Dedicated to life

Yu Qingge stood with her back to the courtyard gate with her hands behind her back, the cold moonlight shining on her body coated her with a layer of silver brilliance.

Hearing the sound behind her, Yu Qingge turned around: "Finally, you..." She just wanted to say that Ling Mojin's speed of changing clothes was too slow, but before she could say anything, she was amazed by the scene in front of her.

At this moment, she really feels that any side of Ling Mojin is a scenery that she can't get tired of. The Ling Mojin in front of her is no longer that dignified queen. , with soft and shiny black hair tied up with a jade crown, and a silver-patterned belt on a white background tightly wrapping around his waist, he looks like a plump and handsome young man.

"Cough..." Ling Mojin coughed lightly, interrupting Yu Qingge's eyes looking directly at her, those eyes almost swallowed her alive, Ming Ming Yu Qingge himself is an alluring evildoer, but he always stares at her Can't stop watching.

With a faint smile on the corner of Yu Qingge's mouth, she paced around Ling Mojin a few times, "Let's go." She really couldn't wait to go shopping with Ling Mojin like ordinary people. She never dared to think about it before.

"Your Majesty..." Yingyue was really worried. In her opinion, her queen's empress was as beautiful as Princess Yu Ning. Even if she was wearing men's clothing, if someone recognized her as her daughter, she might cause trouble.

Ling Mojin turned her head and gave Yingyue a soothing look: "It's okay, as long as you're in the temple, don't let the abbot know that I'm out."

Yingyue nodded in agreement: "Yes, empress." After thinking about it, Princess Yu Ning is good at martial arts, so it would be nice if she could protect her empress well, which made her feel at ease.

After leaving the monastery, there was a horse tied to the tree trunk beside it, which Yu Qingge quietly prepared a few hours ago, and she only prepared one horse on purpose, Yu Qingge got on the horse first, stretched out her hand Ling Mojin wanted to pull her onto the horse.

"Only one horse?" Ling Mojin had never ridden a horse before, and she felt that something was wrong when she rode with Yu Qingge for the first time.

Yu Qingge blinked her eyes twice, and said against her will: "There are few people nearby, and I found this horse very rarely. Come up quickly." Even Yu Qingge felt that he was lying and didn't blush. It was so that Ling Mojin could lean in her arms.

There seems to be nothing wrong with these words, Ling Mojin put her hand in Yu Qingge's palm, and turned on the horse with her strength, "Drive!" Yu Qingge clamped the horse's belly with her legs, and put her hands through Ling Mojin's waist , with one arm around her waist and the other tightening the rein, the horse ran obediently.

The two immediately had their own thoughts, and Yu Qingge felt extremely satisfied because of the warm body in her arms. She had hugged this woman countless times in her dreams, and now she finally got her wish, although the man in her arms still didn't know his love for her. Thoughts, that's enough to make Yu Qingge's excitement like water poured into a wooden barrel, overflowing with satisfaction.

The distance gradually shortened amidst Ling Mojin's beating heartbeat, Yu Qingge had already seen the bustling crowd in the city gate not far away, "Huh." The horse slowed down.

Yu Qingge jumped off the horse, and carried Ling Mojin down on her own initiative, "Let's go, tie the horse here."

Ling Mojin had already completely handed over her actions to Yu Qingge's control, so she didn't speak much at first, but now she was restless and didn't know what to do.

Fengguo Temple is the largest temple in Nanheng Kingdom, and the nearby towns are not that small. At least Ling Mojin, who just entered the city gate, was attracted. She was sitting on a dragon and phoenix chariot, and the surrounding people knelt and bowed tremblingly. She had never seen such a lively scene. There were taverns and teahouses everywhere on the street, and countless vendors were selling their goods.

Yu Qingge followed Ling Mojin closely, fearing that she would get lost, while smiling at her smiling face, Ling Mojin, who was used to delicacies in the palace, found everything strange.

"This hairpin is so beautiful!" Ling Mojin wandered to the side of a small shop at some point. The headdress she usually wears is obviously a priceless treasure, but she still loves the ordinary hairpin from the peddler beside her.

