My Little Mom is the Richest

I had no choice but to enter the palace that day. The palace was dangerous. I took every step carefully and carefully. I just wanted to be able to stay in peace until I was released at the age of sixty and live a truly ordinary and comfortable life. I wanted to find someone who was not A very outstanding man who loves me very much, give birth to one or two children, and live the rest of his life in a down-to-earth manner. Now that something like this has happened, I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse? "

"It's a blessing! It's a blessing of course. Mu Qiu is the Seven Kingdoms of our Haoyu Region... No, Xueyun has been destroyed. He should be the 'first son' of the Six Kingdoms of the One Region. Which woman wouldn't want to marry such a man? Mr. Lang?" Ningran answered brightly, as if it was a matter of course.

"You! You're still a little! Child!" Mingyue Jun gently tapped Ningran's forehead with his hand again, and Mingyue Jun smiled helplessly.

"Yes! Yes! The little boy is inviting our eldest daughter to have a meal now. We have been ordering her to go down for a while. It's cold today, so don't let her cool down again!" Ningran said with a superficial look on his face, and asked Mingyue Jun. , the two of them walked towards the outhouse talking and laughing.

On a moonless night, the woman wakes up from her dream in panic, lying in a pool of blood, waiting for the blood in her body to drain away; the pain in the heart of the woman who fell off the cliff and lost her hand; rising in the wind, watching the despair of her soul disappearing with the wind, Scenes from the dream reappeared in his mind. Mingyue Jun hugged the quilt tightly and huddled up in the corner, pressing his back against the cold wall, trying to find some peace of mind. However, the pain, helplessness and despair in my heart still came like a tide, which was unbearable, so I had to cover my face and cry.

In the darkness, a figure sat up gracefully, lit the candlestick on the table with a snap of her fingers, gently held Mingyue Jun in her arms, and slowly ran her long fingers through her black hair, saying "It's okay... I'm here..." …Don’t be afraid of anything…Don’t be afraid…It’s just a dream.”

yes! It's just a dream, don't be afraid... don't be afraid. Feeling the other person's warm and strong body, inhaling the familiar crisp fragrance at the tip of your nose, listening to the man's spring-like voice flowing into your heart, the ding-dong-ding-dong aroused the waves in your heart, and gradually calmed down with the sound, and Mingyue Jun's heart also Then it gradually calmed down.

"Mu Qiu!...Slave..." After calming down, he realized that at some point, a man came into his room, and this man was none other than Mu Qiu, Feng Xueyang, who had just become her husband. Frightened, she instinctively wanted to stand up and salute him, only to find that she was being held tightly in the man's arms.

"Haha... don't move!" A nice low laugh struck the bottom of my heart, "Ming Yuejun! Are you... afraid of me?"

Lord Mingyue nodded instinctively, but felt it was inappropriate, so he hurriedly shook his head.

"Are you like this? Are you afraid? Or are you not afraid?"

Hearing Mu Qiu's tone of voice was relaxed, as if he was just joking, Mingyue Jun also relaxed a little, but he didn't know how to answer. Are you afraid? It will definitely make him angry. Are you saying you're not afraid? But it seems disrespectful and in a dilemma...

Seemingly seeing Lord Mingyue's dilemma, Feng Xueyang stopped teasing her and just frowned and asked, "What are you dreaming about? Why are you always so scared?" I remember that on the way to Chaoyue as an envoy, she also I've been woken up like this many times.

"It's...it's nothing? I just keep dreaming about a woman dying...but I can't see the face clearly. Maybe there are three women, but I always feel that they should be one person...it's very confusing anyway... One moment the wrist is cut off and falls off the cliff, the other moment the wrist is cut and the blood bleeds out, and the next moment the soul disappears with the wind..." ,,.