Mo Yunyi's expression could not see any abnormality, and his behavior was as usual. Even though his eyes fell on Xiang Zhuyuan, there was no trace of emotion, as if the person who had not slept all night last night was not him.

He is also here to finish the finale, and he will leave it to the Ministry of Works to take over in the future. His grandmother will leave in the afternoon.

Xiang Zhuyuan was also calm and greeted him as usual: "Zhewen." Besides, he didn't know at all, but he just judged some points from Xiaoqi's expression. In the eyes of outsiders, he shouldn't even have a judgment, so he was kept in the dark: "It finally clears up, let's go together." They spent all their efforts here for half a month.

Mo Yunyi looked at the people around him who were still busy but smiling. After fighting day and night, who is worth mentioning his sadness today?

Mo Yunyi seemed to have no refusal to keep up.

When Xiang Zhuyuan turned around, he looked at the jade pendant on Mo Yunyi's waist. The leaf veins were gone. Is it worse than the hardest thing I thought when I put it down.

Xiang Zhuyuan was in a good mood. He remembered that Xiao Qi was very hurrying when he made the leaf vein. He had only time to incense, and had no drying or uranium injection. If he was placed casually in the place of yin tide, it would rot in less than a month. Just like their encounter, there was no need to be any trace.

Mo Yunyi looked at the road ahead

Xiang Zhuyuan stood side by side with him.

The two people who were unaware of it instantly suppressed the scenery of the river and became the only sight.

Mo Yunyi wanted to ask him: Have you paid attention to the actions in the backyard? She is a little regretful.

Xiang Zhuyuan wanted to say: What you said last time will come out of your mouth and my ears, and no one will mention it again.

After the two left for a long time, Xiang Zhuyuan naturally spoke: "Whose name are you going to report?" Later, the emperor made a contribution, but in their opinion, it was just a form of fighting for his subordinates.

Mo Yunyi casually talked about the names of a few people, but his expression was still calm. It was just that he gave people a chance to play with it, so why should he be mournful? It was because of his pretentiousness that made people take advantage of the loopholes.

Xiang Zhuyuan turned his head and looked over: "What's wrong with his hand?"

Mo Yunyi glanced indifferently: "Shake a moment."

Xiang Zhuyuan looked away: "You asked for marriage last time..."

"Xuan Jian would have forgotten it. I was confused. How could I make the decision on this kind of thing by myself?"

Xiang Zhuyuan nodded, as if his brother was finally thinking about it: "It's really not suitable."

What’s the right thing! Your marriage with the Liu family is the right thing!

...

Cars and horses gathered outside the Mo family's village, and the long-time worker was carrying boxes of items onto the car. Mo Yunyi led the horse and listened to the manager to report on the progress of the carriage and horse.

Many girls behind were helped onto the carriage, and from time to time, someone looked in Mo Yunyi's direction.

Mo Yunyi's heart is as calm as water, without any fluctuations. If you insist on saying that there is anything different from before, you will be annoyed and lose your patience in the past.

Mrs. Mo comes out.

Mo Yunyi greeted him.

Mrs. Mo was quickly carried into the car, and she was so angry that she fell down. The situation was worse than expected.

Mo Yunyi put down the curtain of the car. A national female family member, if anyone who caused her to do so, would have to be held accountable and sent to the prison because it was her...

Mo Yunyi quickly adjusted his emotions and turned around and rode his horse.

Mrs. Mo lifted the curtain and looked at her grandson who was hitting the horse. She could no longer see any sadness. But her heart was even more uncomfortable. Why did she come to Zhuangzi to escape the summer heat?

"Grandmother..." Mo Qingqing spoke worriedly.

"It's okay." Mrs. Mo put down the curtain of the car. It's time to prepare for his marriage...

...

The cold Xiang family in the village.

A well-dressed lady, with a meticulous bun, knelt respectfully beside Miss Jiu, adding a cup of fruit to Miss Jiu: "Mrs. Mo has returned to the Duke's Mansion. I heard that I hired a doctor yesterday, and I don't know what happened."

Xiang Xinmin stared at the dancing sister in front of her. Because her mother's condition was repeated and she kept serving her sick, her face lost its rosy as before, and she lost weight.

She nodded faintly, if the mother had not been confined, she should have sent her off. Now there are only a few children in the other village, so it is probably not necessary.

