Chapter 3944 4.1544 Remembering the Past, How Much the Past Is Cherished

Qiao Mu's eagerness immediately infected Mo Lian and the three little ones.

The prince lowered his hands slightly, letting his little daughter-in-law hold her, almost galloping forward, vertically.

Qiongtian Yulong is green and full of green, winding to the outside of a courtyard surrounded by flowers and blooming green, and gently embraces the entire small courtyard.

Like a pearl in the sea, being treated so gently.

Qiao Mu slowly stopped, and subconsciously clenched her husband's fingers, and her eyes were filled with light moisturizing.

Pushing open the courtyard door covered with green plants is like pushing open the memory locked in the depths.

Following the path of Yaoxiang slowly and slowly moving forward, Qiaomu stared straight at a tree in the middle of the courtyard.

[Master, will I grow taller? 】

[Of course you will grow taller, you are seven years old now, let's plant this laurel tree. After ten years, you will be seventeen years old, and it will be ten years old. 】

[A year is a year, and ten years are fleeting. By then, when you grow up, Master will also be old. 】

[Then... Little Treasure will make you a beauty medicine pill. In this way, the master will never grow old. 】

Qiao Mu stared at the tree in a daze, and his little hand involuntarily stroked it, rubbing the bark lightly.

The moment he raised his head, the breeze blew his face, the fragrance of osmanthus, and the finely broken petals were scattered.

Here, it seems... carrying too many memories of her.

So much so that every step she took, she seemed to be able to see those familiar figures waving at her with a smile.

Qiao Mu pushed open the door of the wing room and stood quietly at the door, looking at her gorgeously furnished but solemn boudoir.

His fingers touched the long screen window engraved with green bamboo, and stroked the blooming Qiuyue Begonia in front of the window.

Gently swept the spotless window sill, and brushed the beauty's couch in front of the window.

His eyes were fixed on the window, watching quietly, hardly blinking his eyes.

[Swords are murder weapons, you should be aware of this the moment you draw your sword. 】

[Teacher, only villains like to talk nonsense. When we subdue the enemy, we must not talk to them. Always shut them up is the best choice. 】

[The sword points to the sky, how can the sky bear me? 】

She stood there, looking out the window quietly, as if she saw two unparalleled figures, looming and swimming like butterflies in flowers.

She looked away from the silk-wrapped stamen screen, and then walked out. She gently pushed open the door of the study next door and walked in.

She walked over, looked at the two desks, one large and one small, side by side, sat obediently in front of the short desk, and stroked the rice paper in front of her.

There were two drops of ink on it, and a word was written crookedly: Joe.

It was as if she saw that year after year, the woman gently held her almost transparent and whitish little hand, writing stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

"Master, Uncle Master." The little girl shouted in a choked voice, and the tears fell down with a "da", smearing the two ink marks.

Prince Mo had been silently following behind her. Seeing her like this, he hurriedly stepped forward to support her shoulder and asked softly, "Jojo, do you remember something?"

"I remember a lot." Qiao Mu swallowed and said softly, "Why the soul exploded is not clear. But after the soul exploded, I knew where I went."

O my soul, fluttering, drifting away with the wind.