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

Chapter 51 Calculating (4)

"You also said that it was midsummer at that time, but now it is midwinter." Looking away, Mo Yanxiao looked at Xiao Yi quietly: "My hand is useless because of self-inflicted consequences, and it has nothing to do with you. No, or it should be like this Said, fortunately, I have you, so that I can avoid paying a greater price."

"It turns out, sure enough." Xiao Yi whispered two seemingly unrelated words, blinked, forced the mist out of her eyes, and suddenly smiled, showing her sharpness, restraining her weakness: "I'll just say, The timing was too coincidental. My side exposed Ruan Shangshu's corruption in front of the emperor, but his side actually dared to plot to kill the king. Moreover, it is still such a stupid way, it is not like The old fox's usual way of doing things."

Mo Yanxiao, who had seen all the changes in her expression, suddenly coughed for a while, and Fang said lightly, "Sometimes, the most stupid way is the most effective."

"You set the time and place just to let Brother Yi witness the collapse of the house specially built for him. But this is obviously not enough, because if there are no casualties, the case will definitely be thoroughly investigated in accordance with the procedures of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. At that time, you may be able to find out some clues, and then all previous efforts will be wasted. You don't want to, or dare not let His Majesty be seriously injured, so you have to take your own risk." Xiao Yi said here very quickly, With a wry smile: "Speaking of it, after all, we are playful, ruined your entire plan, and caused you to make fakes come true. Master Mo, I'm sorry."

"Since you can understand this, you should also understand the purpose of my actions at that time." Mo Yanxiao still had a clear and shallow appearance, calm: "Anyway, I did it on my own initiative this time." Advocacy is what puts the emperor in danger, if you suffer any more damage, I'm afraid you will be in big trouble."

"However, I think it would be better if we should rush to the emperor to show our loyalty."

Mo Yanxiao frowned, quite helplessly: "It's too far away, too late."

Xiao Yi smiled, got up and poured a cup of hot tea, and helped him to feed him little by little.

In fact, how many thoughts can a person turn in that flashy moment?It's just an instinct buried in the deepest part of my heart.

The above analysis, at best, is just after the fact.

But, so what?

As he said, sometimes, the most stupid way is the most effective.

Therefore, people who are stupid may be more likely to be happy instead.

If you don't want to, don't think about it.If you can't go into it, don't go into it.

He has an official career that he has painstakingly planned, and she...

There is a man she should marry.

When the lights came on, Xiao Yi bid farewell to Mo Yanxiao and walked slowly along the path of Wangmei Palace.

As the name suggests, many plum blossoms are planted here, the branches are in full bloom, and the fragrance is tangy.

For this kind of flower, Xiao Yi used to love it very much, and also hated it very much, but now, only appreciation is left.

The fragrance comes from the bitter cold, and the character is noble and clean.

While wandering, he suddenly heard someone calling, so he stopped.

Qin Mei approached with a long jade-necked vase with wintersweet inserted obliquely in her arms, as if she was not eating fireworks: "I'll see you off."

"Too polite."

"Should be."

Immediately, there was silence all the way.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, Qin Mei stopped, handed the vase to Xiao Yi, and said with a smile, "This plum blossom is the best one in the garden. I picked it all afternoon. I hope Miss Xiao likes it."

"Thank you, it's really beautiful."

Qin Mei looked at Xiao Yi, who was smiling and sniffing flowers, and paused for a moment, her bright eyes flashed decisively, but her tone seemed casual: "I guess Miss Xiao doesn't know that Brother Mo had a watch word that he used before he entered Beijing."

"Really?" Xiao Yi was curious: "I really haven't heard of it."

"I haven't used it for so many years. I'm probably the only one in the world who still remembers it." Qin Mei's fingertips lightly brushed the petals of Han Mei: "Mei Qing, Brother Mo's name is Mei Qing."

"Did he get this name because he likes plum blossoms, or does he like plum blossoms because he got this name?" Xiao Yi lingered those two words on the tip of her tongue for a moment, and said with a smile: "Mei Qing, Qin Mei. You two, really Destiny."

Qin Mei paused, stared at her blankly for a long time, finally nodded with Yan Ran: "Yes, there is fate."

If a coincidence is regarded as fate, what can I say.

(End of this chapter)