Chapter 3944: 4.1544 Remembering the past

Chapter 3944 4.1544 Recalling the Past
Qiao Mu's anxious mood immediately infected Mo Lian and the three little ones.
The prince drew a hand slightly, and let her little daughter-in-law hold her, almost flying with her, vertical forward.
Qiongtian Yulong is green and lush, winding out to a garden surrounded by flowers and blooming green, gently hugging the entire courtyard.
Like a pearl in the sea, treated so gently.
Arbor paused slowly, clenched the husband's fingers subconsciously, and his eyes were full of light and moist.
Pushing open the gate of the courtyard covered with green plants seemed to push open the memory locked in the depths.
Along the slowly trail of Yaoxiang, slowly forward, Arbor's eyes stared at a tree in the courtyard.
[Master, will I grow taller? 】
[Of course you will grow tall. You are now seven years old. Let's plant this laurel tree. After ten years, when you are seventeen, it will be ten. 】
[One year and one year round, ten years away, and when you grow up, Master will grow old. 】
[Then ... Xiaobao will make you a beauty medicine. In this way, Master will never grow old. 】
Qiaomu looked at the tree intently, his little hand involuntarily stroked it, and rubbed the bark gently.
The moment the head was lifted, the breeze blew across his face, the fragrance of Guizi, and the scattered petals scattered.
Here, it seems ... bearing her too many memories.
So that every step I take, I can see those familiar figures, waving at her with a smile.
Qiao Mu pushed open the door of the chamber and stood quietly at the door, looking at her gorgeously furnished boudoir.
Fingers touched the long screen with green bamboo, and touched the flowering begonia begonia in front of the window.
Gently swept, the spotless window sill, brushed the beauty couch in front of the window.
Gaze fixedly out the window, and watched quietly, almost without blinking.
[Sword is a murder weapon. When you draw a sword, you should be aware of it. 】
[Only, the villains like a lot of nonsense. When we subdue the enemy, don't talk to them. Keeping them shut forever is the most correct choice. 】
[The sword refers to the sky, how can the sky resist me? 】
She stood there, looking quietly out of the window, as if she saw two glamorous figures, looming like a butterfly wearing flowers, their swords hurried to make a tinkling sound.
She turned her eyes away from the silk screen, and then went out, and her little hand gently opened the door of the study next door and went in.
She walked over, looking at two large and one small book cases, and sat obediently in front of the small book case, and stroked the rice paper in front of her.
There were two drops of ink on it, and a crooked word was written: Joe.
As if to see that year by year, the woman gently held her little transparent and white hand, writing on the rice paper one by one.
"Master, uncle." The little girl shouted with a choked throat, and the teardrops "dropped" and smudged those two spots of ink.
Prince Mo kept following her silently, seeing her at this moment, hurriedly stepped forward to support her shoulder, and asked softly, "Qiao Qiao, is there something you think of?"
"I remember a lot," Qiaomu swallowed, and said softly, "Why the soul burst is not clear. But after the soul burst, I know where I went."
My soul, fluttering, go with the wind.
(End of this chapter)