Mo Qingcheng, on the other hand, had already sat with Lian'er in a carriage covered with several layers of brocade quilts, embarking on a mighty journey across the rivers and lakes...

Lian'er looked at the woman beside him and suddenly felt a little emotional...

She knew that this was definitely not something that Mo Qingcheng could do in the past... This woman actually threw away that glitz and ease without hesitation, so coolly, yet so decisively...

Mo Qingcheng is a lazy person, an absolute lazy person... In Mo Qingcheng's world, no matter how comfortable life is, if there is no freedom, it is the same as farting and meaningless...

Therefore, she, who has always been too lazy to cramp up, would go to such great lengths to light that fire...

The Mo family was burned, but the past of this identity was also burned...

From now on, there is no such person as Mo Qingcheng in the world...

On the quiet official road, there were only the sounds of horse hooves and falling leaves. Mo Qingcheng was wearing a green gown loosely tied around his body, and his hair was tied casually behind his head. At a glance, he seemed to be a young boy with a rosy face. At this moment

He was leaning against the car wall and falling asleep...

Besides, when Mo Qingcheng saw this face in the washbasin for the first time, he was also secretly happy... It was obviously his own face, but for some reason, he was dressed in ancient clothes, as if he was a different person...

There is no debate between male and female. For the first time, Mo Qingcheng felt that she loved this word to her core...

Lian'er just lightly trimmed her originally thick eyebrows, and her weed-like hair became increasingly black and pliable since arriving here. Mo Qingcheng had to wonder whether the ancient Feng Shui was real.

More nurturing...

Lian'er is also dressed in men's clothing, but the clothes are not as luxurious as Mo Qingcheng...

Their current status is that they are romantic talents traveling around the world, and Lian'er, in line with Mo Qingcheng's vanity, plays the role of the obedient little boy...

Although Mo Qingcheng doesn't have much ink in his stomach, he has memorized a few Tang poems and Song lyrics. Furthermore, a man like Mo Qingcheng, who has a thicker skin than the city wall, will not care whether it is called stealing or plagiarism...
Chapter completed!