III Jiangshan

Why is this happening?

Yuan Youqi was taken aback by Mochi's question, and Fang realized that what she was asking was why silver threads grew from her temples.

Yuan Youqi smiled and covered the ink pool and caressed the back of his hand at the sideburns.

The back of his hand was warm, Mochi suddenly came back to his senses, he realized that his thoughts had drifted too far, and he involuntarily inquired about the emperor's privacy.

Women all over the world love beauty, and no woman likes to look aging.And such things as hair on the temples will undoubtedly remind people of the word "aging".The emperor is also a woman, how could he not care?

So, I'm afraid it touched her reverse scale, right?

Mochi thought to himself.

Yuan Youqi held Mochi's hand, and was not in a hurry to say anything, but moved to his lips and kissed it lightly.

Mochi blushed.

That charming deep kiss that made people dizzy and almost lost their minds was still lingering in her mind. This man kissed her hand again, and it was so... gentle.

Mo Chi found more and more that he couldn't bear Yuan Youqi's tenderness.

In particular, when she saw Yuan Youqi's white hair, there was an uncontrollable soreness in her eyes, and she just wanted to cry a little bit, so that she might feel better.

She clearly planned to stare at the white hair to distract herself.Unexpectedly, the more times I saw it, the more I felt stuck in my heart.

After Yuan Youqi kissed the back of Mochi's hand, he didn't rush to let go, but focused on her face.

From Qi Yingyue, to Gu Heng, to Mo Chi, these three lives, Ah Heng has suffered too much.Either he was trapped by love and couldn't die well, or he was tortured by relatives and enemies like now.How can I have the heart to let her suffer more pain?

That's what Yuan Youqi thought in her heart, so when faced with the question Mochi just asked, she just smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing. When you get older, your hair will naturally turn gray."

Hearing this, Mochi frowned.

In her eyes, Yuan Youqi is in his prime, and he will never be old enough to give birth to brilliant hair.People in their prime of life are full of blood, even if the black hair is stained with frost, at best, it is like ten or eight strands.

[Heart fire is strong, counteracting the kidney, kidney yang is abundant and kidney yin is insufficient, so as to at least give birth to hair. 】

Suddenly, such a sentence jumped into Mochi's mind without warning.

The ink pool complexion changed slightly.

Is this what it says in a medical book?

Why, when she thought of Yuan Youqi's "less birth and more beautiful hair", such a sentence popped into her head?

It seemed that she was looking for a basis for her conclusion.

Mochi never remembered that he had studied medical books and medicine books deeply, so why did the name of the medicine and the method of preparation come out inexplicably first, and now the words in the medical book came out again?

That feeling is very familiar, as if it was once forgotten by her, but now it is gradually recalling it.

Yuan Youqi observed that Mochi's complexion changed, and suspected that she was interested in her hair color, how could she be willing?

He hurriedly laughed and said, "Don't Qingqing think that this hair color makes me more handsome?"

She intended to show that not only did she not care about the color of her hair, but she was quite proud of it, but unexpectedly, Mo Chi's gloomy expression greeted her.

Yuan Youqi was startled, that giggling smile just halfway through, and was choked back——

This expression is so familiar!

In the past, whenever Gu Heng disagreed with her words and deeds, and wanted to warn and discipline her, she had such an expression.

Yuan Youqi's throat rolled, and he regained his composure.

I only heard Mo Chi ask in a solemn voice: "How old is your son this year?"

Yuan Youqi opened her mouth slightly because of this question. She stared at the ink pool for a moment, unable to figure out the bottom of the ink pool for a while, so she honestly replied: "Thirty one."

Mochi pondered for a while, and continued: "31 years old, is in the prime of life. Moreover, judging from the situation of the young master, this white hair is definitely not born within a year or two..."

Yuan Youqi pursed his lips unnaturally, looked at Mochi secretly, and laughed again: "It's all trivial things! It's not worth mentioning!"

But Mochi stared at Yuan Youqi's amber eyeballs "gurgling" back and forth in their sockets, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Come again!Every time he gets mischievous, gets into trouble, or speaks insincerely, this is how he looks like he is talking about!

Mochi thought.

She seemed to be used to Yuan Youqi, and she didn't realize how weird and terrifying it was to have such a familiar feeling in her mind.

"Why is this so, my lord, please speak up!" Mochi said seriously.

The voice was not loud, but it was enough to shake Yuan Youqi.

This feeling, why... how does it feel like returning to the time when Ah Heng was there?

Yuan Youqi was stunned secretly, carefully peeking into Mochi's eyes.

Mochi frowned, suddenly feeling like being watched by some kind of fluffy little animal that can "meow".

She unceremoniously withdrew her hand from Yuan Youqi's.

Yuan Youqi: "..."

With nothing in his hand, Wen Xiang nephrite flew away, and his mood really fell to the bottom...

Yuan Youqi is really honest now, with his hands down and his eyes drooping, like a little Mongolian student who has just been forced into a private school by the elders in his family, facing his husband's questioning, the rules are in a mess.

Seeing her obedient appearance made Mochi's heart itch.He is obviously taller than himself by nearly two inches, but he is like a cat that has fallen out of favor, which is pitiful and cute.

Mochi's heart itches, and his palms itch even more.She thought so much, raised her hand and rubbed Yuan Youqi's head.

Shun Yi Shun Mao, should make her feel better, right?Mochi thought to himself.

