Genius and calm concubine: Your Majesty, obey obediently

Three years later.

She stood under the wind, the spring breeze blew her clothes, and the white pear blossoms bloomed, but at this moment they fell on her shoulders.Her long black hair was tied into a bun from the back of her head, pinned with a plain hairpin, and her slender body was wrapped in a white dress.

"Mother?" The little boy's voice came from not far away, bringing with it a childlike accent.

"Far away, come here!" With a beautiful smile on the corner of the woman's lips, she squatted down halfway, making a hugging gesture, waiting for the little boy to fall into her arms.

The little boy was wearing a blue robe, which was just enough to wrap his short body. He ran from a distance with a smile on his face, buried his head in the woman's arms, hugged her tightly, and rubbed his little head against her. chest, he said: "Mother is so kind."

The woman held his face in her hands, with a doting look on her face, and she asked: "Far away, have you had enough fun? If you've had enough fun, we're going back." She tapped the tip of his small nose.

"It's enough to play far away." The boy replied obediently, and then struggled out of the woman's grasp. When the woman thought he was going to leave by himself, he stretched out his tender little hand and pressed her shoulder, and said solemnly: "Mom!" My dear, your shoulders are covered with residual flowers, I will help you take them all down." After finishing speaking, her small hand swept over the woman's shoulders, and the woman lowered her eyes, and there were indeed a few residual flowers falling under her feet.

The boy withdrew his hand, raised a pure face, and said with a smile: "Mother, we can go."

The woman stood up, held the boy's little hand, and disappeared into the dusk of the setting sun.

The wind in the early spring was still a bit chilly. The two mother and son were sitting at a small dining table. Although the table was not large, the room was big enough. There were two rows of servants standing respectfully next to them. On the dining table were several home cooking.Everything was neatly arranged, and it was obvious that no one had touched the meal.

The boy was sitting next to the woman, looking eagerly at the food on the table, and soon began to gnaw on his chopsticks.

Pouting her small mouth, she asked, "Mother, when will Father come back?"

"Your father may be left behind by the emperor for something, please wait a while, okay?" The woman stretched out her hand and touched the boy's head, comforting him.

"But..." The boy frowned, and wanted to say something, but he heard a voice from outside - "The prince is back."

Yin Wuchou walked in with steady steps, looked at the simple meals on the table, his face was a little more relaxed than before, and then looked at the boy at the table, he washed his hands and walked over to sit down, said: "Ji Yi , come to the father and king."

Yin Jiyi was the first name given to him by Yin Wuchou, while Yuan Yuan was the nickname given to him by Mo Yiran. Since the two disagreed about the name, they each called it their own.But even if there is a difference of opinion on the name, the two couples have never had a verbal dispute.

Therefore, Yin Jiyi took a look at Mo Yiran, and seeing that the other side looked pale, he finally turned his head to look at Yin Wuchou, and said, "Father, I'm hungry."

The meaning of rejection couldn't be more obvious.

The man looked embarrassed, but he couldn't say anything more, so he could only ask bitterly: "Jiyi, did you listen to your mother today?" His tone was extremely gentle, and he was completely trying to please a child.

Yin Jiyi didn't even raise his head, just buried his head in eating the rice in the bowl, and said vaguely: "Yes." Suddenly, he raised his head again, blinked his big eyes and said, "Father, eat quickly."

In the eyes of the little boy, it turned out to be impatience.

Yin Wuchou looked at his delicate little face with a sense of impatience, which was very similar to someone's face. Suddenly, seeing the table full of food, he no longer had the slightest appetite.

Seeing this, Mo Yiran hurriedly reprimanded: "Yuan, don't be so rude! When the father talks to you, you must answer carefully."

Yin Jiyi's eyes were fixed on Mo Yiran, and those long and narrow phoenix eyes shone with crystal light, making people look at him with pity, but he is the son of the current Prince of Pingyang, known as the young son of the Xueji Dynasty, His status is incomparably noble, and of course everyone pities him, just like the stars holding the moon.

He let out an "oh", and then continued: "But the father won't be with us someday, so it's only natural for me to distance myself from him." As he spoke, there was a hint of resentment in the boy's tone, "Did I say Isn't it right?" He blinked his long and narrow phoenix eyes, looking at his mother pitifully.

This child is only two and a half years old now, and he needs his father to accompany him.

Mo was still astonished, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Yin Wuchou's gaze on his face.

"Yuan, your father's health is not good, and..." Before Mo Yiran finished speaking, Yin Wuchou had already interrupted her words, and said, "Jiyi, it's your father who is not well. Tomorrow, your father is free. How about I just play with you and mother?"

Yin Jiyi was overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a puffed up red face, "My father keeps his word!"

"Well, father will not deceive Jiyi." Yin Wuchou replied with a smile, his smile was too shallow to warm people's hearts, but the little boy was overjoyed when he heard it.

After the meal, Mo Yiran settled Yin Jiyi, and then returned to her own Hall of One Heart. For the past three years, she has been living in the Hall of One Heart, and Yin Wuchou has been living in Jin Xin Pavilion.And these few days Mo Youran is not here, saying that there are important things to do, although Mo is still worried about her, but she knows that when people grow up, they have to make decisions on their own, even if she is her sister, she can't restrict Mo Youran free!

Before entering the Hall of One Heart, she looked up at the dark night sky...

Three years, time flies, it is three years...

Seeing her coming, the maid guarding the door saluted, and Mo Yiran walked in.

There was no one in the hall, but she saw a familiar figure standing with his back facing her, standing by the window, his figure was lonely and thin.

"Why are you here?" Mo Yiran spoke first, surprised at his sudden arrival, since he hadn't been to her bedroom in the past three years.

Yin Wuchou turned around and looked at her with burning eyes, "Should I not come?" After that, he walked up to her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and said, "Yongle, I am your husband , shouldn't I come?"

As the voice fell, a muffled thunder sounded from the dark night, and a whistling wind blew across the eaves, bringing a cold feeling, it was really a spring rain and a cold.

Yin Wuchou continued: "Three years, he has been gone for three years, I helped you raise his child, and now it has been three years, I have been waiting for you for three years, when will you give yourself to me? "His voice was very eager, and he didn't pay attention to the sudden muffled thunder outside.