Dedicated to life

"If you have something to play, you will leave the court if you have nothing to do." The palace man's deliberately elongated and thin voice echoed in every corner of the court, and was clearly heard by every minister.

The ministers were all silent. Apart from the battle with Xiyue, there was nothing serious about it. The affairs of the country were going on in an orderly manner, and there was really nothing to do.

The palace servant glanced at the courtiers below, seeing that no one spoke, and was about to ask Mo Chengxiao if he would retreat, but saw a palace servant walking quickly from outside the palace.

"Report to the emperor, empress dowager, good news is coming from ahead." The palace man bowed respectfully and said.

Mo Chengxiao was about to agree to let people in, but there was a cold voice from the side who reacted faster than him.

"Xuan."

That voice didn't have any extra emotion mixed in it except for the quick response, it was so indifferent as if it was just calling an insignificant person to come in and say something that was not a big deal.

But in the end it was a mother-child connection, Ling Mojin's eyes did not have the slightest wave, but such a fast speed still made Mo Chengxiao aware of her urgency and worry.

Although it was a good news, what his queen mother cared about was not whether Nan Heng won more with less, or whether he regained a city in just a few days, what she was worried about was the woman who left her.

The woman who only had her eyes on her, waited for her to wake up regardless of hunger and exhaustion, but insisted on going to the border to fight against the enemy even though she was extremely reluctant to give up when she heard that the front was falling.

The queen mother has been paying attention to the battle ahead these days. Whenever she hears that a general is injured, she is always very nervous. Although her expression is calm, the worry in her eyes is real. When she is sure that the injured person is not that person, She was relieved.

Mo Chengxiao feels that that woman is the most beautiful woman other than the queen mother. Her beauty is not limited to appearance, but more beautiful in her heart. In this era where men are respected, even if she is a woman, she has no loss. Yu Naner.

A general in silver-white armor walked into the hall. On his armor was a totem of an eagle, which was the symbol of the Yu family army and represented the king on the battlefield. The Xiyue Kingdom, which was expelled from the border of Nanheng, was terrified.

"I pay homage to the emperor, the empress dowager." The general knelt down to salute, and then raised the letter in his hand, "Our army is about to regain all the lost ground, and we will return to the court in a few days."

This voice was sonorous and powerful, carrying confidence in the leader and desire for victory in this war, and entered the hearts of everyone in the court.

Ling Mojin got up and said in a loud voice: "Pass the decree, wait for the generals to return triumphantly, and hold a banquet in Chengqian Palace to wash away the dust. At that time, the palace will reward you for your merits."

"On behalf of all the generals, I would like to thank the Empress Dowager for her kindness, and the Empress Dowager will be a thousand years old." The general kowtowed to express his gratitude, and presented the letter in his hands to the palace servants who came down.

There was nothing else to do after the victory report was submitted, Mo Chengxiao signaled to retreat, he knew that his mother's heart could no longer be calm at this moment.

It's been three months, and the plundered city is about to be completely recovered, and the battle is about to end, so that woman will also come back.

Although today's Ling Mojin looks the same as usual, her reaction in the morning has shown that she is not at peace.

Although she is the queen mother who listens to the government behind the curtain, and the power is in her hands, but in order to let Mo Chengxiao experience, she almost never took the initiative to say anything in the early court, and she only gave it when Mo Chengxiao asked her if she was okay Give your opinion.

And today's quick call for the general has shown her urgency. She wants to know when this war will end, when the woman she has been thinking about will return, and if she is safe?

Ling Mojin still remembers the scene when she woke up that day...

There was no figure of Yu Qingge beside the bed, only Yingyue was guarding her.

Anxiety surged in her heart, but she seemed to have nothing, as if she felt that Yu Qingge was no longer by her side. Regardless of the pain in her abdominal wound, she got up to find Yu Qingge, but was caught by Yingyue. blocked.

"My Lady, the Western Army invaded the border in two ways. General Li Luo was separated/unable to do so. When My Lady was injured and unconscious yesterday, Her Highness the Princess had already rushed to the border overnight..." Yingyue presented the urgent report to Ling Mojin, and she After Yu Qingge left and opened it, I realized why Yu Qingge wanted to meet the enemy in person. It turned out that the situation ahead was so serious that it was urgent to resist the enemy.

After reading the above news, Ling Mojin calmed down all of a sudden, her face was normal, probably the more critical and lonely a person was, the calmer she would be.

It turned out that she had been in a coma for a day, and during this period, Yu Qingge left her to go to the smoky Shura battlefield. It wasn't that she didn't want to stay, but the situation did not allow her to stay.

This is the second time that Yu Qingge took state affairs on his shoulders. That autumn hunt was for the honor and disgrace of the country, and this time resisting the enemy was for the survival of the country.

But this time she was not facing Di Yunfan alone, but the thousands of troops of Xiyue. She had no internal strength, and the damage caused by her martial arts moves was far worse than before.

Even so, she still went without hesitation, she knew that if she woke up, she would not let her go, and she would not allow her to guard the rivers and mountains for herself with her newly recovered body.

"Yu Qingge..." Ling Mojin smiled and read Yu Qingge's name, but tears rolled down her pillow. This evildoer sometimes said evil things that made Ling Mojin want to gag her. But she was cruel enough to make people feel distressed, because the cruelty was directed at herself.