However, Yuan Youqi's next answer stopped all Mochi's thoughts.

"Because...the dead wife." Yuan Youqi lowered his head and looked at the toe of his boot.

dead wife!

Mochi's heart trembled, as if hearing these two words, he could empathize with Yuan Youqi's pain.

The wife of the Son of Heaven, only the Empress.

It is well known that the Great Wei had no queen.

So, the so-called "deceased wife"...was the old man from the Eastern Palace?Or, a member of Prince Wu's mansion?

Mochi looked at Yuan Youqi's slightly drooping head with pity.In this way, she can see very clearly——

On top of Yuan Youqi's heart, there is also a strand of white hair.

What a pain this must be!

Heaven and man are separated forever, the woman passed away, and she turned her hair white for her.

At that time, she was only a teenager?

That incident happened ten years ago?

Mochi knew for a long time what kind of woman she wanted to imitate, but, as an insignificant person, she was just a small pawn in the hands of the chess player, she couldn't possibly know what she was imitating. What kind of woman is she.

That woman must be good, she must be noble, she must be overwhelming, her appearance is so beautiful that it is impossible to look directly at her...

Otherwise, how could the majestic Emperor Wei be haunted in his dreams, even if Yin and Yang are separated, he cannot forget it for more than ten years?

Mochi Xiao thought about what Yuan Youqi's beloved woman might look like, but he didn't think of anything, but he was full of jealousy.

Then, she laughed angrily at her absurd idea——

Are you jealous?Do you want to be jealous of that dead woman?

And why would you be jealous of a deceased person?

What qualifications do you have to be jealous?

Mochi smiled wryly, laughing at himself for being wild.

A "daughter of a criminal minister", a person who dared not even tell others about her life experience, a woman who had planned and used all kinds of means to be placed next to the emperor, what qualifications did she have to get involved in that pure, pure, and noble woman? love?

Whether the emperor loves her or not is not the most important thing.

The important thing is that she is not qualified to stand by the emperor's side!

Mochi's eyes woke up from being out of focus and lonely.

Looking at Yuan Youqi's worried face, she bit her lip indistinctly, and said softly, "My lord's condolences..."

Even though Yuan Youqi called herself "Zhen" a long time ago, she still called her "Young Master".

Mo Chi dared not reveal the secret between the two of them.At least for now, only if she chooses to stay confused for a while, will she not be out of control.

After Yuan Youqi finished talking about "dead wife", he became worried.She was afraid that Mochi would think of something, and she was afraid that Mochi would not be able to remember anything.

Waiting so entangled for Mochi's reaction is unimaginable, and all I get is "sorrow".

Yuan Youqi really didn't know how to continue with these words.

Could it be that she should say "Thank you Miss Mo for your kindness! I'm fine!"?

Then, in the next step, she really has to get out of this room quickly——

Thank you, thank you, I have a dead wife in my heart, and why are you pestering other girls!

Speaking of which, the maid of Prince Ning's Mansion is the person Yuan Youqi should be most grateful to.

Because, just when the two of them were in embarrassment, and they were only short of Mo Chi's order to evict the guest, the maid said outside the door: "Please prepare to take a bath, Miss Mo!"

The door of the room was opened, and the bathtub filled with bath soup was brought in and placed behind the large screen in the inner room.There are also two maids who enter with various things for bathing.

After putting it down, all the maids bowed to Yuan Youqi and Mochi, and retreated one by one.

They didn't have the chance to see that the emperor was staring at the back of their heads eagerly, eyes full of gratitude.

Later, Yuan Youqi really rewarded the servants of King Ning's Mansion, especially those maids, the rewards were so generous that even Yuan Chengxuan and Qi Xuan felt baffled, and even wondered whether the emperor had taken a fancy to any of them.

This is something.

Right now, Yuan Youqi's mind has been transferred behind the big screen.

Thinking that Mochi was about to take a bath, and she would take off all her clothes after taking a bath, Yuan Youqi's throat became tight and dry.

Ever since the bathtub was placed on the screen, Mochi felt uncomfortable all over.Especially, when she found that Yuan Youqi's eyes were always gliding behind the screen, she felt her face was burning, and the air around her instantly changed from embarrassment and stagnation to enthusiasm and turbulence.

Isn't it turbulent? It was so turbulent that the heat wave rolled straight into her face.

"I want to..."

The concubine wants to take a bath, so I ask the son to help himself.

What Mo Chi originally wanted to say was this.In the end, she only managed to utter three words, but Yuan Youqi blocked her back in a panic.

"I will serve you to take a bath!" Yuan Youqi's eyes were bright, and he looked at Mochi eagerly.

Mochi suffocated for a moment.

The emperor wants to serve her in the bath...serve her!

Mochi was going to be scared to death, she couldn't enjoy such kindness!

"You are injured, you are still weak, and you need someone to take care of you... We are all women, so what are we afraid of!"

Yuan Youqi said another sentence, killing Mochi's sentence "men and women are different" in his infancy.

Mochi suddenly felt that a scholar met a soldier, and he couldn't explain why.Why did she feel that the emperor did it on purpose!

Mo Chiyuan's eyes widened, and he really wanted to blurt out what was in his heart: Do you still remember that you had a dead wife?Do you remember that you grayed your hair for your dead wife?

The author has something to say: Xiao Gu is slowly regaining his aura.

I feel sorry for Xiaoyuan (goodbye