Fairy Princess

Chapter 64

"What's the matter?" Mo Yan didn't even ask the maids to leave in a hurry, Feng Xin waved them all to leave.

Dongfang Zhu frowned slightly when he saw the elegant but noble Mo Yan, then regained his composure, and said with a smile, "I have finally lived up to the expectations of my little lady!"

Mo Yan was pleasantly surprised, her eyes shone brightly, "Did you really find it?"

Dongfangzhu smiled smartly, "How about it, the weird organization you mentioned isn't too bad anyway?"

In order to prevent the recurrence of the last incident, Fengxin carefully verified, "You will not find the wrong person, will you?"

Dongfangzhu's smile froze, his self-confidence was seriously damaged, "Do I look like that kind of irresponsible person? I have already seen that guy with amnesia."

Thinking about it, he was enough to pull, but I didn't expect that poor boy to have more character than him, and he would not come with him no matter what, so he had to let the little lady figure it out.

The carriage still drove towards the village where they had visited not long ago, and stopped in front of a simple wooden house.Mo Yan got out of the carriage, opened his eyes and saw the dead wood that had sunk in winter, and the man beside the dead wood who was chopping firewood.

Mo Yan ran up and stood in front of him, looking expectant.

Seeing someone coming, the woodcutter also stood up and looked at Mo Yan, "You are..."

In his thin memory, he had never seen such a beautiful girl in the south of the city, and seeing the girl's expression getting more and more joyful, he was stunned.

Mo Yan stared at him steadfastly, with the same tangle between her brows, and a clear light in her eyes, and her resolute facial features resembled the former king, he was Xiaoyu!Her Xiaoyu!Xiaoyu from Yunguo!

She took a step forward and hugged him, her eyes were red, she didn't cry even if her mother died, she didn't cry even if her father died, even if she was imprisoned in the cold palace and shouted that every day is not working, she didn't cry Crying, but, after thinking that Xiaoyu was dead for three years, she suddenly saw him standing in front of her handsome, and she cried out.

Tightly holding on to his tattered clothes, her voice choked up, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Xiaoyu...I...I'm so stupid...Go and find out if you were really buried...I'm sorry ...for you to suffer so much...I...I..."

The man was surprised and confused, and quickly pulled away Mo Yan who was crying vigorously in his arms, and explained nervously with a slightly red face, "Girl, did you recognize the wrong person?"

She shook her head to her, tears fell, and there was deep pain in her eyes. This is Xiaoyu who has always been so kind to her, this is Xiaoyu who paved the way for her even though she was dying, how could she Will you admit your mistake?No, even after three or 30 years of separation, she still remembers his appearance and his breath.

The man nodded to her apologetically, "I'm sorry, I still have firewood to chop."

So, he continued to sit on the small stool made of cut trees, straightened the wood to be split with one hand, and swung the ax high with the other. With a sound of "pa--", the wood split into two and became wood that could be used to burn fire.When he wanted to raise the ax for the second time, she blocked him with her body.

His calm face was still a little red, his eyes were moist, but there was a hint of stubbornness, his delicate nose stood out resolutely, and his small, rosy mouth was also tightly pursed to express his reluctance.Just like this, she occupied in front of his line of sight without fear of danger.

When Feng Xin saw Mo Yan making such a dangerous move, he hurriedly shouted, "Miss!"

Wu Ya on the side held Feng Xin who wanted to rush forward, "She will solve it herself."

But Dongfang Zhu, who had been standing by the side watching from beginning to end, clearly understood in his heart, and his face was already stiff.

The man dropped the ax in annoyance, with a helpless expression on his face, "Miss, what do you want to do?"

Mo Yan looked at him stubbornly and said slowly, "Your name is Mo Yu. You are my own younger brother. We are both children of the left concubine of Yunguo. Seven years ago, my mother was murdered and we were also thrown into the Lenggong. However, you are the only legal first heir of Yunguo, and you can come and go freely in the palace. Unexpectedly, because of this, you were plotted against and swallowed poison. Fortunately, you just lost your memory, not your life Now, my sister has taken back everything that should belong to us. Xiaoyu, my sister is here to take you back to the palace."

She tried her best to face him with a smile, but he couldn't help it.

"I don't remember anything about the past. I am called Liuzi now, and I live a very good life here. I don't want to leave." He flatly rejected her offer.

Her face changed drastically, "You are my own brother, if you don't go back with me, do you want to stay here?"

The man lowered his head, looked at the wood on the ground, and said, "Since I am doomed to lose my memory, let me live quietly alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an arrogant and sharp voice in his ear, "Sixth son, are you looking for death? I told you to chop some firewood and you haven't done it yet! You won't be happy if you don't suffer a little, right?"

(End of this chapter)