three years later

Cheyue Kingdom repeatedly invaded Dafeng, Cui Moyao asked for orders to go there, and the war between the two countries began. 5c (≧▽≦)/.

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The wind is blowing and the grass is rustling, and the spring wilderness is full of green.

Sitting boredly in the imperial tent, Fu Yaxuan looked at the wavy green grassland in front of him and Cui Moyao and a group of generals galloping and hunting in the distance, feeling envious in his heart.

Cui Moyao's martial arts is getting better and better, but she has neglected to practice and is already rusty.

In the tent, the baby's cry was heard, and a gentle look appeared on Fu Yaxuan's face. She got up, walked to the bed, picked up her daughter, and said softly: "Xiaorou, you must be hungry."

While she was feeding her baby, there were footsteps outside and a handsome man walked in.

Fu Yaxuan greeted him with a beautiful smile: "Mo, what's wrong?"

He frowned and said, "King Cheyue sent people to negotiate peace and said he was willing to cut off ten cities to compensate us."

"That's a good thing."

"But if there is no war, we have to go back to Luoyao City."

It turns out that he couldn't bear to stay here.

After Fu Yaxuan nursed the child, she handed the child to the maid and asked her to take it out of the tent to bask in the sun.

"Mo, if you like it here, we can stay here. You can go back whenever you want."

"I'm afraid I'll wrong you." He looked at his beloved wife and found that her face, which was becoming more beautiful day by day, made him more excited and in love with her.

"As long as I'm with you, I'll be happy wherever I go." She raised her small chin and snorted with a proud smile. Her red nose made her look cute and ridiculous.

He couldn't help but hug and kiss her until both of them could no longer breathe before they separated.

"Let's go horseback riding. I haven't moved my muscles in a long time."

She was really bored. He always felt that she had just given birth to the princess a few months ago, and her body was weak and she should stay in the tent to recuperate. But she refused to listen, thinking that she could come out to enjoy the cool breeze of the grassland. .

"Okay, I'll go with you."

He took her hand, ran out of the tent, picked her up on the horse, and galloped forward resolutely, looking at the vast world beyond the wall!

Waves of spring breeze blew, and Fu Yaxuan shouted excitedly, clinging tightly to Cui Moyao, quite suspicious of treating him as a "cushion".

Her Mo is the man she loves most in her life...

"The Tomb of My Beloved Wife Yun'er"

In front of Yun'er's grave, a white-headed man would come to clean it every day and chat with her.

Han Gao knew that Yun'er was most afraid of being dirty and lonely.

"Yun'er, the heavy storm last night broke all my thatched huts. I have to cut some more thatch and tie it firmly." His hoarse voice suddenly laughed: "By the way, I bought Dongji The meat buns, you haven’t had breakfast yet, let’s eat them together.”

Many years later, that exquisite cemetery has been kept clean and guarded by a figure.

He will always protect her until the day his life ends.

In the next life, he would like to be an ordinary person, meet an ordinary her, and live a simple life. There will be no hatred, no competition for fame, and no competition for profit, only love and trust.

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After the victory, Cui Moyao and his wife led the army back to Luoyao City. The people in the city lined up outside the city to warmly welcome them back.

Cui Moyao rode a tall horse and kept saying hello to the people on both sides. He also talked lightly to the people in the carriage next to him from time to time.

In the carriage, Fu Yaxuan held her daughter Xiaorou along the bumpy ride. Xiaorou's gloomy eyes turned around, seeming to be full of curiosity about the strange sounds around her.

There is really no adjective that can describe Fu Yaxuan's mood at this moment. She can no longer tell whether she is dreaming now or whether her previous life was all a dream.

In the past three years, the hardships outside the Great Wall have made the square shapes round. She has become accustomed to the ancient life. Because there are people she loves most here, she stays here willingly to adapt to the unprecedented dangers.

and excitement, happiness and joy.

The crowds of people lined up all the way to the door of Prince Yi's Mansion. The carriage stopped in front of the door. Yingxue took Xiaorou from Princess Yi's hand, and Cui Moyao carefully helped her get out of the car.

The people at the door all knelt down and shouted: "Prince Yi and Princess Yi may live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years!"

Han Gao had already been waiting at the door. When he saw the two arriving, he immediately knelt down to greet them: "Han Gao respectfully welcomes the prince and princess back to the house."

Cui Moyao stepped forward to help him up and hugged him gently.

"Your Majesty."

A cordial call brought tears of joy at the reunion. Fu Yaxuan wiped her tears, showed a smile and said: "Let's go in."

After many years apart, Prince Yi's Mansion has always maintained its original appearance. When I return to a familiar place, I feel exhausted but feel at ease.

Ah, this is what home feels like.

She didn't want to think about anything now, she just wanted to have a solid sleep and wake up tomorrow to another sunny day.

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In the morning of the next day, Cui Moyao went to the court to receive the title, but he was tired of fame and declined the emperor's kindness. He led his troops to the expedition, not for fame and fortune, but to defend Dafeng's country.

The emperor had long understood Cui Moyao's thoughts and did not force him. As long as he wanted to come back, the door to Chaoxu would always be open for him.

Fu Yaxuan slept until lunch time before getting up. At this time, Cui Moyao had already returned from the morning, and the two met in the yard.

"My lord, you are back." Fu Yaxuan came up to meet him, clinging to him like a spider, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Since giving birth to Xiaorou, her whole person has become as gentle as water. It's all because he treats her so well that she doesn't have the chance to lose her temper sometimes.

He is no longer an indifferent cool guy, but a considerate and good husband.

"You're up so late again? What should you do if you're starving?" He gently stroked her face, put his hair behind her ears, and looked at her lovingly.

"I want to wait for you to eat together."

He gently put his arm around her shoulders and walked towards the dining room.

During the meal, Fu Yaxuan saw that he didn't mention anything about the previous meeting, so he asked, "Did the Emperor say anything today?"

Cui Moyao swallowed the food in his mouth and said: "I didn't say anything. The ministers all supported me to return to the court, but you also know that I am not interested in fame."

"Know."

"The current emperor is decisive, smart and wise, and is really a blessing to all people." Cui Moyao admired sincerely.

"Let's drink to the emperor's wisdom and the blessings of the people." She raised her glass and clinked it with him in celebration.

He drank and laughed more happily. He had rarely laughed so truly since before the war.

He was still so handsome, and before she knew it, she was fascinated by him.

Is it the blessing that has accumulated over several lifetimes that she married such a good man?
Chapter completed!