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Chapter 398 Your Queen Belongs to Me 19

"When you say sending me away, do you mean that you want to send it all the way to my hometown?" Mo You turned to Guan Jiaoyue and said helplessly.

Guan Jiaoyue took out a folding fan from nowhere and covered the corners of her raised mouth, "I just want to try it out from the perspective of my ancestors in the past."

"Your ancestor? Isn't it that General Li?" Mo You tilted his head, he must have remembered correctly.

"Our clan considers General Li to be the ancestor of everyone, but in fact most of us have no blood relationship with the general."

"We have our own ancestors. They were all people who followed the general. Now we all have the surname Guan. Our ancestors don't want the general to have anyone to worship him in the future."

Guan Jiaoyue said calmly, the folding fan in her hand swaying slightly with her movements.

"No matter how strong the worship is, it will become thinner after being washed away for several generations, but the same surname will bind people tightly together."

She turned to look at the noisy market in the town. People were coming and going in pursuit of life. How could anyone bother to remember the person the court was trying so hard to erase.

"Perhaps some tribesmen like her because of the heroic deeds that the general is familiar with, or they blindly follow what others say, but..."

"We remember her and everything we should remember, and that will be passed down from generation to generation."

"In this dynasty, we are the only ones who still remember it."

Mo You looked up and saw a trace of sadness in Guan Jiaoyue's twinkling peach blossom eyes.

"Ha, I accidentally said too much." Guan Jiaoyue smiled apologetically at Mo You, "I'm not a talkative person, but it's your face that made me couldn't help but talk more."

"It would be great if you were really a general, then we could proudly tell her that we have not forgotten her."

The noisy voice quickly drowned out this murmur, but Mo You heard it clearly.

She thought of the woman whose name had been erased by 01, and couldn't help but touch her face.

Yeah, if only she knew.

When they gradually walked out of the lively street, there were not so many pedestrians on the road, Guan Jiaoyue fell three steps behind Moyou.

"My ancestor was once a maid of a general. Later, he was influenced by the general and went into battle to kill the enemy."

"Although she has other positions later, in front of the general she will always be like before, three steps behind him."

"She said that the general is the mountain she looks up to all her life."

The woman's voice is soft and hoarse, and because of her age, her speech has a unique charm.

"Since I was little, they have always said that I look most similar to my ancestors."

"While following you, I was wondering if my ancestors had looked at the general like this."

"Don't look back!"

The moment Mo You wanted to turn around, Guan Jiaoyue stopped her and said, "This is fine for now."

"Dreams that are too perfect will always feel unreal to people."

Mo You never looked back during the entire journey. If it weren't for that scorching gaze, she would have thought that the people behind her had already left.

As Guan Jiaoyue said, she was not a talkative person, and she didn't say a word during the second half of the journey.

"I'm back." Moyou pushed open the door of the courtyard rented by the women and shouted as he pushed the door open.

Then he turned sideways to make way for Guan Jiaoyue, "You're here, let's have a cup of tea before we leave..."

"Sister Liuliu - eh? What a beautiful aunt, give me a hug."

As soon as the door opened, a baby with a bun rushed over like a firecracker. At first he was ready to pounce on Mo You, but he turned around after seeing Guan Jiaoyue.

The little doll opened its arms and its round eyes were wet.

Even Guan Jiaoyue, who always found troublesome, couldn't help pinching her chubby face and picked her up with one hand.

If the little baby kept making noises, Guan Jiaoyue would never reach out, but she only looked at her with her eyes after saying that.

Who can not be moved by this.

"Your mother took care of you so well." Guan Jiaoyue poked the little baby's soft face again and again, and walked towards the yard.

The little baby smiled so much that he showed a few baby teeth, "She's not my mother, she's my sister."

"Her mother left long ago." Moyou passed them a few steps and left these words as he passed by.

"is it?"

Guan Jiaoyue looked at the doll, and the joy on her face was not fake.

How can a child understand life and death? She may not even remember her parents.

But she knew she had a super awesome sister.

"Then your sister is great." Guan Jiaoyue praised, and sure enough, the smile on the little baby's face was so full.

"Nian Nian! Why did you go to someone else again?" A girl walked over quickly, and Guan Jiaoyue guessed from her appearance that she was still a child of several years old.

But the child skillfully took the little doll from her hands and gently adjusted the hem of her sister's skirt.

"Sister made some pastries, so I won't have them if I get there late." The girl nodded the doll's nose, her tone a hint of endearment.

When he looked up at Guan Jiaoyue, he said politely and distantly, "Nian Nian is more naughty, please excuse me."

After that, he left with the little baby who couldn't wait to eat the pastries.

As soon as the little baby left, Guan Jiaoyue thought of Mo You again. When she looked up, she couldn't see any trace of Mo You.

She had no choice but to look around for Moyou and take a look around the yard.

Everyone here has their own story, as long as Guan Jiaoyue used her social skills to say a few words to everyone.

Their pasts have different tragedies, but they come from the same reason.

And they are just a small microcosm of today's women.

Standing by the tallest tree in the yard, Guan Jiaoyue stopped looking and leaned against the tree trunk to look at the children training in the distance.

"Why should I see this?"

"Perhaps, I hope you can help them a little." Moyou's voice came from the tree.

"We will not interfere with anything in this country today." Guan Jiaoyue stroked her hair and stared at the child in the distance.

She had just asked those children why they were still practicing martial arts when they were so tiring.

"For ourselves."

The child's voice was loud and clear, "Because we won't be bullied in the future."

Saying it is for everyone in the world seems empty and unreal; saying it is for my parents and sisters, it also puts shackles on myself invisibly.

So Moyou said when training them, just do it for yourself.

She also likes good people, but she doesn't want these children to become good people. It doesn't matter if they are selfish, as long as they don't do evil.

"Really? That's a pity."

Facing Guan Jiaoyue's rejection, Moyou spoke calmly, as if he already knew it.

Her attitude was very strange, and Guan Jiaoyue couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while.

"Okay Liuliu, why didn't you tell me when you came back? Do you want to regret not teaching me...ah, who is this? Did you pick it up again?"

Qiu Yan came to the ground angrily to call for punishment. When he saw Guan Jiaoyue, he was stunned for a moment.

"This is the person your mother has been thinking about for so many years." Moyou smiled and poked his head out from among the leaves, pointing at Guan Jiaoyue.