Ink has become a book

I've always thought, if she wasn't Luo Tsing Yi, I wasn't Mo Wuyan, and I wasn't like the Queen Mother and Hen Yue, then it would be great. ——Mo Wuyan

Above the golden hall, a woman in a dragon robe was sitting upright, and the ministers of His Highness stood quietly, with cold sweat breaking out from behind.

"Are you all dissatisfied with my decision?" Mo Wuyan sneered at His Highness's ministers.

All the officials knelt down: "I dare not wait."

"Then this matter is settled." Mo Wuyan stood up and left slowly, leaving the sweaty ministers whispering in the hall.

"Why did the emperor save the child and let her have the highest status when he left the palace? What if someone from another country would do it? The emperor has never made such a mistake, why is he so confused today!"

"The matter has come to this, all of us should take more care of the emperor, and hope that the emperor is just confused for a while."

"That's the only way to go, alas."

……

Mo Wuyan knew nothing about what happened in the hall, she just looked at the child in front of her in a daze.

She is only ten years old this year. Both her mother, the emperor and the queen died in a disaster. The reason why she survived was saved by the seven or eight-year-old child in front of her, so she brought her back to the palace. It is also pleasing to the eye and the mind to put on a brocade suit for the child.

"Why are you pulling the corner of my clothes?" Mo Wuyan frowned, she needed a subordinate, not a child.

The other party didn't speak, just looked at her.

Mo Wuyan had a better understanding, opened her hand with one hand, and said seriously: "From today on, you will be called Tsing Yi." When she met her, she was wearing a shabby Tsing Yi, she paused, and said: " Drop Tsing Yi."

Luo Qingyi looked at the palm of her hand in a daze, just now, she opened her hand, for some reason, she felt empty and uncomfortable.

Mo Wuyan looked at her looking like she was about to cry, and sighed in his heart, this is a child of seven or eight years old, because of her status, she was forced to grow up before realizing her innocence, her heart inevitably softened, and said softly: " Let me teach you how to write." She stretched out a hand to hold Luo Tsing Yi's hand, Luo Tsing Yi blushed and nodded.

Inside the bedroom.

Mo Wuyan took off his dragon robe and only wore a single shirt. He watched Luo Tsing Yi, who was obediently sitting at the table, slowly walked over, stood behind her, and held her right hand with his right hand. The hand was soft, and she lost a little. In a daze, he put his right hand on her right hand and taught her to write.

Luo Qingyi sat like a blanket, and the hot breath from that person in her ears forced her to straighten her body, her hands were so moist that it almost made her blush, and she couldn't help changing her sitting position.

Mo Wuyan hugged her tightly: "Don't move, writing is about state of mind, first calm down your mind."

Luo Tsing Yi sat down obediently, Mo Wuyan nodded in satisfaction, looked down at her, just caught the scenery in her clothes, she coughed: "You practice first today, tomorrow I will continue to teach you."

Mo Wuyan lay on the bed tossing and turning, looked at Luo Qingyi who was practicing calligraphy and said to herself: "It's just a child, what are you worried about?" She repeated several times before she fell asleep.

Luo Qingyi didn't dare to stop without her words, so she practiced calligraphy all night.

When Mo Wuyan got up, he only saw her lying on the table and sound asleep. She got up and hugged her in her arms, and then carried her to the bed. When she saw her open her eyes and looked at her, he said, "You practiced calligraphy all night. ?”

Luo Tsing Yi nodded.

Mo Wuyan didn't know what to say, he just said: "Go to sleep after practicing for a while, don't..." Don't be tired.Mo Wuyan didn't finish his sentence.

Luo Qingyi grabbed the corner of her clothes and stared at her, Mo Wuyan smiled: "Can you talk, why do you keep staring at me?"

Luo Qingyi looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "You look good."

Mo Wuyan was startled, calmed down, and said, "You stay here, I'll go to the morning court, and I'll have dinner when I come back. If you're hungry, ask Hen Yue to serve you food first."

Hen Yue was her mother's most trusted person, and also... Mo Wuyan lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought, then left after a while.

Luo Qingyi looked at her back in a daze, it was the first time she had seen such a good-tempered young lady, but her personality was too cold.

Luo Qingyi was rolling on the bed when Mo Wuyan came back from the morning court. Seeing her coming, he smiled shyly. Mo Wuyan changed his dragon robe and put on a white one, and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Luo Qingyi put on her clothes and got out of bed, stood in front of her and shook her head, Mo Wuyan smiled: "Don't you know how to talk, why don't you talk?"

Luo Qingyi hugged her, buried her in her arms and cried.

Mo Wuyan sighed, Luo Tsingyi lost her parents and relatives, she also lost her parents, the only difference is that the kind couple died to save her and Luo Tsingyi, Mo Wuyan reached out and hugged her Luo Qingyi patted her on the back comfortingly, Luo Qingyi fell asleep crying and crying, Mo Wuyan hugged her to the bed before walking out of the room.

Standing outside the door was a woman in white with a sword in her arms. When she saw her coming, she just said indifferently: "You are here." A simple greeting without a trace of emotion.

Mo Wuyan stood in front of her, and said quietly: "Hen Yue, what moves are you practicing today?"

Hen Yue held the sword and looked at the sky: "After practicing today, I will teach you a few tricks tomorrow, and I will leave the day after tomorrow."

Mo Wuyan was startled: "Let's go? What are you going to do?"

Hen Yue lowered her head and looked at her face: "In a few days it will be your mother's memorial day, and I will take my qin to play an elegy for her." The more she looked at Mo Wuyan, the more her heart ached, probably Mo Wuyan A face exactly like her mother's.

Mo Wuyan paused: "It's thousands of miles away, so be careful in everything."

Hen Yue walked away holding the sword expressionlessly. She still remembered that she stood in front of her and said, "Hen Yue, this journey will last forever. Be careful in everything and remember to come back." She remembered her words and came back. But it's gone, the people of the Mo family are really big liars.

After Hen Yue left, Mo Wuyan and Luo Tsing Yi were as usual, time flies, time flies, in the blink of an eye, Mo Wuyan is already the queen who responds to everyone, Luo Tsing Yi is the sharpest sword in Mo Wuyan's hand, and Hen Yue Since leaving that year, he still hasn't returned.

The author has something to say: give some sweetness at the beginning o(=·ω·=)m