Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 273 For You, Against the Heavens... [Part [-]]

She should have this kind of life - as a girl, surrounded by excellent young people who admire her.

She has a beautiful face, elegant clothes, a light dance in her shirt, and a sweet smile...

Instead of being filled with hatred and seizing power, burying the bright blooming years.

He is cold and evil.As an "uncle", you can take care of her for the rest of your life!
Thinking of this, Leng Qingxie frowned as he looked at the silver-white dragon-embroidered boy's costume on her body.

"In Wanyue Kingdom, you...you can also wear women's clothing once in a while."

Mo Wuying was startled, met Leng Qingxie's apologetic eyes, and smiled brightly: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Uncle Qingxie, don't worry.

One day, I will put on a shirt and stand in front of the subjects of the Great Yan Kingdom, looking magnificent... Hehe. "

Leng Qingxie stared at her silently for two seconds without speaking.He lowered his head and looked endlessly lonely.

Mo Wuying pulled up the ferret shawl and walked slowly into the courtyard.

The night is as cool as washing.The moon hangs huge and high.The lonely and pale silver light is plated on the number of phoenix trees in the courtyard, penetrating the countless bare branches and pouring on the ground, slanting a reflection of nostalgic prosperity.

Mo Wuying stood under the shadow of the tree, dressed in white, feeling increasingly lonely in the snowy night.

The wind blew up the long hair scattered on the back, and the strands of blue hair were flying noisily in the dark night.It seems to be euphemistically pouring out the restless heart of the master.

The thin and cold back suddenly became warmer.His slender body was covered by a white cloak.

Before turning back, a familiar voice rang out from his ears.

"You disobedient woman, be careful of catching the cold!"

He didn't look back, nor did he move away from the two slender hands that looped from his back to his waist.

Feeling the heat from the man's chest coming from his back, Mo Wuying spoke softly, with a soft voice like a child who lost candy.

"Brother Geyue, I miss my mother and my master..."

The boy behind him tightened his arms and hugged her into his arms.The lower jaw rests on the top of the little man's head.The magnetic voice is gentle and doting, as if annihilating all the severe cold.

"Back to Dayan. We'll be leaving soon! I'll be leaving in a month, so I can... go back and see my mother..."

Mo Wuying's body shook slightly, yes, it's the age to go downhill.

What would it be like for a simple boy like Yun Geyue to face such an iron-blooded and cruel father like General Zhenyuan after returning home?
His future life...is he going to be her enemy, Mo Wuying?

(End of this chapter)