"Brother Li~"
The slightly tipsy Hua Qingcheng, holding the Yaoqin in her arms, left the study and went straight to the bedroom.
"Greetings to Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess!"
Wherever Hua Qingcheng went, the palace maids all bowed to her.
“Back off!”
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Hua Qingcheng waved away the palace maids surrounding the bedroom.
"Shumo, Lixiang, Yuanyu, Sangrou, you all go down first. We don't need you to serve here. Come back tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After dismissing Mu Lige's four personal servants who were guarding the door of the bedroom, Hua Qingcheng raised her hand lightly, pushed open the door of the bedroom, and then quickly closed it.
Mu Lige was about three months away from giving birth, and her belly, pregnant with twins, was already showing. In the dim light, the man on the bed lay on his left side, his eyes closed beneath his heroic brows, sound asleep.
"Brother Li, are you waiting for me?"
Hua Qingcheng gently stroked Mu Lige's face and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Although the man was so tired that he fell asleep, he did not turn off the light in the room. Instead, he left the light on to illuminate her way back.
Mu Lige slept soundly, exhausted and surrounded by the top expert Zuo An. Hua Qingcheng left the bedside, walked to the desk, and gently placed the Yaoqin on it.
"Brother Li, tonight I will fulfill your long-cherished wish..."
Hua Qingcheng's lips curled up slightly, and after sitting down at the desk, she gently placed her hands on the zither. However, she narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking back to the "Liuyun" boxing technique that Zuo An had just taught her, which was as soft yet strong as Tai Chi.
"Kengkeng~Clang~"
"Beautiful mountains and clear waters..."
Hua Qingcheng gently plucked the strings according to Zuo An's method, and the beautiful melody slowly flowed out from her fingers.
Mu Lige, who was sleeping, suddenly felt that he fell into a broad and warm embrace. When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Mu Tiansheng's handsome face, which was as gentle as jade.
"Father?"
Mu Lige, hugging Su Mu Tiansheng's neck, looked at him with a hint of surprise. He was dressed in the golden imperial robes, then looked at his own hands. At this moment, he was just a five-year-old boy, but he felt that his outfit looked a little strange. (Hua Qingcheng imagined what little Mu Lige looked like: white shirt, dark denim overalls, and white sneakers)
"Li Ge, let father hug you tightly!"
Su Mutiansheng's eyes were red as he held Mu Lige tightly in his arms. He hadn't expected that the person they met again in the dream created by the Princess would be little Mu Lige, and they were in the courtyard of a temple. However, the surroundings were very quiet and there were no other people to disturb them.
"Father, are you... okay?"
With tears streaming down his face, Xiao Mu Lige looked at the familiar face he hadn't seen for a long time. Although it was only in a dream, he knew that his father was no longer in this world.
"good……"
"As long as Li Ge is well, father will be well too."
Su Mutiansheng raised his hand and used his sleeve to wipe away the tears on Mu Lige's face.
Six years ago, the fire in the Eastern Palace of Zhaoyang Kingdom separated them from each other, and when they met again, their souls had already taken different paths. Now, he was not even a ghost, but merely the spirit of a Yaoqin.
Two days ago, he only had time to take a quick glance at his son at Tai'an Restaurant. Now that he was able to see him up close, Su Mutiansheng hugged Mu Lige for a long time and was reluctant to let go. Mu Lige also hugged Su Mutiansheng's neck tightly, resting his head on his broad and solid chest, feeling the warmth and love from his father.
"Brother Sheng, is it my turn to hold you?"
Just as Mu Lige was quietly enjoying his father's love, the black jade on the vermilion and white jade belt around Su Mu Tiansheng's waist suddenly emitted a red light, and then a dignified and beautiful woman wearing the palace dress of the Crown Princess appeared in front of him and Su Mu Tiansheng.
"Mother!"
When Mu Lige saw Gongsun Muxue, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Seeing this, Su Mutiansheng hurriedly put his son in his arms to the ground.
"Li Ge~"
Gongsun Muxue saw the warm smile on little Mu Lige's face, then she squatted on the ground and opened her arms towards him. Soon a small figure rushed towards her, and Gongsun Muxue picked up the five-year-old Mu Lige directly like Su Mu Tiansheng.
"Mother, I thought I would never see you again..." Mu Lige's tears, which had stopped, began to fall again.
"Silly child, no matter where your mother and your father are, they are always thinking of you. Even if you can't see us, we will silently protect you."
Gongsun Muxue's voice was as gentle as ever, shining into Mu Lige's heart like the warm sunshine.
"Brother~"
Just as Su Mutiansheng, Gongsun Muxue and Mu Lige were reunited, a bald little monk in a grey robe suddenly ran out from the magnificent main hall with red walls and yellow tiles in front of them.
(Wu Chen was ordained at the age of twelve, the same year Su Mutianjun ascended the throne. However, Hua Qingcheng didn't know that this was just her imagination of Wu Chen's childhood appearance.)
"Achen?"
Mu Lige looked with a little surprise at the four-year-old Wu Chen, who was wearing a string of rosewood Buddhist beads around his neck and running towards the three of them with his short legs.
Wuchen's figure was small, making the string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck seem particularly large and heavy, just like his life, carrying too much...
"Li Ge, he... is Li Zhen!"
Gongsun Muxue's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the small figure that was gradually approaching them with great heartache.
After putting Mu Lige down, Gongsun Muxue did not stand there waiting, but ran towards Xiao Wuchen and directly picked up her youngest son.
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