The Three-Life Stone

After the farce, everyone left tacitly to give Hua Xiaoyao and Lin Mo some space alone.

Hua Xiaoyao wanted to say nonchalantly, "That woman must have received a lot of love from you." But she let out a breath and said nothing.

Lin Mo wanted to explain and said "that woman was just a chess piece", but Hua Xiaoyao didn't ask, and Lin Mo didn't say anything after taking a deep breath. It seemed unnecessary to say this abruptly, and he was trying to cover up his mistake.

Lin Mo broke the silence in a few breaths and spoke first: "That crazy woman ran away by herself."

"Yeah, I can see that." Hua Xiaoyao replied indifferently.

"Is Xiaoyao scared?"

Hua Xiaoyao was not good at speaking. At first, she was annoyed and didn't want to pay attention to the provocation. As the woman became more and more aggressive, her mind quickly searched for ways to deal with it. Just after calming down, Hua Xiaoyao felt the patheticness of the woman. She was not scared, but she was just another poor woman.

Hua Xiaoyao was a little puzzled. How could a woman who slept in the same bed with her turn sword against her the next moment? Could such a person have a heart?

Hua Xiaoyao exhaled again: "I'm not scared, don't worry."

"That's good, do you want to go for a walk?"

"I suddenly feel like singing."

"Xiaoyao, sing for Mo Yuan."

Hua Xiaoyao hummed along with the melody that flashed through her mind. No matter how dumb Lin Mo was, he could see that Hua Xiaoyao was unhappy. Hua Xiaoyao sat listlessly on the stone bench, humming an unknown tune, looking lonely and with her eyes drooping.

Lin Mo hugged Hua Xiaoyao and whispered softly: "Dear Xiaoyao, Mo Yuan loves Xiaoyao the most. Mo Yuan only loves Xiaoyao in this life."

Hua Xiaoyao didn't know what to feel. Loving someone and that person also loving her should be enough and she should be content, but she was still a little sad.

It would have been fine if Lin Mo didn't coax her, but as soon as he did, Hua Xiaoyao's tears fell like an abacus. Lin Mo kissed Hua Xiaoyao's chin, cheek, and eyes, and swallowed all the tears into his mouth. The tears were bitter.

Hua Xiaoyao stopped crying, bubbles of snot came out of her nose, and she started crying again. It was so embarrassing.

Lin Mo didn't despise it. He took out a towel and wiped Hua Xiaoyao's face. He held back his smile and said, "What's the big deal? I've seen everything you looked like when you were a child. I was the one who gave you a bath when you came back with me, all dirty..."

"Ah~ stop talking."

Hua Xiaoyao really wanted to punch Lin Mo, asking him to please not mention his dark history.

Seeing Hua Xiaoyao's angry expression, Lin Mo raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

At night, Hua Xiaoyao curled up in Lin Mo's arms and hugged himself tightly. After Hua Xiaoyao fell asleep, Lin Mo was worried that she would have back pain the next day if she slept in the same position for a long time. Unexpectedly, Hua Xiaoyao woke up when he moved. Their eyes met in the dim light. Lin Mo froze in place. Hua Xiaoyao couldn't control herself anymore and raised her head to kiss the corner of Lin Mo's lips like a chicken pecking at rice.

Lin Mo leaned over and responded to Hua Xiaoyao's kiss lightly, then explored more deeply, sucking gently on her lips, biting and grinding gently, domineeringly exploring each of Hua Xiaoyao's teeth, then Lin Mo bit Hua Xiaoyao's ear, the sound of his breathing sprinkled in her ear, and asked Hua Xiaoyao tenderly: "Are you ready?"

Hua Xiaoyao did not respond. As Lin Mo teased her, her panting voice acquiesced to everything. Lin Mo continued to kiss and grope her, supporting her with one hand, and also panting, he whispered the second sentence in Hua Xiaoyao's ear: "Then I'm ready."

