Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

After Yunmu and Yun Qingluo finished their conversation, they hurried back home.

As night falls, the snowflakes fall slowly from the high sky again like goose feathers.

The two children played and had fun throughout the whole day and were already exhausted.

Yun Qingluo successfully coaxed them to sleep in the evening. The house was peaceful and quiet at this time, with only the occasional sound of the children's gentle breathing.

When Mo Beichen gently pushed open the door and walked in, he saw Yun Qingluo sitting quietly in front of the window, staring at the falling snowflakes outside the window, as if she was lost in deep thought.

She was only wearing a thin piece of clothing and seemed to be shivering in the cold night wind.

Seeing this, Mo Beichen hurried forward, picked up the fox fur beside him, and gently draped it over Yun Qingluo's shoulders.

At the same time, he said with concern: "How dare you sit in such a windy place wearing such thin clothes? What if you catch a cold and get sick?"

Yun Qingluo came back to her senses after hearing Mo Beichen's voice.

She smiled at Mo Beichen and asked softly, "Why did you come here at this time? I'm sure you have a lot of things to do today, so you must be very busy."

Mo Beichen walked up to Yun Qingluo with a smile, then sat down opposite her and answered gently, "I heard that my mother-in-law entered the palace today, so I came to see her and wanted to say hello to her. I didn't expect to be a step too late and came to nothing."

Yun Qingluo sighed softly, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and she said slowly: "My mother told me that my father decided to take the initiative to hand over the military power in his hands next year. The reason why he did this was all for Jun Ye."

Mo Beichen couldn't help but feel very surprised when he heard this.

Because before this, he knew nothing about this matter.

"Relax, I will persuade my father-in-law then. There is still some time before the beginning of next spring, so there is no point in thinking too much." Mo Beichen comforted Yun Qingluo.

Yun Qingluo nodded.

The snow outside the window was falling like goose feathers, as if covering the whole world with a layer of pure white silver.

Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the window, Yun Qingluo couldn't help muttering to herself, "This snow is really heavy. If it continues like this, there will be a thick layer of snow on the ground tomorrow. Those two little guys will definitely not be able to hold back and will definitely clamor to go play in the snow. No, I have to quickly find some thicker clothes and get them ready."

As she spoke, Yun Qingluo stood up, walked hurriedly to the closet and began to rummage through the children's thick clothes.

Seeing this, Mo Beichen walked up to Yun Qingluo and stretched out his hand to stop Yun Qingluo.

He said softly, "Don't work too hard. The maids in the palace, Yun Tao, Yun Xin and others will take good care of the children. Don't worry so much. Just stay with me more, okay?"

As he spoke, Mo Beichen's eyes, as deep as a lake of water, stared at Yun Qingluo, and a hint of different emotions and deep meanings appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Being stared at by him with such a fiery gaze, Yun Qingluo suddenly felt her cheeks burning as if on fire, and even her ears turned red.

She said coyly, "Oh, you are such a frivolous person."

However, facing Yun Qingluo's coquettishness, Mo Beichen not only did not show any intention of restraining himself, but instead the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile.

Mo Beichen took this opportunity to approach her and teased her, "Madam, why do you say this about me? Do you know what I'm thinking? If so, please tell me clearly, so that I can see if we are really in sync with each other."

After saying this, he deliberately moved forward, almost within reach of Yun Qingluo.

Seeing this, Yun Qingluo glared at Mo Beichen fiercely, but her little temper had no deterrent effect on Mo Beichen at all.

The next second, Mo Beichen only chuckled, then he suddenly picked up Yun Qingluo by the waist and walked towards the bed with big strides.

When they reached the bed, Mo Beichen carefully placed the person in his arms on the soft bed, and said in a very gentle tone: "The two children have already slept in the side hall tonight. As the saying goes, the right time and right place are all in place. So, please, Madam, give me a harmonious relationship with your husband, okay?"

After saying this, Mo Beichen's face was full of anticipation, but Yun Qingluo was already too ashamed to face anyone. She could only close her eyes tightly, pretending to be an ostrich and not daring to look directly at the person in front of her...

"Mo Beichen, the older you get, the more shameless you become."

Mo Beichen said with an understanding, "Madam said I'm old, but she disliked me for not satisfying her a few days ago?"

Yun Qingluo opened her eyes in shock at Mo Beichen's twisted logic and stared at him, "Where's your face?"

Mo Beichen lowered his head and touched Yun Qingluo with his cheek, "Here it is."

Yun Qingluo wanted to say something, but Mo Beichen stretched out his finger and made a shushing gesture, "Madam, the night is still long, save some strength."

The next day, Yun Qingluo woke up feeling weak all over.

The laughter of two children came in through the window.

"Uncle three, you are so stupid. Hahaha, you can't even avoid my snowball. Grandfather said you are very good, but I think you are not as good as me." Mo Zhiyuan laughed shamelessly.

Mo Junye also smiled and said, "Mo Zhiyuan, don't underestimate your third uncle. Third uncle, show her your skills."

Yun Zixie glared at Mo Junye, "Do you think I'm a juggler? Also, if you want to watch, just say you want to watch. If not, drag your sister along. You're just like your father, both of you are glutinous rice balls stuffed with black sesame."

Mo Zhiyuan didn't understand what he heard at first, but when he heard about glutinous rice balls, his eyes lit up immediately, "Wow, I want to eat glutinous rice balls, the ones with black sesame filling are delicious."

Mo Junye and Yun Zixie looked at each other in silence.

"Okay, come on, show it, little princess and little prince, just watch." After Yun Zixie finished speaking, he used his Qinggong skills and with a somersault, he was already standing on the rockery.