Xiang Xinmin stared at her sister dancing in the morning light in a daze. In her upset state of mind, she was obsessed with watching it: "My sister's dance is getting better and better..."

When Aunt Qin heard this, she put down the needle and thread in her hand and smiled: "Miss Jiu said that Miss Qi has no hobbies, so she likes this, so she is more attentive than others."

Xiang Xinmin looked at her dancing sister, so beautiful and so focused, as if there was only her dance in her world, and nothing else.

Xiang Xinmin looked at it and seemed to understand her coldness and indifferentness.

In this huge house that protects their growth, what can they change, let alone the sister who has been in the vortex since childhood, has she experienced such helplessness long ago?

Xiang Xinmin looked up at the distance. The distance was so big, the outside world was so wonderful and changeable, as if there were endless possibilities waiting for them. It seemed that with this surname, they could get everything. Countless people envy and yearn for it, but what really was there in their hands?

After Xiang Xinci finished a song, he stopped and thought the song could be corrected.

She walked to Jiao Ying to discuss the shortcomings of the song just now with her, and of course she also saw Xiang Xinmin sitting in the corridor. Xiang Xinmin is much more capable than her mother and will manage her future well.

As for the string of lost beads, just make one again.

…

The city gates were opened, and the crowds coming and going gathered from all directions in the capital again, and people seemed to have returned to their original lives overnight.

The Mo family's carriages arrived in the evening.

The Mo family's mistress welcomed the old lady in. Now all rooms are gathered in the old lady's yard to listen to the final result of the imperial physician.

In the living yard.

Yang Mengjiao sat in the carriage for an hour, laying in a rattan chair tiredly. Looking at Tao Zimei who had to be busy with the servants, she raised a helpless smile: "Are you so happy to return to the Mo Mansion?"

Tao Zimei looked at the beauty leaning on the rattan chair and smiling slightly, and she felt happy. Prince Mo was not dead, and Sister Yang was still there. Of course, it was good: "Yes, I'm happy to see my sister."

"Let's mouth." Yang Mengjiao looked at the orange sky with a gentle expression on her face. Is she happy because of the smooth progress? I wonder how Mrs. Mo is doing?

Yang Mengjiao was thinking.

Shuhe personally brought people to announce the good news: "Miss Yang, Mrs. Yang is here, the old lady invites you to come."

Yang Mengjiao's eyes lit up, and she stood up with the help of her maid, showing a little bit of a girlish silly, and immediately stopped embarrassedly: "Auntie, I'll go there right away."

Tao Zimei looked at Sister Yang's hurry to dress up and did not hide her gentle back, and her eyebrows and eyes were also filled with smiles. The mistress of the Yang family arrived, and the marriage between her sister and Prince Mo was about to be put on the agenda again.

Although it was a little later than in the previous life, Sister Yang would definitely be happier.

...

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. For Mo Yunyi, who is about to be released and has just made contributions to return to Beijing, there are far more things to be busy than expected. If he doesn't want to stop, he can take up a lot of twelve consecutive hours.

The dignified and gentle Mrs. Mo felt sorry for her son and was honored. She couldn't help but tell her mother-in-law as a joke: "He, when he went out, he seemed to have grown up. In the past, I asked him to go out for social events like eating him."

Mrs. Mo heard this for a long time before she said, "Let him."

No, who can restrain him: "Mom, I want to settle the marriage before he releases it."

"You ask him first."

When Mrs. Mo heard this, she couldn't help but look at the old lady. What's the point of asking about this? It was a good thing. If Miss Yang hadn't been feeling unwell last time, the marriage would have been decided long ago, but she still smiled and said, "Okay."

...

All beings are like a person who comes and goes to outsiders, and the wonderful hands on the door signs are often attracted by the eye.

Rong Du turned the fan in his hand, stretched his body, and was in a good mood. His green eyes were lazily looking out from the window, and the people in Beijing liked to play with the rest of the things in Wenchang.

On the side, Mo Yunyi brewed tea in the flowing water, and the fragrance of tea rose up. The young man was wearing a lake blue high-waisted gown, embellished with gold threads on his sleeves and wrists, and his hair was fixed with a jade hairpin. His slender fingers blew the dark brown tea tips. He looked serious and his temperament was calm, and he was noble and prosperous: "Why haven't seen you recently, and he went out of Beijing?"

Mo Yunyi put a cup of tea in front of his friends, as if the past had completely passed with the disappearance of some people.
Chapter completed!