[Three Lives III] Mo Yuan's Peach Blossom Wife

"Concubine Yan Gui is here!"

For some reason, Mo Yuan stopped in his tracks, and turned around in a strange way.

Turning around, he choked for breath and his heart stopped beating.

The lady escorted by the court ladies and eunuchs was unparalleled in beauty, with a head like a moth and a collar like a grub. She was graceful and luxurious, and her hair like a cloud was pinned to a golden step. She walked over step by step.

Maybe his eyes were too hot, Zui Yan met his eyes and stopped abruptly, her smiling eyes suddenly turned into frost.

With a wave of Mo Yuan's hand, everything in the world came to a sudden stop under his powerful immortal technique. The court ladies and eunuchs kept their original movements motionless, even the fallen leaves in the air, the fish in the pond, and the water on the leaves were forced to stop in mid-air .

The world was still, and there were only two active people left. Mo Yuan's stagnant heart gradually began to rekindle. He cautiously leaned towards her step by step.

His drunken and cold eyes met his bottomless black eyes, and when he approached, he pulled out the golden hairpin and pointed at him vigilantly.

"Stay away from me." Her voice was as cold as snow.

Mo Yuan acted as if he had never heard of it, as if he could not see the sharp weapon in her hand, he still approached step by step, the golden hairpin tore through his clothes and pierced into his chest bit by bit.

The sound of the golden hairpin piercing into the flesh still failed to erase the chill in Zui Yan's eyes, she let go of her hand, and looked at the golden hairpin stuck in his chest with a sneer.

"If God likes my golden hairpin, I will give it to you."

"If I say I like you, can you give me a gift?"

Mo Yuan's words couldn't help trembling, he nervously looked at the face that was so familiar and engraved in his heart so close, it was the person Mo Yuan missed so much that he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

Zui Yan was taken aback for a moment, perhaps the sun was too strong, which gave her an illusion that she actually saw his eyes were as deep as the ocean, and the surging yearning tenderness was about to swallow the light of the world.

"Master Mo Yuan is so forgetful, didn't you hear them call me imperial concubine just now?" Zui Yan said cruel words softly.

Mo Yuan's face turned pale, he suddenly grabbed her arm and hugged her into his arms, his drunken face was startled, the golden hairpin that was originally inserted in his chest was deeply buried into his flesh and blood after her bump.

He hugged her very tightly, and the pattern on the golden hairpin made her chest hurt. She panicked and pushed his hard chest away desperately.

"Mo Yuan! Let me go!"

Mo Yuan is not willing to let it go, only by hugging her warm body can he be sure that this is real and not a dream from the past.

He buried his head next to his ear, his warm breath dyed her white and tender ears red, and his lips kissed the skin next to her ear lightly, his drunken face trembling with anger.

His eyes were reddish, warm tears fell on her shoulders and wet her clothes, his low voice was hoarse, and he said firmly word by word:

"You are my wife."

When Zui Yan heard it, she felt very ironic. Zui Yan in his arms no longer struggled, and she replied to him calmly.

"You're still you, I'm still me, it's our lack of predestined relationship. Have you forgotten, you told me this yourself. Since there is no predestined relationship, why is there such a ridiculous status as husband and wife today?"

Mo Yuan's heart tightened, and Zui Yan broke free from his arms as soon as he let go.

Zui Yan looked at his remorseful eyes, but she didn't even have any sense of joy in her successful revenge. She continued:

"Mo Yuan, it was you who taught me to recognize the impossibility between us. Now why do you stand in front of me confidently and say that I am your wife, and we have never started. This is what you said."

Zui Yan's words slammed into Mo Yuan's heart, and Mo Yuan, who was covered in bruises, tasted the bitterness of reaping the fruit of himself.

It's not just things that are static by this fairy method, but also their mutual wounds.

Zui Yan took a deep breath, calmed down the excitement in her chest, swung her sleeves and turned to leave. Originally, she wanted to teach Feng Jiu how to chase the emperor, but now she just wanted to escape from here.

Seeing her leave, Mo Yuan chased after her in a hurry, following behind her step by step, he unraveled the static magic.

The maids and eunuchs all returned to normal, the fallen leaves continued to fall, the fish in the pond continued to swim, and everything recovered, only the human heart was tossed with several pains.

Mo Yuan followed Zuiyan all the way until she returned to Qingyan Hall, she closed the door, and he stood silently in the garden outside the door, his eyes fixed on the closed door.