"My lord, buy one, a real white jade hairpin!" The peddler saw two gorgeously dressed young men approaching. But it doesn't point out that she must have disguised herself as a man when she went out with such a stunning face.

Smiling and shaking her head, Ling Mojin took the initiative to hold Yu Qingge's hand and continued walking forward, pointing to a noodle seller's shop in front of her and asked Yu Qingge: "What is this?"

Yu Qingge replied softly: "This is a doughnut, let the old man pinch one for you."

The old man who was kneading the dough smiled kindly, "Young master, wait a moment, it will be ready in a while." The dough was finished in a short while, and the little Ling Mojin on the wooden stick was much cuter than a real person, with a round face , the corners of her mouth slightly raised, which made Ling Mojin unable to put it down.

Yu Qingge gave the silver ingot to the old man and thanked her. Seeing that she loved her, she couldn't help but also smiled. The slightly upturned eyebrows and eyes couldn't see the slightest coquettishness at the moment, but it was more moving than the soul-stirring attitude. Passing by People started to stop and talk about them.

"No, let's go." Sensing that something was wrong around her, Yu Qingge quickly pulled Ling Mojin out of the crowd and walked towards the food store in front.

"Okay, it's okay." Yu Qingge looked around, but the attracted people did not follow.

Ling Mojin who was beside her suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, which turned out to be coming from the small shop beside her. She saw Xiaoer take out a few fat and white dumplings from the pot and put them into a bowl, and put them in a bowl again. A large spoonful of water was poured from another pot, and the sweet aroma came from there.

Yu Qingge looked at her with a smile in her eyes, "Mr. Ling, do you want to eat?"

Ling Mojin turned her head and nodded with anticipation in her eyes.

Yu Qingge pulled her over and said, "Xiaoer, here are two bowls of Fuyuanzi."

Xiao Er responded with a kind smile: "Okay, come right away."

Ling Mojin was still holding the mask in her hand, and there was still a smile that hadn't cooled down on her slightly flushed face.

Yu Qingge's eyes were full of doting, she held Ling Mojin's hand and said, "Actually, you look pretty when you smile, why don't you smile more."

Ling Mojin was taken aback when she heard the words. Today she seemed to be the day she laughed the most and was the happiest since she was a child. This kind of mood never happened when the piano master praised her for her outstanding piano skills when she was a child. However, all the smiles in her memory are real except when facing her son, and the rest are just appearances. She has never been as happy as she is today, and this happiness is brought to her by Yu Qingge by her side of.

She looked up at Yu Qingge, and this time she saw something in Yu Qingge's eyes again, but she didn't know what it was.

"Come on, I can't eat so much, here are some for you to eat." A soft voice came from the side, it was two women, and one of the women scooped the balls from the bowl into the bowl of the woman next to her.

Ling Mojin could see clearly, they clasped their hands together under the table, and the eyes of the woman who spoke seemed very familiar.

Ling Mojin looked at Yu Qingge, she seemed to understand something.

"Ling Mojin, do you understand?" Sensing Ling Mojin's absence, Yu Qingge also saw the two women beside her. She was not ready to let Ling Mojin know her feelings for her. But since she noticed it, there was no need for her to hide it any longer.

"Yu Qingge, you..." Ling Mojin called Yu Qingge's full name for the first time, but she couldn't say those words, and she didn't know how to say them.

Yu Qingge knew that there was something to say, "Xiaoer, put the money here."

She pulled Ling Mojin and hurried out of the city, followed by Xiaoer's shout: "Hey, son! Your Fuyuanzi!"

"Let go." Walking to a deep and deserted alley in front of the city gate, Ling Mojin really didn't want her to hold her hand again.

Yu Qingge turned around, but her hand was even more forceful: "If you don't let it go, you will never let it go in this life."

Ling Mojin took a deep breath: "Okay, let's talk about it when we go back."

After going out of the city gate to the place where the horse was tied, Yu Qingge finally let go of her hand and got on the horse. She took a deep look at Ling Mojin and stretched out her hand.

Fortunately, Ling Mojin didn't refuse, but on the way back, Ling Mojin controlled her body not to get close to Yu Qingge, the journey was bumpy, and when she returned to Fengguo Temple, her waist was really sore.