Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 303 I Don't Like White Very Much
The backyard of Crane Yuzhai guest room.

Sunny after snow.

The sun in winter may not be brilliant, but it has a special meaning.

The soft sunshine will slowly heal your wounds and warm your heart.

"Sister, hurry up, hand over the little basket!"

Yan Xiaowai stood on the luxuriant plum blossom tree, grabbed the trunk with one hand, bent down and waved to Bai Yijiu: "The two plum blossoms above are super beautiful!"

Bai Yijiu tiptoed and handed him the small basket that was slung around her arm.

Against the sun, Yan Xiao's innocent appearance stung her eyes so brightly.

Yan Xiaowai continued to climb the tree, stretched out his hand to help Bai Yijiu break off the plum blossom branch: "I don't believe it, I keep breaking you..."

She looked at him lightly, and the corners of her lips curved slightly: "Be careful, if you can't break it off, don't break it off."

"No!" Yan Xiaodai gritted his teeth, turned the plum blossom branch vigorously, his eyes were full of firmness, "Sister likes plum blossoms, I must take them off, the gift of plum blossoms will have a lingering fragrance!"

Bai Yijiu laughed lightly.

She stood quietly under the tree and watched the little fool busy, occasionally reminding him to be careful.

"Hey? Sister," Yan Xiaodai finally picked off a plum blossom branch, happily put it in the basket, looked at the black fur coat Bai Yijiu was wearing and asked, "Why don't you wear the white fur coat I prepared? That crescent white coat is prettier than this one."

Bai Yijiu's smile froze at the corners of her lips, she was stunned for a moment, then silently looked away, her voice was as pale as her face: "I...don't like white very much."

"Oh……"

Yan Xiaowai scratched her head and continued to fold plum blossom branches for her.

Bai Yijiu was tired from standing, she walked to the side bench and sat down, her eyes were cold.

"Fuyan...my good boy...is that you, Fuyan..."

A vicissitudes of the middle-aged male voice suddenly sounded behind him, cutting through all the silence in the winter afternoon.

Bai Yijiu's heart suddenly constricted, and the deep and familiar voice in her dream suddenly lingered in her mind.

She turned her head slowly, frowned, and looked up.

When he saw Bai Yijiu's facial features, Mu Yunhe's eyes full of vicissitudes were already red, his lips were trembling constantly, but his feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.

It must be his Fuyan...

I don't know if it was because of the cool winter wind, but Mu Yunhe actually felt that his whole body was cold, cold from the inside out.

"Uncle Mu? Mu Mu?"

Yan Xiaowai jumped down from the plum blossom tree, patted the snow on his hands, and put the small basket on the stone table: "Why are you here?"

Fu Ling patted Mu Yunhe's stiff back lightly, and whispered softly: "Father, why don't you go and have a look, maybe, she is really the Mu Fuyan you mentioned."

Mu Yunhe had difficulty breathing, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and it took him a long time to move his boots.

His eyes were full of his Fuyan, with trembling arms stretched out his hands, enduring great pain and excitement and walking towards Bai Yijiu.

Bai Yijiu got up to avoid Mu Yunhe's hands, her eyes were silent without any fluctuation, and her tone was light: "You have misidentified the person."

Yijiu's face was expressionless, but she was somewhat puzzled, why did he feel that the eyes he looked at her just now seemed to have some anxiety and concern.

(End of this chapter)