Empress: The Old Emperor's Way to Pursue His Wife

Chapter 29 Return (1)

Winter in the imperial capital came early, and the climate was cold and dry.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the evening market, the streets in the afternoon are very quiet.The road leading from the imperial palace to the Prime Minister's Mansion was even more empty at this time, and occasionally half a leaf on the branch drifted away in the wind, falling silently to the ground.

The sun came out through the clouds, bringing warmth.

In a short while, a figure approached from far away, the speed was not fast and the feet were floating, but every step was very steady.

Because it has just entered winter, the temperature is not too low, but the visitor is wearing a thick coat with a cloak, and puts all his hands in the sleeves as if afraid of the cold, almost only one face is exposed from the whole body, his face is pale , chiseled to the point of bony, with obvious sickness.It also makes a pair of eyes more and more clear black and white like an ink painting, but although the pupils are very clear, if you focus on them, they seem to be so deep that you can't see the bottom.

While pacing slowly, he raised his face slightly, the corners of his light-colored lips were raised, and his eyes were half-closed as if enjoying the warmth of the sun, leisurely and comfortable.

In the shadow of a corner, I suddenly heard a slight sound, as if the clothes were torn apart.The man didn't seem to notice it at all, he didn't stop walking, his posture didn't change, only the corners of his lips were pursed suddenly, adding a bit of coldness to the originally gentle and watery expression.

In the next moment, two black figures shot out like arrows from nowhere, and they fought with a bright color that suddenly appeared in the midair, and fought in one place.

The man finally stopped, stood with his arms folded, and watched the life-and-death struggle close at hand, with a silent and calm expression that he was used to.

Another moment, as if he suddenly discovered something, he moved his shoulders, pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and said at the same time: "Stop!"

His voice was clear and soft, with an imperceptible tremor.

The three figures in the air merged and separated immediately, and the two jet-black figures disappeared without a trace after a few ups and downs, leaving only one person in front of him.

The neckline and cuffs of the light red brocade jacket were trimmed with pure white silver fox fur. The waist-length hair was tied up with only a hairpin, half hanging behind her back and half on her chest.The hairstyle is neat and capable, but the end of the hairpin is decorated with a string of cute and childlike colorful beads.Just like her brows and eyes are raised slightly, and when she looks at her, she has a bit of decisive arrogance.One mouth was full and rosy, as if it would poot at any moment, it looked delicate and innocent, without any scheming.

She tilted her head with her hands behind her back, smiled and looked at the frail young man who was slightly dazed, then restrained her little daughter's demeanor, simply cupped her fists, and said loudly: "I haven't seen you for a while, and I offend you." Yes. But Mo Xiangye is a real prime minister who can pull a boat in his belly, so he probably won’t care about people like me who have lived in the rivers and lakes for a long time, right?”

Those words completely froze the smile on the man's lips just now, and gradually became a little bit bitter: "Xiao...Pavilion Master, you are too polite."

In three years, things have changed.

The 'little master' who was once called by Xiao Yi crisply and loudly has become the current Mo Xiangye.

And the little girl who used to hold Mo Yanxiao's sleeve to show all her emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy has now become the seemingly sassy and bright, but actually unpredictable Pavilion Master Xiao.

(End of this chapter)