Rebirth of the Only Favored Empress

Standing in the courtyard of his previous life, Feng Han knew that he was in a dream again.

This is the courtyard where Mo Qingyun lived in his previous life. Every time he wakes up from a dream, he always stays in this place, but today it seems that there is no one in the courtyard.

Feng Han walked around in the courtyard, looking for noises, walked outside, passed the gravel path in the garden, and the maids walking by were talking in low voices.

"The prince really didn't say anything, he just ignored the existence of the princess, but let me tell you, don't go too far, don't be like that dead girl, the princess is still the master no matter how bad she is." In a low voice, he reprimanded the little maid beside him.

The little maid's obedient answer was, "Sister, I haven't done anything. Miss Cui bought a lot of people with the scorpion last time. She is usually generous, and the prince's favor naturally favors her."

"Our master is the prince, you just need to remember this, don't meddle along, you will feel better if you are treated like a young bird in the future."

The voices of the two maids gradually faded away, Feng Han just walked towards the front yard alone, when Cui Fanmeng's piercing voice came from stepping into the front yard.

"Princess, you are also a concubine anyway, why do I, my younger sister, teach you every time?" Cui Fanmeng looked at Mo Qingyun with disdain.

Mo Qingyun frowned and didn't argue with her, just heard Cui Fanmeng continue to say, "It's already the twelfth lunar month, and the house is busy, and the princess is alone, and she wants to run away all day long. You are a man, so don't pay attention to your name." Festival?"

"I have something to do. I want to go to the east of the city to give something to the refugees. I have reported all these things to the old housekeeper." Mo Qingyun was already anxious. He hadn't seen Yi Siyuan for a long time, so he didn't know How is he now.

Cui Fanmeng sat at the top and took a sip of tea. Hearing this, he put down the teacup and covered the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, "Princess, I don't want to care about how your share is spent, but now it's the New Year's Eve, so I want to care about it." There are so many things going up and down in the mansion, how can I have the time to take care of your affairs, I hope the princess will stop causing trouble for me."

The two of them were talking, Feng Han returned to the mansion, Cui Fanmeng changed his appearance when he saw Feng Han, got up and walked up.

"My lord, you're back. Are you tired? How about Fan Meng squeeze your shoulders for you?" Cui Fanmeng always did this when he was outside, but Feng Han didn't agree, so he moved away from Cui Fanmeng's hand, but the movement was not large, and others It's hard to see, only Cui Fanmeng knows it clearly.

Cui Fanmeng paused for a moment and didn't move forward, so as not to embarrass himself in this crowded main hall.

Feng Han sat at the top, Cui Fanmeng took the tea from the maid and handed it to him personally, Mo Qingyun looked up at the person sitting above him, feeling a little sore in his heart, not knowing how to face him.

"My lord, can you allow me to leave the palace?" Mo Qingyun mustered up the courage to ask Feng Han directly.

It was only then that Feng Han noticed that there was Mo Qingyun in the hall, and frowned at him, what's the matter. "

Mo Qingyun quickly explained the reason to Feng Han again, while Cui Fanmeng bit his lip and watched the scene, and was relieved to see that Feng Han did not speak after hearing the reason.

"My lord, when you are not in the mansion, the princess often runs out, no matter what, it is unreasonable. Even a man should pay attention to his reputation. If we make any mistakes, it will be our Chu Palace who will lose face." Cui Fanmeng came to the seal. Han whispered a complaint.

Feng Han frowned when he heard the words, he didn't know if this Mo Qingyun went out to give alms as he said, if not, whether he was colluding with others to plot something.

After he returned to the court, he heard some things, about Mo Qingyun being a member of the Yu clan, and the downfall of the Yu clan, the most important thing was their secrets of the Yu clan. After that, he also asked the soldiers who stayed behind, and Not finding anything wrong with Mo Qingyun, Feng Han thought about whether he should arrange someone to follow him, to see what he really wanted

doing what.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, don't run around these days, it won't affect you well."

Hearing this, Mo Qingyun was even more worried. If she couldn't go out, what would Siyuan do? It had been snowing intermittently for a long time, and there was wind leaking everywhere in the ruined temple. She didn't even have any clothes to keep out the cold, and there was also the problem of eating.

"My lord, Qingyun really has something to do. Please let me go out." Mo Qingyun didn't want to hide it anymore, "My lord, there are children among the refugees. They are really pitiful, so let Qingyun go and see them." Look, I'm really worried about those kids."

"Where are the refugees you mentioned? Just arrange for someone to go there for you. You can also send some old clothes from the mansion. You can tell the housekeeper yourself." Feng Han didn't want to worry about this issue any more, and got up and left the main hall.

Mo Qingyun hesitated to speak but stopped watching Feng Han walk away, Cui Fanmeng glared at Mo Qingyun and turned to leave.

Mo Qingyun was anxious, so she could only find the old housekeeper, and told him about the situation. Butler An Huai was very kind, and the prince also gave her orders, so she agreed.

"Princess, don't worry, I will hand over the warm clothes to those children." After An Huai finished speaking, she also asked someone to arrange some usable sundries, and the carriage dragged them there.