The drunken face in the hall gently touched his blood-stained clothes, his eyes were half closed, and he didn't know what to think.

"Mother, are you unhappy?"

Maruko, who was originally on the couch, trotted to Zui Yan's feet, tugging at her dress.

Drunk Yan suppressed the emotions in her eyes, knelt down and rubbed her precious son's face with a smile on her face, and wondered if it was because when she was pregnant with Wanzi, she thought about Mo Yuan day and night, making Wanzi's face and Mo Yuan Yuan is seven points alike.

But this is not in line with blood relationship, Zui Yan is also very puzzled by this.

"Wanzi, my mother is solving the people and things that make me unhappy. Your mother is smart, and nothing can make me difficult, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Of course my mother is Bingxue smart, otherwise how could she give birth to me who is extremely smart."

Wanzi still praised himself narcissistically, but he, a ghost, had already made a plan in his heart.

Wanzi took advantage of the stillness of the night, drunk face and light sleep, quietly got up and went to the window, opened a small crack, and stared at Mo Yuan who was standing still outside the door with round eyes.

"It turns out that this guy has made my mother sad for many years, and I want to vent my anger on my mother's behalf."

Wanzi's face is full of anger. Since he was born, he and his mother have traveled all over the country and roamed the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, so he is not an idiot. If there is an aura that seems to be absent in this man and his own aura So similar, Wanzi concluded that this man was his father.

Wanzi doesn't care about his father or not, whoever told him to abandon his wife and son, made his mother drink alcohol every Qixi Festival, and he hated him to death.

Wanzi, who inherited the fine lineage of the ancient God of War, put his two fingers together and pointed to the sky to cast spells. In this cool summer night, a cold wind blew up and heavy snow fell.

Mo Yuan, who was standing outside the door, was still staring at the door, not paying any attention to the cold wind and snow.

Wanzi snorted and punished him for being cold all night. He pouted and went to cover his mother with a quilt. The weather suddenly turned cold, so he wrapped himself up in a ball and fell into a deep sleep in Drunk Yan's arms.

The cold wind was howling, Zui Yan, who was sleeping restlessly, hugged her precious son tightly, thinking it was a dream.

Who would have thought of snow in summer.

After waking up the next morning, the drunken face was dumbfounded, and she guessed who could do this kind of thing.

Zui Yan narrowed her eyes and stared at the child wrapped in a quilt beside her, and asked:

"Wanzi, did you cast spells indiscriminately again?"

Zuiyan knew that her son was born with immortal skills, she was shocked at first, but after thinking about the birth after 12 years of pregnancy, she felt that her precious son should be God's favorite, and it is normal for her to be able to use immortal skills.

But Zui Yan forbids him to use it indiscriminately, after all, he is still young, and the immortal power in his body has not yet been mastered, so as not to cause some disasters.

Wanzi rubbed his watery eyes, faced with the question of drunk face, dazedly, it took a while to realize.

"It's still snowing? I'm obviously planning to go to the next night."

Maruko got up from the couch, wrapped in the quilt and opened a small gap in front of the window. The flowers and trees outside the courtyard were withered and withered, covered with snow and windy.

"Mother, Wanzi is really just planning to snow for one night. I don't know why the fairy magic doesn't stop now. Wanzi didn't do it on purpose." Wanzi bit her lip and admitted her mistake pitifully.

Zui Yan sighed, this is not the first time this happened, the fairy power in this child's body is too strong, he can't control it freely at all.

"Mother said that unless you are in a critical situation, you must never use immortal methods. If you do something wrong, you will be punished." Zui Yan taught with a straight face.

"Yes, Wanzi is going to copy the scriptures [-] times and not eat snacks for three months."

Wanzi knew she had done something wrong, so she had to go to the desk in the corner of the room to copy the scriptures pitifully.

The biting wind blew in through the gap of the red window that was not closed tightly, Zui Yan shivered from the cold, and walked over to close the window tightly.

When the vermilion window was half-closed, Zui Yan looked at the courtyard. The courtyard, which was originally full of vitality, was now decorated with pink makeup and jade, and it was dressed in white and plain.

Under the snowflakes all over the sky, only the navy blue robe is the most conspicuous. He has a tall and straight figure, his black hair and broad shoulders are covered with snow, and even Junlang's face is covered with thin layers of snow flakes.

The golden hairpin on his chest has been pulled out by him, and he holds it tightly in his hand, as for the wound, it has already frozen in the cold wind and snow.

If Mo Yuan felt something, his bright eyes shifted to the side, and the four eyes met for a moment, Zui Yan still closed the red window tightly with a cold face.