Lin Mo's voice was full of temptation. This time, Hua Xiaoyao grabbed Lin Mo's arm and whispered "hmm". After a muffled groan, Hua Xiaoyao did not feel the pain as expected. Instead, she felt a wave of numbness and ecstasy.

After the passionate lovemaking, Hua Xiaoyao fell asleep as if she had eaten her fill. Lin Mo gave her a deep kiss on the forehead.

Lin Mo did not sleep. He held Hua Xiaoyao until the third watch and said, "Xiaoyao, I'm sorry. I should have stayed today. Something happened suddenly during the day..."

"It's okay, go ahead. It's dark, be careful on the road." Hua Xiaoyao really fell asleep, and woke up again after hearing Lin Mo's words. After Lin Mo left, she fell asleep again, and this time she slept quite soundly.

How could Hua Xiaoyao not know that Lin Mo must have made arrangements to spare a few days to accompany her? Today, the imperial concubine came after him, and he came in a hurry, so he should hurry back.

Early the next morning, Dongxue was hesitant and hesitated about what to ask.

Hua Xiaoyao stood up and Dongxue helped her put on her clothes with a worried look on her face. Hua Xiaoyao held back her laughter and remained motionless when she saw Dongxue's expression. Dongxue did not notice Hua Xiaoyao's stiff body. She looked up and was stunned when she saw Hua Xiaoyao's lips turning down as she couldn't hold back her smile. Then Hua Xiaoyao burst into laughter.

Dongxue thought she had made a fool of herself because she didn't wash her face clean, so she looked at herself in the bronze mirror and looked at Hua Xiaoyao in confusion.

"Xue, don't be so scared. Just like before, say whatever you want to say and ask whatever you want to ask."

"Girl, I am the emperor?"

"Well, you're mine, he won't do anything to you."

"Then... why don't you stay with me in the palace? I have come all the way here to see you, so you must be very important to me."

"I don't want to be trapped for the time being. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Dongxue wanted to ask, but she didn't know where to start, and she didn't know whether she should ask or not, so she just shook her head and said, "No more."

Hua Xiaoyao did not go out today. She sat beside the piano, humming yesterday's song, and started playing it. As she played, she began to sing.

"Who wanted to get rid of being surrounded? Who was then controlled remotely at the end of the world? Who was strangled until it was difficult to breathe? Only then did they realize that they were like a puppet. Who actually holds the strings?

Neither coming together nor parting, just waiting for you to be captured by another opponent. At that time, my black hair will not be measured with the rest of my life. But I drag my body and find that the happiness I have been looking for along the way is still tied to your shoulders. Or it is actually waiting for me to let go, and then the kite with a broken string will fly straight to heaven.

Dongxue listened quietly and felt a little sad for some reason, as if she didn't understand: "Girl, what are you singing? It's very nice, but Dongxue doesn't understand it."

Hua Xiaoyao finally came back to her senses: "Nothing, this is a folk song I heard before, bring me paper and pen."

"Oh, okay. Wait a minute, girl."

Hua Xiaoyao wrote down some words in a carefree manner and gave them to Dongxue: "Take a look."

Hua Xiaoyao turned her back and sang it again, "At that time, my black hair will not be measured by the rest of my life", singing it with particular care.

"The song is a little sad, but still nice. Does the girl know any other folk songs?"

"Can not remember."

"Girl, this is honey water to moisten your throat."

Dongxue drained the water away, and Hua Xiaoyao hummed this song all day while doing the cleaning.

"Miss, just leave these tasks to the servants."

"It's okay. I'm in a bad mood today and want to do something. Let's go down the mountain and stay for two days tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, girl."

The streamer is easy to throw people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green.

The next day, Hua Xiaoyao went down the mountain, jumping and skipping on the mountain road, which made Dongxue very anxious. She had no choice but to chase after her and shout like an old mother.

"Girl, walk slowly and be careful not to fall."

"It's okay. Your girl is a little older, but her hands and feet are still nimble."