This action caused Mo Zhiyuan to cheer, "Wow, great, wow, Third Uncle you are so awesome, even Brother Cheng Xuan can't do it, I want to learn too, Third Uncle, will you teach me?"

Yun Zixie stood up and leaped again, broke off a plum branch, and performed a sword dance in the snow.

"Wow, so handsome, is this the handsome guy that my mother mentioned? Third uncle, you are so awesome, wow, so handsome." Mo Zhiyuan kept clapping his hands and cheering.

Mo Junye looked at him helplessly.

Mo Zhiyuan was not convinced, "Huh, then brother, tell me, how should we praise Third Uncle?"

"The piled-up stones are like jade, the rows of pines are like emerald green, Lang Yan is unique and there is no other like him in the world." Mo Junye said without any hesitation.

"Hmph, you have your Grand Master to teach you, but the Grand Master teaches me nothing." Mo Zhiyuan put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, turned his head and snorted.

Mo Junye was dumbfounded. "Mo Zhiyuan, if the Grand Tutor knew you were thinking this, he would probably rush to my father from home and complain about you. You made the Grand Tutor so angry that he was fuming, and you forgot about it so quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhiyuan seemed to remember how he had angered the Grand Tutor in school, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"What are you two whispering about? How about my sword dance? Is it that my sword energy is so strong that I can be invincible?" Yun Zixie saw the two little guys chatting with each other and no one was looking at him, so he stopped dancing with the sword and walked over to look at the two people.

Mo Zhiyuan immediately took the plum branch that Yun Zixie used for sword fighting and pestered Yun Zixie to teach him.

Yun Zixie chuckled, "You are still young, so learn how to do horse stance. Your chassis is unstable, and it's a problem for you to stand on one foot."

Mo Zhiyuan was not convinced when he heard this, "Humph, you all bully me, I can handle it."

She was eager to prove herself, and immediately lifted one foot as she finished speaking, trying to show that she could stand on one leg.

Yun Zixie was startled, and before he could reach out his hand, he heard a scream.

The little princess fell headfirst into the snow beside her. Fortunately, the snow was thick and she was wearing warm clothes, so she didn't get hurt much.

"Hurry up, get up. Look, you're upside down with a mouthful of snow. Are you cold?" Yun Zixie couldn't help laughing when he saw Mo Zhiyuan covered in snow.

Mo Zhiyuan wasn't hurt from the fall, but when she saw Yun Zixie laughing, she thought he was making fun of her and started crying.

Yun Zixie suddenly panicked, and hurriedly picked up the little guy and rushed into Yun Qingluo's house, not forgetting to pick up Mo Junye and hold him under his armpit.

"Sister, sister, your daughter is crying. Little princess, don't cry, don't cry. It's your third uncle's fault. Don't cry. Your third uncle will take you to make a snowman, okay?" Yun Zixie called Yun Qingluo while coaxing Mo Zhiyuan.

But please don't cry.

If his eldest brother, second brother and father knew about it, he would be in big trouble.

Everyone in the family is a granddaughter slave and a niece slave. Even if they make Mo Junye cry, they cannot make Mo Zhiyuan cry.

Yun Qingluo had already finished washing up and was sitting leisurely in front of the window reading a medical book.

A clear and somewhat miserable cry broke the silence.

Yun Qingluo's heart tightened and she quickly put down the medical book in her hand and hurriedly went towards the direction where the crying sound came from.

Soon, Yun Zixie walked into the room in a hurry, holding the two children tightly in his arms.

Yun Qingluo walked forward quickly and saw Mo Zhiyuan, whose face was covered with tears and whose eyes were filled with tears.

She took Mo Zhiyuan and put her on the ground, gently stroking her little head and coaxing her softly, "Zhiyuan, don't cry, don't cry. If you cry any more, you will turn into a little cat and won't be pretty. Oh, look at the snow all over your body. Did you fall accidentally? Come, let's quickly change into clean and warm clothes."

As he spoke, Yun Qingluo stood up, carefully picked up Mo Zhiyuan, and turned to walk towards the inner room.

At the same time, Yun Tao on the side also responded smartly: "I'll go find some dry clothes." After that, she left quickly.

Before entering the inner room, Yun Qingluo looked back at Yun Zixie, who was still standing there with a look of self-blame on his face, and comforted him, "Don't take it to heart. It's normal for children to cry and make a fuss. Don't take it too seriously."

Yun Zixie, however, had a bitter face and a worried look, muttering to himself: "Alas, it's all my fault for not taking good care of this little guy. If my eldest and second brothers knew about this, I'm afraid I'd be beaten up."

At this time, Mo Junye, who had been standing next to him obediently, stretched out his little hand, gently patted the back of Yun Zixie's hand, and said in a baby voice: "Don't worry, Third Uncle, I can testify for you that this is not your fault. It was Mo Zhiyuan who fell like this because she was naughty."

When Yun Zixie heard this, he felt deeply guilty for his previous remarks. Look at how sensible his nephew is. He really deserves to die for thinking that he would rather let Mo Junye cry than let Mo Zhiyuan shed tears.

"Good nephew, you are so kind." Yun Zixie patted Mo Junye on the back.

After changing clothes, when Yun Qingluo carried Mo Zhiyuan out again, Mo Zhiyuan was no longer crying and was holding a piece of candy in her hand.

Yun Qingluo put Mo Zhiyuan on the ground.

Mo Zhiyuan walked up to Yun Zixie shyly and said in a soft voice, "Uncle, it was Zhiyuan who fell down. Don't blame me. I scared you just now. Zhiyuan apologizes to you."

"Third uncle, don't say anything first. If you eat this piece of candied cake, it means you don't blame Zhiyuan." Mo Zhiyuan raised his little hand and put the candied cake next to Yun Zixie's mouth.