C97

Mo Gu Han slowly walked alone in the flower garden with his oil-paper umbrella. In the morning, there were no clouds, but at noon, a faint rain began to fall, dismal and dismal. It penetrated his skin and brought a chill to his heart.

In the dense drizzle, please place some oiled paper on top. There was no sound, but it made people feel as if it was raining. The air was somewhat moist, the raindrops wetting the hem of Mo Gu Han's clothes, adding a portion to the deep black, wetting the new sprout, the peach blossoms that bloomed all over the branches.

They gently swayed on the branches, welcoming the arrival of the spring rain, peach blossoms so bright red. A small piece of land was covered in a long drizzle, and the end of it could not be seen.

It was not just one or two trees, but a piece of peach forest. There was a little green mixed in the pink, which made Mo Gu Han stop in his tracks.

The place that was full of dreams was not suitable for him to enter now. It was as if he had added a layer of darkness to that pink patch of land.

In addition, that place gave him a feeling of endless reverie, making him feel that he was still in the past. At that time, it was also a drizzling day. It was also during this March's weather, with countless peach blossoms falling on the two people in the forest from countless petals hitting Xuan'er.

Unfortunately, there was no breeze, no one beside him. He was the only one who didn't dare to mock these brilliant peach blossoms! As for the person who should have been by his side, he was nowhere to be found.

Mo Gu Han looked at the scene in front of him. He had to see the people who were sent up like Gu Mo Yan at the yamen when he was free, but he was not worried about any of them. After searching for so long, without any clues, and now he was looking at people again. Let him cut off the whole peach forest, that's all. Mo Gu Han shook his sleeves before turning to leave this troublesome place.

There was a ruckus in front of them. It was rather noisy in this quiet place. Mo Gu Han frowned in annoyance, but also had some doubts as he started walking towards that direction.

Today, he happened to be interested in the Xunmu of the previous dynasty, and the flowers in the garden were about to sprout. How could he not come to this scene? He was willing to use the rain as an umbrella to enjoy this moment of peace and quiet, so there was nothing to bother him.

"Big brother Qingfeng, be careful."

A slightly soft and clear voice sounded from the inside, and as it drifted across his heart, it sounded like a spring breeze.

Immediately after, Mo Gu Han felt a person falling towards him, he used his inner force to help that person stand firmly.

Yang Qingfeng raised his head, only feeling his body stabilized by a force, he did not feel the warm embrace, only the cold rain hitting his face. He opened his eyes, and only through the rain that was wetting his eyelashes did he clearly see the monarch standing in the distance, covered by the rain.

Yang Qingfeng's first reaction to the blankness of his mind was that his little mind had been discovered by the emperor. His second reaction was to run back, wanting to ask Qing Yan how she was going to deal with it.

He had just been playing by himself outside the pavilion. When he saw that someone was coming from afar, he recalled that the king that Rona had mentioned would come the day before yesterday. Thus, he was sure that the person coming was the emperor.

Only then did he suddenly have the courage to let the king see him before them, and only then did he pretend to fall and pounce into the arms of the emperor.

In the end, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the emperor's intentions. The king did not even want to touch him.

"Brother Qingfeng, what's wrong?" Did he fall outside? Or is the rain getting heavier? " Qing Yan waved her hand in front of Yang Qingfeng's eyes and asked.