Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 495 [Ending] Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, forever together (1)

Mo Yu stood by her side, and couldn't help muttering: "Really... Didn't my brother follow him? Why did he come to the Royal Garden, but my brother is nowhere to be seen?"

"It's fine if Zhuo Xia isn't here..." She clutched the bandaged wound on her abdomen and replied weakly.

If Zhuo Xia followed, he would definitely block Jiu Shuo... In that case, "Soul Water" would not be able to see Fei'er.

Mo Yu worried: "Is it dangerous for Fei'er to face that evil spirit alone in the pavilion? I'd better let the guards come over?"

He has heard everything about last night... The person over there is not soul water, but an evil spirit that came out of the Mogu sword. He killed Yu Yuntian and Yue'er, and now... Fei'er is a little How could his child not be worried when he faced a terrifying evil spirit?

"Soul Water can sense...that's his child...he won't hurt Mayfair..."

For the first time in five years, a smile appeared on her lips, no matter how painful the wound was-it couldn't match the sweetness now.

She is willing to bet: Hunshui has her in his heart, Jiushuo has taken over his body, Hunshui still remembers to save her...Of course he will also cherish Fei'er, and Feier will bring him back, and slowly erase the past. A vengeful evil spirit.

Their world is so beautiful that there is no room for this unnecessary filth.

"Moyu..."

"Yes, Your Majesty—"

"Help me back to the palace."

"Then... what about Mayfair?"

"It will be fine, Soul Water will be willing to listen to the child."

Mo Yu nodded silently, after all, she was more worried.

While helping her back to the bedroom, he looked back at their little princess from time to time——

In the booth, the man stared at the child without blinking, greedily watching Mayfair's every move...

Loving her has already transcended everything and forgotten everything.

Listening to those piercing plucked strings, he would inexplicably think of the boy who could play the sounds of nature;

The grass by the Crescent Spring, the young men and women who accompany each other privately, the male waiter who guards alone;
That night when he was sitting on the wall, the moonlight was soft, and he saw with his own eyes the desolate little beggar walking not far away;
That brocade handkerchief with water, that assassin pretending to be a fool;

(End of this chapter)