Ling Mojin's unstoppable laughter made the wound on her abdomen ache, but she never stopped, and the tears that fell didn't stop either. In those tears, there was love for Yu Qingge, longing, reluctance, and There is waiting.

"Your Majesty, she will come back safely..." Yingyue watched from the side very worried, had she ever seen Ling Mojin like this?But she didn't know how to comfort her, because Yu Qingge even felt that this woman was so distressing, she would give up her life for the affection in her heart, even go to the border as a woman to fight against the enemy for the survival of the country, How not to move people?

"Yingyue, help me up." Ling Mojin gradually regained her usual calmness, showing no emotion at all, only Yingyue at the side knew that she was trying to suppress and didn't want to show it.

"Mother, your injury..." Yingyue carefully helped her up, but reminded her of her injury.

"It's okay, help me over there." Ling Mojin signaled Yingyue to help her to the desk, and she saw that the pen and ink on the wolf hair had dried.

She seemed to be able to think of the scene of Yu Qingge writing the pen last night, hesitatingly writing down the order to send herself to the expedition, but she firmly sealed the jade seal, and every step of the final departure was full of reluctance, but in the end she still stepped out of the Yuhua Palace .

Ling Mojin recalled every picture of Yu Qingge and every expression when she was with her in Ling Mojin's mind, sometimes calm, sometimes charming, sometimes acting like a baby to herself like a young child.

She took the pen to trace the eyebrows, eyes and figure of the woman in her mind on the paper. Her painting skills are not inferior to those of the piano, and each stroke is like a craftsman with outstanding carving skills. portray.

When the woman's outline appeared on the paper, Ling Mojin always felt that something was missing. She put down the pen, looked at the woman in the painting, and flashed the past scenes in her mind.

On the way to Fengguo Temple, Yu Qingge's slightly ambiguous words must have had a good impression on her since the beginning of contact, otherwise, with his own temperament, how could he allow a person he just met to be so overstepped.

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, Yu Qingge's doting eyes made him feel for the first time that he was held in the palm of his hand to love and cherish, which he had never had before.

Her first kiss in the temple almost made her sink. People like herself who reject love/things don't feel disgusted, but flustered. She is afraid of such feelings, but after returning to the palace, she still refuses to get close to her husband.

The ensemble in Ling's mansion made Ling Mojin know for the first time what it was like to have a bosom friend. There was a person who knew that she was restless and wanted to be free, and this person happened to be the one who disturbed her.

He refused his younger brother in the name of Yu Qingge, and didn't want him to miss Yu Qingge. Although Yu Qingge did have a place in his heart, and this "belonging" was still his own, but that time he had an exclusive relationship with Yu Qingge. Psychologically, even if she hadn't completely accepted her at that time, she didn't want her to be missed by others.

Afterwards, the person who returned to the palace participated in the autumn hunting without authorization. Her unhealed back made her worry emotions accumulate to the highest point for several hours. hot palm.

Later, the unruly attempt of the second prince of Xiyue made Yu Qingge no longer care about the shackles in her heart, no longer waiting for herself to get out of the shackles, and pressed her step by step. The irrationality of that night finally made herself fall into it, and was caught by her love. It was entangled in every thread, and could no longer break free.

After Mo Haoxuan broke the relationship between the two of them, he ruthlessly killed the king in order to save her, and she even did not hesitate to commit suicide in order to avoid her body being defiled. In those days, apart from self-blame, I felt distressed, and the love for her in my heart was overwhelming. Can no longer bear it.

The rescue yesterday made me understand even more that even if I get hurt or lose my life, I don't want to lose Yu Qingge again.

With a thought in mind, Ling Mojin took up the pen again, and wrote down a few lines in a thoughtful way.

The years are not like the hairpin on the head, the wind blows and the shadows of flowers linger together.

Once I was lucky enough to be happy in the temple, I didn't think about the king leaning against the lanai.

The night comes and the moon chases the streamer, the east wind is gloomy and hard to think about.

I only play the long piano with the stars, but I hear who is accompanying Xiao Yin.

Spring is full of willows on the red walls of the city, and it is not as good as the sorrow between the eyebrows of the pregnant people.

If you know that Qingge is sleeping and painting, I hope that I will be with you forever in my dream.

When the deep eyes opened Qingqiu, Xiaoxiang burst into tears and forgot her love and hatred.

Xiaojing wears a red dress and dresses up with dowry, and presents all the floating life to Qing.

Looking at the words she just wrote, Ling Mojin thought of her former self.

When she first married Mo Haoxuan, she only felt that it was her responsibility to bear children for him and manage the harem for him.

But now, she wants to be Yu Qingge's wife. This makes Ling Mojin feel that the word "wife" is so beautiful for the first time. because of love.

Because she loves her, Ling Mojin wants to be her wife even if Yu Qingge is the same woman as herself.

Ling Mojin's fingertips gently caressed the face of the woman in the painting, with endless thoughts surging in her heart, Yu Qingge, I haven't told you these words, I haven't completely handed over myself to you, you have to remember, Be sure to return safely, I am waiting for you.