My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One hundred and fourteenth

"Only when I came in, I heard that Qiaoqiao had a conflict with the Shark tribe. They are now."

"Mother, this is a long story. Let's talk as we walk."

Qing Hongse stood outside the crowd, opened her mouth slightly, watching Qing Xuexue take her mother away, and froze there for a while.

He Luan and others followed the queen, leaving her alone for a while, only then slowly followed in frustration.

It turns out that my mother really doesn't want to see herself. Isn't this something that has long been known?

Why do you still feel a little sad?

"Mother, do we really want to live in Wangchuan?" Qing Xuexue supported the queen's left hand and tilted her head to look at her.

If you leave it under the fence for a long time, it will not feel good.

Qingye smiled and looked at her, "Isn't this trip to Sanzhou to establish a battle group for the killing of heaven."

"Mother wants to join?"

"Lisha Island should be a good choice." Qingye patted the back of her daughter's hand lightly, "A step is a step, let's take a look first."

……

Qiaomu reached out and pushed open a long window, looking up at the silver moonlight streaming down in the sky.

A faint silver frost covers the panes.

Shallow moon Huapu illuminates the courtyard.

A sultry wind blew over her face, brushing a strand of hair by her temple.

Moline walked slowly to her side and looked down at a small red wooden box on the table.

Not long ago, there were not many relics of the mother sent by the Shark tribe.

For so many years, my mother has only such a small box with her belongings.

A few pieces of jewelry, a few personal items.

There is also a short knife studded with a row of blue gems, which looks very earthy.

It looks very ugly, but the tip of the scabbard's handle has long been worn out by people's caress, which shows that this knife is very popular with the owner.

Qiao Mu took it out. The blade hadn't been used for so many years, and it was long gone.

The blade is blunt, and even a small hole is missing on it.

"It's ugly." Qiao Mu muttered to himself, and his little hand touched the blade inch by inch, and stayed there for a moment.

"Floating Life."

"What?" Mo Lin was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at her daughter-in-law's little hand.

"Floating." Qiaomu touched the vague handwriting on the knife, "Floating."

"Floating life?" Moline murmured in a low voice.

"Floating life is like a dream, waking up from a dream." Qiao Mu returned the blunt knife to its sheath and held it firmly in his hand.

"My Joe Joe." Moline stretched out her hand to hug her slender waist and sighed slightly, "Tomorrow, we will go back. Don't take care of these things."

Qiao Mu lifted his head from his arms and looked at him earnestly. For a long time, he shook his head.

Mo Lin raised her handsome eyebrows slightly.

"For nothing else~IndoMTL.com~Qiao Mu reached out his hand to cover his heart, and murmured softly, "For you, for parents and brothers and sisters, for our friends. I hope that the three states will be stable, the country will last long, the whole world will be peaceful, and the prosperous age will be prosperous. I don’t want to see this world become..."

A purgatory on earth like the previous life.

Who would like to experience the devastated and ruined world after seeing the colorful flowers in your eyes?

"We don't fight for others, but for our future generations and the well-being of our children and grandchildren."

Mo Lin's eyes moved slightly, she reached out her hand to cup her small face, and nodded with a smile, "Okay, my Jojo is so good, everything... will do what you want."

"Why do you mean floating life?" Qiao Mu leaned on his chest and asked softly.

How could it be meaningless for my mother to cherish and store that broken short knife.

Floating, floating...

What is a floating life?