Since she couldn't figure out what kind of feeling this was, she simply stopped thinking about it.
Moreover, they would be together for the next period of time. She could use this opportunity to figure out what her thoughts were about him.
After Xiao Rui and Mu Rong Liu Zun, she hardly dared to fall in love again.
The two of them bathed in the gentle morning breeze, speaking softly and delicately, which made people passing by gasp in admiration.
In such a small town, when had they ever seen such outstanding men and women? They walked for a long distance and still turned back to look.
Although Qing Yao did not understand her true feelings for Wu Qing, she was inexplicably happy when Wu Qing said she was his family. She smiled even more brilliantly, looking at the distant green mountains and clear waters, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"I miss Wu Qing Valley a little, and I miss Xiao Yuer too."
It was strange. Although Xiao Yuer was Qiao Nan, most of the time now, she forgot Xiao Yuer's other identity, thinking only that she was her own daughter. The feeling of missing her when she couldn't see her.
However, Xiao Yuer should be able to speak and walk soon. She was different from other children because she had human thinking, so she was actively learning to speak and walk.
"We'll go back after these matters are over."
Wu Qing naturally reached out and held her hand. A tingling sensation flowed from her fingertips. His hand was as delicate as solidified fat. It was clearly a man's hand, but it was more smooth and delicate than a woman's, with a slight warmth.
Qing Yao's eyes fixed on that hand. It was such a beautiful hand, long and slender, fair and clean. It was truly a hand for playing the zither. The ten fingers were slender, tapering towards the fingertips. The entire hand was extremely beautiful.
Wu Qing unconsciously thought that Qing Yao missed Xiao Yuer and simply wanted to comfort her. Who knew that upon touching her, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body? This feeling was very strange and unfamiliar. He couldn't help but be curious. He gripped it tighter. Qing Yao's hand was so soft, like a ball of cotton.
He had never touched a woman's hand before. It was so smooth. The two of them just held hands, forgetting to let go, staring at each other's hands for a long time.
Mo Chou and Mo You ran over from a distance, holding a whole bag of steamed buns and asking for some water. Seeing that their master and Young Master Wu Qing hadn't spoken for a long time and hadn't noticed their hands clasped together, they couldn't help but shout.
"Miss, Young Master, eat the buns."
The two were startled and quickly let go of their hands. Mo Chou then realized what was happening and immediately smiled, scratching her head. Had she ruined their good deed?
"Master, I'm sorry. You continue."
After saying that, she wanted to lead Mo You away. Qing Yao felt embarrassed and amused. She looked up and glared at her, "You're always so glib. Hurry up and bring them over. We're hungry."
"Yes, bring them over," Wu Qing also said.
Mo Chou looked at Young Master Wu Qing seriously. He seemed much softer now than when they first met.
At that time, he was like a person made of ice and frost. Now he was much more gentle and no longer deliberately kept his distance from people, especially towards her master. Anyone with eyes could see that the Young Master liked the Miss very much, but she didn't know what the Miss was thinking.
Mo Chou glanced at the Miss who took the buns. She hadn't forgotten that her master had another identity: she was the Empress of Xian Yue.
Although she had divorced her husband, this had never happened in history. How could a woman divorce her husband? Moreover, the Emperor had not issued a decree to depose her. She was still the Empress of Xian Yue.
Then what about Young Master Wu Qing?
Mo Chou felt sorry for this one and that one, so she decided not to think about it. She picked up two buns and went to the side to eat.
Mo You also took two buns and sat down behind her. While eating, she looked at Mo Chou. Mo Chou raised her eyebrows strangely, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Mo You shook his head silently, his eyes deep. After more than a year of traveling, Mo You was almost fifteen years old. Now, compared to more than a year ago, he had completely changed. He was tall, his face was handsome, and he was simply a handsome young man. However, in Mo Chou's eyes, he was still a little kid. This was the most frustrating thing for Mo You.
He didn't know when he started to pay attention to her and care about her.
Although she also cared about him and paid attention to him.
However, their thoughts were worlds apart.
He saw Mo Chou as a woman, while Mo Chou only saw him as a younger brother.
He wanted to be a man, not a younger brother.
But Mo Chou was five years older than him. If he didn't speak up, she would probably never think in that direction. When Mo You thought of this, his eyes suddenly became clear, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He coughed and said, "Mo Chou, what do you think of me?"
Mo Chou listened to this strange question and didn't think much of it. She looked up and sized up Mo You, then nodded with a smile, "You'll definitely be a scoundrel when you grow up. Who knows how many women will be heartbroken."
Her unintentional remark immediately changed Mo You's expression. He stood up abruptly with a dark look and said coldly, "This is the image I have in your heart? Am I that kind of person?"
He suddenly stood up, which startled Mo Chou and also alerted Qing Yao and Wu Qing on the other side. Qing Yao asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Mo You stood up with a depressed mood and quickly walked to the side to sulk. Mo Chou, still unaware of the situation, glared at him unhappily and looked back at her master.
"I don't know what's gotten into him. I just praised him, saying he'd be loved by everyone and admired by all when he grew up, making many women heartbroken, and this guy got angry with me. He's really becoming harder to understand as he gets older."
Mo Chou bit the bun in her hand forcefully, venting her dissatisfaction.
Qing Yao and Wu Qing on the side looked up at Mo You in the distance. He was leaning against a thick willow tree, his face full of contemplation, and he seemed very lonely.
Wu Qing knew very little about romantic affairs, but Qing Yao was intelligent. Coupled with her past experience of liking someone, she knew that kind of awkward state of liking someone but not admitting it. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time.
Even she found it surprising that Mo You had fallen for Mo Chou, as the age difference between them was too great.
Mo You was almost fifteen, and Mo Chou was almost twenty. The two of them were five years apart. This was rare even in modern times, let alone ancient times.
Perhaps Mo You was just experiencing youthful infatuation, and his feelings would change one day. He was still so young. Since Mo Chou didn't know, it was better for her not to know. This way, they could interact more naturally. Perhaps one day, when Mo You let go, Mo Chou would not be hurt.
Or, if Mo You grew up, recognized his feelings, and still persisted, and Mo Chou also liked him, she would not object. They could be together. Truly loving people transcended age and family background.