dai Viet is not modern, one's background can completely define a person's position, stand on a high place, and similarly, he will lose something.

I just hope that there is not only awe and flattery around the children, but also some real feelings. At least, as a mother, she can give them enough affection.

"Some things are too unbelievable."

Wan Teng Yuling squinted her eyes, and the light flashed under her long and narrow eyes, which was too fast to be caught, and in a blink of an eye, she returned to the appearance of the ancient well without waves.

Mo Yan has always regarded Luo Qi as a very good friend, and because of this, she doesn't want to see Luo Feng blame himself too much. That dream can at least give people psychological comfort.

However, after thinking about it again and again, he still concealed it.

Luo Qi's body was poisoned, so the possibility of surviving was not great, and he didn't have that kind of greed for power. After all, the throne of Great Wu still belonged to Luo Feng.

The result will not change, say or not say, does it make a difference?

But for the sake of Mo Yan, he still tried his best to enlighten Luo Feng, which Wanqi Yuling didn't even bother with before.

If Luo Qi is really in another time and space, I believe that person can live a good life with a face. Being an actor is really a good choice, anyway, he has no technical content.

Mo Yan patted her head and accepted the words. Maybe she just wanted to find someone to confide in. After all, there was a huge secret hidden in her heart, and it would be very hard to keep it alone. The emperor is the closest person to her.

The victorious battles on the border were fought one after another, and letters from Kyoto were like a flood, basically asking the emperor to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

In the court, Mo Xiang and Ye Xiang had a small quarrel every three days, and a big quarrel every five days. Their political opinions were at odds, and they exposed each other's faults. Counting down, it was all black history, and even developed into personal attacks.

Ye Xiang was not Mo Zhongchen's opponent, and he had to tie his belt into a knot in court to prevent his trousers from being ripped off and making a fool of himself.

After a big fight, Mo Zhongchen did not untie Ye Xiang's belt, so the next morning, he cleverly brought a pair of scissors...

Mo Yan raised her forehead, she had seen her father's ability to make up the number of words in family letters, this meeting is good, the whole story is about his "shameless behavior", and the battle of wits and courage with Ye Xiang.

Ye Xiang's excerpt was much simpler, he asked the emperor to call the shots, and by the way cried, he did his best for Dayue, but he couldn't protect him at the end of the day, how miserable it was.

The cold winter in the north is long, and it gets dark early in the winter, and it is already dark at the end of Shenshi.

The people on the return journey set off early tomorrow morning, Mo Yan ordered his servants not to wait on him, and after hastily washing up, he planned to go to bed early.

"Mother, the story is not over yet!"

Mingxi pretended to be asleep in the next room, when Mo Zi, who was taking care of her personally, returned to the room, put on a jacket, and slipped out.

Dim oil lamps were lit in the room, and Mo Yan was sorting out a few booklets.

(End of this chapter)