When Mo Qingyun returned to the room, he was still uneasy. He didn't see Siyuan with his own eyes, so he still couldn't feel at ease.

Wu La was still sent to Qing Yun by An Hai, Mo Qingyun felt even more heavy after eating, and only thought about how Yi Siyuan was doing, and whether he could have a meal.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingyun had already put down the chopsticks in her hands, cleaned up the table, and put the food box at the door.

Feng Han stood aside and knew what he was going to do, he was very worried, and the layout of this room was still so deserted, it was the season of the twelfth lunar month, Qing Yun's quilt was still very thin, and his clothes hadn't been bought yet. Feng Han hated himself to death in his previous life.

Mo Qingyun had already run into the garden, he knew that this way could lead to the back door, Feng Han followed him out.

I hardly met anyone on the road, even if I saw one or two from a distance, no one cared about where Mo Qingyun was going.

It was freezing cold outside, the snow from the past few days hadn't melted, and the road was not easy to walk. Mo Qingyun walked towards the east of the city step by step relying only on his legs.

From the look on his face, he knew that he was very anxious, he hurried away and fell down not long after, Feng Han stretched out his hand to catch Qing Yun, but he could only watch him fall to the ground.

Mo Qingyun stood up again after sitting down by herself, fell down countless times along the way, and finally arrived at the ruined temple at dusk.

Seeing the carriage wheels on the road, Mo Qingyun's frown relaxed a little. Butler Anhuai didn't lie to him, and really sent someone to deliver the things.

After entering the ruined temple, Mo Qingyun walked straight back, but he didn't see Yi Siyuan, so he casually grabbed the person next to him and asked, "Uncle, have you seen the children who are usually here? They have lived here for a long time. That's right, she looks like thirteen or fourteen years old."

The man shook his head and waved his hands to express that he didn't know. Mo Qing asked several people anxiously, and they all said that he didn't know where he went.

Mo Qingyun searched the ruined temple, but there was still no sign of Yi Siyuan, so he could only run outside the ruined temple again, turned around, but found nothing, Feng Han looked like he was about to cry when he saw him in a hurry A dull pain in the heart.

Before returning to the ruined temple, Yi Siyuan will be seen, "Yuan'er, where have you been?"

Mo Qingyun anxiously rushed up to hug him.

Yi Siyuan was also taken aback when he saw a smile on Brother Qingyun's face, "Brother Qingyun, I'm going to do the work. There is a very nice boss on the main street ahead. I helped him once. Once, he asked me to go to his rice store to carry rice."

Mo Qingyun looked at Yi Siyuan with red eyes, checked his whole body, and was relieved when he found no trace of being beaten.

"It's all brother Qingyun's useless, he can't let you eat and dress warmly."

Seeing that Mo Qingyun's eyes were red, Yi Siyuan shook his head in fright, "Brother Qingyun, I'm fine, I'm already this old, the children from other families are already the pillars of the family, I can support myself, don't worry Me, I will honor you when I earn money."

Mo Qingyun finally couldn't hold back his tears, he didn't want to do this in front of Siyuan, and there was nothing wrong with him in the palace, he was much better than ordinary people, but he lost a little freedom.

Feng Han gritted his teeth and looked at the crying person beside him, but couldn't give him a hug, but he could feel the pain in his heart even though he was in a dream.

After Mo Qingyun had cried enough, Yi Siyuan settled down, and gave him some slacks, told him to hide them by himself, and hurried back.

The sky was completely dark, and the road was still difficult to walk. The only luck might be that Mo Qingyun still remembered the way back.

By the time Mo Qingyun reached the Wangfu, he was about to pass, and the back door had already been locked. Mo Qingyun gritted his teeth and knocked on the door. It was quiet for a long time, and finally someone came to open the door for him.

The man was naturally startled when he saw Mo Qingyun. He didn't even notice when the princess was going out.

"I'm sorry, I, I went out for a while and disturbed your rest." Mo Qingyun spoke politely to the boy.

The boy was stunned for a moment and couldn't say anything and quickly shook his head. Mo Qingyun smiled at him and went back to the yard.

"Haibo, why are you here?" Mo Qingyun looked at the old man in surprise, he wouldn't have been waiting here in this weather.

An Haibo seemed to know what he was thinking, and he was relieved to see him come back. He has taken care of the princess for a long time, and to put it in a word, he already treats the princess as his own child. The more we get along, the more he understands that Mo Qingyun is a very good child.

"Princess, are you okay, but you are injured or something, so you ran out so late, and you have to tell the old slave later, the old slave will try to help you."

Mo Qingyun had a sore nose when he heard that, so he just said, he is very lucky, there are many kind-hearted people willing to help him.

The only thing that makes him regret is that he is not in the eyes of the prince after all.

Feng Han didn't know why Mo Qingyun suddenly became sad in his heart. He could feel that his tears were not only because of being moved, but also for other reasons. Could it be because of him?

Every time he came to the dream, Feng Han could only stay near Mo Qingyun, he tried to leave here to look elsewhere, and also wanted to see if he could find some clues.

He knew that the reason why he was able to enter this dream was probably because of Mo Qingyun.