Her hands were already cold and drunk, she lowered her eyes and hid in the quilt to warm herself in a daze. She had been in a daze for a whole day, and only got up and ate something under the soft and hard measures of the ball, and then continued to roll back into the quilt go.

This violent snowstorm lasted for five days and five nights, and Wanzi became more and more guilty and couldn't sleep. Every night, Zuiyan tried her best to coax him to fall asleep.

And Zui Yan couldn't fall asleep even more, the wind and snow were not scary, what was scary was the people outside the door, every night she watched the fire in the charcoal stove flickering, the indifference in her heart was also vague and uncertain.

Today is the sixth day, and Drunk Yan, who is in a state of confusion, is painting, and she is drawing a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty with a fine brush in her cold hands. She wants to meditate and forget about the wind and snow outside.

"Mother, that man has been standing for five days and five nights."

Wanzi took a few glances at Mo Yuan, who was about to become a snowman, from the window, and ran to Zuiyan with a worried face.

"Mother, if something happens to him, Wanzi will commit a serious crime."

Wanzi just wanted to teach him a lesson, but never thought of killing him. He was very worried that something would happen if people outside continued to stand.

Zui Yan let out a heavy breath, put down her pen, and patted Wan Zi's embarrassing bitter face.

"Let's see if you dare to cast spells at will in the future. Fortunately, this wind and snow is only blowing in our Qingyan Palace. Otherwise, your little stone emperor will come to settle accounts with you."

"Wanzi will not dare anymore, so what about the one outside the door?"

"Since he is willing to stand, there is no one to blame, let him be buried by the wind and snow."

Drunk Yan shrugged, with a look of indifference on his face, he said that he couldn't even resist the wind and snow, it was just nonsense.

"Mother, is this really okay? I'm afraid that there will be a thunderbolt, and I will become a burnt ball by then."

Although Wanzi doesn't like him, he is his father after all, and he is afraid of being struck by lightning.

Zui Yan didn't know that he was worried, so she still joked: "The meatballs are charred on the outside and tender on the inside, not bad."

When Wanzi thought of being split like that, she hid in Zuiyan's arms in fear and begged for comfort.

Zui Yan embraced Wanzi, thinking that it would be impossible to continue such a blizzard, such a spectacle might have brought a lot of trouble to the emperor, and what was even more strange was why the emperor didn't come over to ask what happened?

"Wanzi, stay here obediently, mother will go find Xiaoshitou."

Zui Yan opened the door wearing a bright red cloak, without looking at Mo Yuan who was about to be buried in the snow in front of her, she turned and walked to the other side.

Mo Yuan, who was about to turn into a block of ice, followed her all the time, struggling to follow behind Zui Yan in the snowdrift.

Under the wind and snow, she walked extremely slowly, leaving deep footprints in the snow, and Mo Yuan, who followed her silently, stepped past her footprints.

In her courtyard made of pink makeup and jade, the lake water froze, and the flowers and trees withered. Fortunately, the plum blossoms bloomed proudly in the wind and frost. Zui Yan stopped and reached out to touch the delicate red.

"There is no frost and snow outside your palace, and I have also set up a barrier, so they can't see the heavy snowfall." Mo Yuan looked at her slender back with distress.

Back then, when the Eastern Emperor's bell fell, her frail body died for him.

"So that's it. You are the master of Kunlun Ruins, Mo Yuan. How can you not stop this snowstorm? Why, want to come up with a five-day and five-night bitter plan to win sympathy? I forgot that I don't have such a thing."

Zui Yan forcibly tore off the plum blossoms. No matter how proud the plum blossoms were, they couldn't resist human efforts. How could she fight with immortals?

She turned around with a cold face and left, only took a step before she was hugged by Mo Yuan, who could hold her in his arms with one hand, staring at him angrily with a drunken face.

The pale-faced Mo Yuan smiled slightly, and with the other hand, he inserted the golden hairpin she had inserted into his chest back into her bun, and gently stroked her slightly messy black hair.

"The golden hairpin still looks good on your hair."

His sudden tenderness made Zui Yan very uncomfortable, when she broke free from his stiff embrace, all she could touch was the cold and frosty robe.

He didn't use immortal methods to protect his body?

"You..." As soon as she opened her lips, someone interrupted her from afar.

"Master, Master!"

Zui Yan turned her head, and in the wind and snow, a woman dressed as a Taoist nun ran towards her, followed by a man in a black robe.

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