Morning Star

Chapter 280 She is a child, she is a child...

Seeing that his mood had improved, Chujiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time held back the tears that were about to fall.

Mo Xinglan let go of Chujiu's hand, lowered his eyes and put the square box away.

Chujiu also withdrew the hand that was holding his face.

But just as she let go, a hand grabbed her waist. She lost her balance and fell into someone's arms.

When she thought of the injuries on his body, her heart skipped a beat. She moved her body to get off his legs.

However, the hands holding her tightly refused to let go. Then a wronged voice sounded in her ears: "Hiss, it hurts, don't move."

She was so scared that she dared not move, and could only stare at him with bulging eyes: "If it hurts, put me down."

But he pressed her head against his neck like a spoiled child and said stubbornly: "No."

"You!" She didn't dare to move and glared at him, then sighed, too lazy to argue with him.

So she obediently raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Seeing that she was finally well-behaved, he smiled with satisfaction, put his arm around her and slowly leaned against the back of the soft couch.

The two hugged each other quietly without speaking a word.

A faint sweet fragrance lingered around the ninth day. The tense mood that had been tense for these days gradually eased, and the anxious heart gradually became comfortable.

As she said before, she always liked to stay on him, to be held by him, to bury her head in his neck, and to smell his sweet scent.

But he was injured, so she didn't dare to do that. She had to be very careful every time, for fear of touching his wound.

After a long time, she opened her mouth and yawned, then rubbed her eyes, looking a little sleepy.

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and said softly, "Are you sleepy?"

"Ah."

She had been watching over Mo Xinglan since he fell asleep yesterday, and she hadn't gotten a good night's sleep until now. This was quite a challenge for her, who usually liked to sleep.

Mo Xinglan thought of this and rubbed her head: "Then let's go back to the palace and sleep."

She replied muffledly.

After a while, Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan back to the bedroom. During this time, Mo Xinglan asked someone to move all the books on the table in the Experience Hall to the bedroom.

At this moment, Mo Xinglan was lying on his side on the bed, patting Chujiu who was curled up in his arms gently like coaxing a child.

Chujiu rubbed it gently, looked at him with half-nosed eyes, and murmured like a dream: "Xingxing, you need to have a good rest. Take good care of your body and don't toss it anymore."

"Go to sleep." He didn't answer, but smiled gently.

She held up her eyelids, which were about to close, and insisted on waiting for his answer before going to sleep, saying stubbornly, "Xingxing needs to have a good rest."

He could only let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "Okay."

Only then did she close her eyes.

I was already sleepy, and after he coaxed me like that, I quickly fell asleep.

Seeing that she was soundly asleep, Mo Xinglan slowly stood up and tiptoed down onto the bed.

He straightened the quilt for her and walked out.

She gave a few instructions to the maid guarding the door and then left the bedroom.

……

In Caolian Valley, houses stand quietly in the valley, and overall it looks like an ordinary village.

From time to time, the sounds of children fighting, young people talking and scolding children could be heard in the valley.

A five-year-old girl squatting and playing at the entrance of the village looked up and saw two figures, one of which was familiar to her. She recognized him at a glance, stood up and ran towards the figure happily, calling in a baby voice, "Brother Fang Hao!"

When Fang Hao saw it, he squatted down, stretched out his arms and said with a smile: "Hey, little pomegranate!"

When he called out, Little Pomegranate ran even faster. After a while, she ran in front of him, threw herself into his arms, and called out in a baby voice, "Brother Fang Hao."

"Hey." Fang Hao responded and picked her up and stood up.

Mo Xinglan stood aside and looked at the two, one big and one small, in front of him, with an expressionless face and no words.

But Little Pomegranate's gaze moved from Fang Hao to Mo Xinglan.

Those two big watery eyes were full of curiosity and amazement.

Mo Xinglan was wearing a blue and white gradient robe today. Half of his hair was tied up high with a silver crown, and a silver hairpin passed through the crown to fix the hair and the crown.

This outfit made him look less gentle and approachable than when he wore a white robe before, but it also didn't make him look as cold and distant as when he wore black before.

That's why Little Pomegranate dared to stare at him without any concealment.

Of course, there is also the fact that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

Her chubby little hand tugged at Fang Hao's collar: "Brother Fang Hao."

Fang Hao looked at her and even her tone of voice became soft, wishing he could cut his throat off.

"Hmm? What's wrong, little pomegranate?"

Little Pomegranate stared at Mo Xinglan, "Is this brother a friend of Brother Fang Hao? He is so handsome. Even prettier than Sister Xia Meng."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

His expression remained unchanged, but he kept saying to himself in his heart: She is a child, she is a child...

Fang Hao, who was standing next to him, was terrified after hearing this, and looked back and forth between Mo Xinglan and Xiao Shiliu. Seeing that Mo Xinglan's expression remained unchanged, he felt a little relieved.

But he quickly covered Little Pomegranate's mouth and forced a smile towards Mo Xinglan, "My Lord, children speak their mind. They are ignorant, please don't mind."

Mo Xinglan glanced at him lightly and raised the corners of his lips slightly, but there was no smile.

The voice was cold: "Do you think I would mind?"

"Uh... hehe... no." He broke out in a cold sweat.

Children are very sensitive to changes in people's emotions, but they don't understand what adults say, so Little Pomegranate chose to keep quiet.

Fang Hao thought about it and felt it necessary to introduce Mo Xinglan to Xiao Shiliu.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard an old man's voice from not far away: "You little kid, you came to the village to play by yourself, aren't you afraid of encountering danger?"

As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of the three people.

Fang Hao saw the old man smiling at him and asked, "Great Elder, are you here to look for Little Pomegranate again?"

The Great Elder snorted and glared at the little pomegranate that Fang Hao was holding.

Little Pomegranate pursed its lips unhappily, turned its head away, hugged Fang Hao's neck with its two little hands and didn't look at the Great Elder.

The Great Elder ignored her, apparently he was used to it. Instead, he focused his attention on Mo Xinglan, looked him aside, and looked at Fang Hao: "Where did this doll come from?"

Fang Hao smiled proudly and said, "Hey, this is our Lord."

"Your master?" The great elder didn't react. He muttered and looked Fang Hao up and down as if he was a fool.

Is this kid stupid? Didn't Bai Yue'er die ten years ago? Where did this lord come from?

Thinking of this, he looked at Mo Xinglan again.

He is just a kid of seventeen or eighteen years old. How can he be the master at such a young age?

But she does look a bit like Bai Yatou.

Suddenly, his expression paused, as if he remembered something. Then his eyes lit up and he looked at Mo Xinglan excitedly: "Kid, what's your name?"