In just one day, the news that Feixu Palace lived in an unusually beautiful hostess spread all over the palace, and each palace sent people to inquire about the news openly and secretly and was stopped by the guards arranged by Twilight, which made the masters of each palace even more jealous, since Qi Yi Wang Mo Yanbei ascended the throne, he didn't see him care about which woman he cared about, and he was indifferent to the women of each palace, not particularly annoying or liking, and occasionally arranging the waiter to come in turn, and not particularly taking care of the women of which palace, but this year was a little special to Concubine Qin, at that time everyone thought that Concubine Qin was favored, but now it seems that it may not be。 Mo Yanbei is not an emperor who indulges in sensuality, on the contrary, he is quite restrained, and he is not like other kings who sing and sing night and night and indulge in pleasure.

"Niangniang, the king sent guards to guard the Feixu Palace, the slaves and maids were unable to enter the door, and the people of the other palaces were also stopped outside the door, except for the palace maids of the Feixu Palace, what did everyone see that woman looked like? In the Qinse Palace, Concubine Qin was lazily reclining on the soft couch, and the palace maid on the side was carefully peeling oranges while talking about the news she had inquired about.

"To be so valued and protected so closely by the king, this woman must be not bad. Concubine Qin held her stomach with one hand and said lazily, she now has a child by her side, and she is not afraid of being spoiled.

"Niangniang, the king has always been very fond of you, and now that you are pregnant with a prince, who can cross you in the whole palace, according to the slave maid, since the king has not given the woman a name, there is nothing to fear. The maid said, placing the peeled orange petals on the plate.

When Concubine Qin heard this, the smile on her face was full of confidence and pride, she was still confident in her appearance, stretched out her slender fingers and twisted a petal of orange into her mouth, and the sweet and sour taste overflowed.

In the Feixu Palace, Mu Yan didn't care about everything outside, she knew that she couldn't get out of the palace for the time being, so she stayed in the Feixu Palace with peace of mind. Every day, in addition to going to the back garden, I spend the day in the study. Twilight every day let people report Mu Yan's every move to the king, even if the king doesn't say that he knows that the king cares about this girl, it stands to reason that as a king, which woman he likes, he is directly included in the palace, but for this girl, the king not only did not forcibly incorporate it into the palace, but also let her walk freely in the palace, and other concubines were not allowed to disturb, but Miss Mu entered the palace for several days, and the king never entered the Feixu Palace except that day, but every time his subordinates reported the affairs of the Feixu Palace, the king listened very carefully, and sometimes he couldn't guess the king's thoughts。 Although Miss Mu Yan's identity is unknown now, there is no doubt that she has something to do with the former royal family of the northern country, but she doesn't care about Miss Mu's identity when she sees what the king means, which makes him unable to understand how he has been the king's attendant for so many years.

In the evening of this day, Mo Yanbei came to the Feixu Palace alone after dealing with political affairs, and the guards guarding the door were about to come forward to salute, he raised his hand to stop it, and stepped into the Feixu Palace, the palace was quiet, and the palace maids gathered together to chat quietly. "You said that Miss Mu has been in the palace for three days, except for the day that Miss Mu entered the palace, the king has not been to the Feixu Palace for a few days, and he has not heard that the king wants to seal the concubine of Miss Mu, and the masters of other palaces in the palace have sent people to inquire about the girl, and I don't know if the girl can be favored by the king?" A palace maid with a double hair opened her round apricot eyes, innocent and authentic.

"I don't know if the girl can be favored by the king, but a beauty like a girl is really rare, and even we, as women, can't help but secretly look at the girl!" A slightly older palace maid said, and the other palace maids also nodded in agreement when they heard this, and a palace maid closest to the palace gate was about to talk when she saw a tall figure standing at the door, and she was so shocked that she hurriedly got up and knelt down to salute, and the other palace maids also immediately knelt down and saluted when they saw this, and their hands shrunk in their sleeves were wet.

Mo Yanbei had a cold face and said sternly: "Talking about the rights and wrongs of the master behind his back, each with a slap of his mouth for twenty." With that, he strode through the main hall, ignoring the pleas for mercy behind him, and walked all the way through the corridor to the study in the attic.

In the attic, the study is facing the window of the back garden, at this time the back garden rockery is craggy, the flowers and plants are withering, even the swing frame is covered with a layer of silver frost, stiff posture, Mu Yan concentrates on depicting the scenery in the garden, and the thoughts unconsciously return to the day when the queen mother painted her portrait at the age of twelve, and it is also from that day after she changed her face, every scene in this garden carries the love of the father and queen mother for her, there is love in the heart, the painting has a god, and there is no trace of hesitation and reluctance between the strokes. Mo Yanbei came to the study to see such a scene, the beauty of the pen hand white slender, wrist movement, pen dragon snake, calm pretty face focused look made her whole person more charm, he has always felt that the beauty of a woman is nothing more than this beautiful skin, until old age and decay are the same, but from the time he saw the painting, he was attracted by the indifference in the eyes of the woman in the painting, purely without any disguise. It was after six years, and now she has deeply attracted his attention from the moment she appeared, compared to her in the painting, she is more beautiful, her eyes are still faint, revealing a coldness, the playfulness that contradicts the coldness has faded, but she is still fearless and calm in the face of him, even if she is alone at this time.

Mo Yanbei bypassed the rows of bookshelves and approached the bookcase, and the woman who painted continued to paint as if no one was there, one stroke at a time, the pen was clear, and there was no mud and water. On the snow-white rice paper, the shades of pen and ink are suitable, the layers are clear from far and near, every line seems to be full of affection, the cold rockery, the stiff swing, so that every place in the garden is delicate, which shows the painter's painting skills and deep emotions in the heart.

Mu Yan dropped the last stroke, looked up at the man in front of him and said, "When did the king come?"

"When I first came, I saw that you were painting seriously, and I didn't want to disturb your interest. Mo Yanbei replied casually, in a familiar tone, as if he was a friend, without the barrier of identity and status.

And in Mu Yan's heart, no matter how indifferent and majestic the man opposite is, but in her heart, he is just the murderer who forced her father and queen mother to death, she can't grovel to him, and now that she is alone, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The two were silent, Mu Yan looked at the place where the portrait was hung in the study before, it was empty, the last painting made by the queen mother for her didn't know where it went after the palace change, she didn't dare to ask, and she couldn't ask the people in this palace, she could only be silent. Mo Yanbei saw her looking in the direction of the hanging painting, and he didn't speak, the painting he had already let people hang in his study, maybe her identity was related to the painting, but he didn't care about her identity, he only cared about her heart.

"Is Miss Mu still used to living in the Flying Palace?" Mo Yanbei broke the silence between the two with a loud voice, and picked the nearest chair to sit down, very casually.

"Thank you for your concern, everything is fine here. "During the days when she lived in the Feixu Palace, there was no disturbance from the outside world, and it was the most peaceful day she lived since the accident of her father and queen mother.

"That's good, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow, and someone will come to pick you up from time to time. After Mo Yanbei finished speaking, he hurriedly left, not giving Mu Yan a chance to refuse, he didn't know why he was always majestic and domineering, and he was afraid of refusal.

Mu Yan looked at the study that had long been deserted speechlessly, and sighed silently.