My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Five hundred and forty-fourth

Chapter 3944 4.1544 Recalling the past, the past is more cherished

Qiao Mu's eager mood immediately infected Moline and the three little ones.

The prince lowered his hands slightly, and let his daughter-in-law lead her, almost galloping forward.

The Qiongtian Jade Dragon is full of green and green, winding to the outside of a courtyard surrounded by flowers and blooming with greenery, and gently embraces the entire small courtyard.

It's like a pearl in the sea, being treated so gently.

Qiao Mu slowly stopped, and subconsciously squeezed her husband's fingers, his eyes were filled with light and shining wetness.

Pushing open the courtyard door covered with green plants, it seems to have opened the memory locked in the depths.

Following the path of the fragrance of medicine, moving forward slowly, Qiao Mu stared straight at a tree in the middle of the courtyard.

[Master, will I grow taller? 】

[Of course you will grow taller, you are now seven years old, let's plant this laurel tree. After ten years, when you are seventeen, it will be ten. 】

【One year old and one year round, ten years are fleeting, when you grow up, Master will be old too. 】

[That...Xiaobao will make you a beauty medicine pill. In this way, the master will never grow old. 】

Qiao Mu stared at the tree in a daze, and his little hand touched it involuntarily, gently rubbing the bark.

As soon as I raised my head, the breeze blew across my face, the cinnamon was fragrant, and the finely divided petals fell.

Here, it seems...too many memories of her.

So that, every time you take a step, you can see those familiar figures smiling and beckoning to her.

Qiaomu opened the door of the wing, stood quietly in the doorway, looking at her magnificent but dignified boudoir.

Finger touched the long screen window engraved with green bamboo, and stroked the blooming Begonia in front of the window.

Sweeping gently, the spotless window sill brushed the beauty couch in front of the window.

I fixed my gaze out of the window, watching quietly, almost without blinking.

【The sword is a murder weapon. When you draw the sword, you should be aware of this. 】

[Disciple, the villain likes a lot of nonsense. When we subdue the enemy, don't talk to them. Always let them shut up is the most correct choice. 】

【The sword points to the sky, how can the sky stand against me? 】

She stood there, looking out the window quietly, as if she saw two unparalleled figures, swimming like butterflies in flowers, and the swords rushed to each other, making clanking sounds.

Her eyes moved away from the silk-wrapped screen~IndoMTL.com~ Then she walked out, and her little hand gently pushed open the study door next door and walked in.

She walked over and looked at the two bookcases side by side, one big and one small. She obediently sat in front of the short bookcase and stroked the rice paper in front of her.

Two drops of ink dripped on it, and a word was written crookedly: Joe.

As if to see that year after year, the woman gently held her almost transparent and whitish little hand, writing strokes on the rice paper.

"Master, Master." The little girl cried out in a choked voice, and the teardrop fell down, smudging the two spots of ink.

Prince Mo has been following her silently. Seeing her doing this, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold her shoulders and asked softly, "Jojo, do you think of something?"

"Think of a lot." Qiao Mu swallowed and said softly, "Why is the soul exploded. But after the soul exploded, I know where I went."

My soul, wafting and going with the wind.

(End of this chapter)