My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4362 VALENTINE, JANICE A

"When I came in, I heard that Qiao Qiao had a conflict with the Tatar people. They are now."

"Mother, it's a long story, let's talk as we walk."

Qinghongse stood outside the crowd, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Qingxuexue and his mother, leaving for a while.

He Yan and others followed the queen, leaving her alone and standing there for a while, and then she got upset and slowly followed.

It turned out that the mother really didn't want to see herself. Isn't this something that has been known for a long time?

Why do I still feel a little sad?

"Mother, do we really want to live in Wangchuan?" Qingxue Xue supported the Queen's left hand and looked at her with her head tilted.

If you leave it under the fence for a long time, it will not feel good.

Qingye smiled and looked at her, "Isn't the trip to Sanzhou to establish the Tianyun Battle Group?"

"Mother wants to join?"

"Li Shadao should be a good choice." Qing Ye patted the back of his daughter's hand gently. "One step is one step, let's take a look first."

...

Qiaomu stretched out his hand and opened a long window, looking up at the silver moonlight falling down into the air.

A touch of silver frost covered the pane.

Shallow moon moonlight in the courtyard.

A sweltering wind blew across her face, shaking her hair.

Merlin walked slowly to her, looking down at a small mahogany box on the table.

Not long ago, there were not many mothers' relics sent by the Tatar people.

For so many years, my mother has only had such a small box.

A few pieces of jewelry, a few personal things.

There is also a short knife set with a row of blue stones, which looks very earthy.

It looks ugly, but the scabbard handle has long been worn away. It can be seen that this knife is well liked by the owner.

The tree pulled it out. The blade hadn't been used for so many years, and it was long gone.

The blunt knife edge even lacked a tiny hole.

"It's ugly." Qiao Mu muttered to himself, touching his blade with an inch of his hand, staying for a moment.

"Floating."

"What?" Mo Lian stunned slightly, looking down at her little daughter-in-law.

"Floating." Qiao Mu felt the vague writing on the knife. "Floating."

"Floating?" Murray murmured.

"Floating life is like a dream, and the dream wakes up empty." Qiao Mu returned the blunt knife to the sheath and held it tightly in his hand.

"My Jojo." Merlin reached out and hugged her slender waist, sighed softly, "Tomorrow, we'll go back. These things, I'll leave them alone."

Qiaomu raised his head from his arms, and looked at him seriously, and then shook his head for a long time.

Molian raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Nothing else." Qiao Mu put his hand to his heart and murmured softly, "For you, for parents, siblings, for our friends. I hope that the three states will be stable, the country will be long, the world will be peaceful, and the world will be flourishing ... don't want to see this world become ... "

Purgatory on earth as in previous lives.

I have seen all kinds of colorful flowers, who would like to experience the stricken and ruined world?

"We do not fight for others, but for the benefit of our future generations.

Mo Lian's eyes moved slightly, she reached up to hold her little face, nodded with a smile, "Okay, my Jojo is so good, everything ... will be as you wish."

"What do you mean by floating life?" Qiao Mufu asked softly on his chest.

How can it be meaningless for the mother to keep the broken knife in a treasured place.

Floating, Floating ...

What is floating?

(End of this chapter)