"Smack!" The next day, before dawn, a loud slap sounded in the dormitory of the Feixu Palace, accompanied by this applause was the man's low voice shouting anger, "You ......", the man on the bed stared at the disheveled woman sitting on the bed in front of him, his eyes were suppressed rage, but seeing the woman's swollen face and the grievances and resentment in his eyes, Shengsheng suppressed his anger, ignored the woman on the bed, turned over and got out of bed, and called the palace maid to wait for him to tidy up his clothes and go out of the Feixu Palace.

It wasn't until the footsteps outside the door that it was almost inaudible, Mu Yan slowly exhaled a breath, and the anger of being violated made her slap the man without thinking, but the ensuing anger of the man made her think that he would kill her in the next moment, she was not afraid of death, but the man's anger still made her feel afraid.

Due to injuries on his back and face, Mu Yan was more uncomfortable lying down, so he sat on the couch under the window with the support of the palace maid, reading books to pass the boring time, but his thoughts couldn't help drifting away. The happy days that Sister Min Yan had with her were like a lifetime, and now she finally got her wish to marry the person she loved the most, she must be very happy! Mu Jin Feng, thinking of this name, her heart still has a shallow warmth, he is the man she likes for the first time in her life, every time she thinks of him, she has a trace of warmth in her eyes.

The days passed in a flash, and Mo Yanbei has never set foot in the Feixu Palace since that day after he left in a negative mood, and the women in the harem saw the master of the Feixu Palace fall out of favor, and they all tried their best to take advantage of this to gain favor again, but for three days in a row, the king was resting in the Longyin Palace, and did not go to any of the concubines' bedrooms, and even the Qin Concubine, who had always been favored, came to invite people several times on the grounds of physical discomfort, and the king sent people to invite the imperial doctor to consult about the matter. For a while, the palace masters couldn't figure out what the king was thinking.

In the study of Longyin Palace, Mo Yanbei stood quietly in front of the window with a cold face, in the past, the women rushed to flatter him, expecting him to be close to them, and she was the first person to refuse him to get close and make a bold move, if it was on other women in the past, he would have been dragged out and beheaded, but this bold woman, he was not only reluctant to behead, but also reluctant to reproach. In the past few days, he has not set foot in the Feixu Palace, but he knows everything in the Feixu Palace well, and he helplessly thinks that without him by his side, she will live more comfortably.

After a few days of recuperation, the redness and swelling on Mu Yan's face have subsided, and the wound on his back has begun to scab, and no one disturbs him, and the life is still leisurely. She later learned what had happened that day, and knew that she had blamed him, but she did not regret it, and although it was not wise to provoke him, it would make him annoy her, so that she could leave the palace as soon as possible and live the life she wanted.

Winter mornings are late in the morning, and the sunlight shines through the windows on the floor of the house. Mu Yan had breakfast and ordered someone to move the tea set to the pavilion outside the hall, in order to recuperate these days, she almost did not take a step out of the dormitory, plus the snow in the past few days, she didn't want to go out even more, it was rare that the weather was good today, and the snow on the tree also accumulated a thick layer, which was just right to make tea.

The palace maids set up the tea set, raised the fire of the red clay stove vigorously, and stood aside. Mu Yan held a muddy urn and walked slowly towards the pavilion, the snow in the urn was still crystal clear, obviously it had just been removed, and the palace maid wanted to reach out and take the urn in her hand, she shook her head gently at the little palace maid, and then entered the pavilion with the urn.

Mu Yan put the urn on the stone table, then put the copper kettle on the red clay stove, and then put the snow in the urn into the copper kettle, and after a while, the copper kettle remembered the sound of gurgling. Mu Yan skillfully put the tea leaves into the small purple sand pot, and the teaspoon collided with the small pot, making a tinkling sound, which made people feel relaxed and pleasant to listen to. The white fingers, separated by a towel, hold the handle of the copper kettle, and the steaming hot water is slowly poured into the purple clay pot from the slender mouth of the copper kettle in a graceful arc, and the fragrance of tea spreads out. After the purple clay pot was filled with water, she gently shook the teapot, poured all the tea soup in the pot into the snow urn, and then re-poured the boiling water in the copper pot into the purple clay pot, covered the pot, and slowly poured the tea into the small purple sand cup on the table. She picked up the small cup and sniffed the steamy water of the tea, with a faint smile on her face.

Mo Yanbei stepped into the Feixu Palace and saw such a scene, the beautiful face like jade loomed in the curling mist of tea, the sun passed through the mist, sprinkled on her curly long eyelashes, casting a beautiful shadow on her face, the already rippling eyes, there seemed to be rippling water waves under the steaming of the mist, which made people unconsciously indulge in it. I saw that after the beauty sniffed the tea gently, she handed the cup to the palace maid who was accompanying her, and the little palace maid seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly waved her hand and refused to take the cup.

"It's not just you, everyone in the pavilion has a share, you just have to drink. The beauty's faint voice thought softly in the pavilion, and when the little palace maid Nuo Nuo held the teacup, the beauty gave each of the pavilion a cup according to her words. Everyone hurriedly thanked them, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and drank it carefully, the sweetness of the tea spread between the lips and teeth after the slight astringency in the mouth, this is probably the best tea they have ever drunk in their lives.

Mo Yanbei saw that the palace maids were flattered and tasted tea, and suddenly became angry, and walked into the pavilion with a gloomy face. "All down. Mo Yanbei didn't look at the palace maids kneeling on the ground, only spit out a few words lightly, and sat straight at the stone table.

Mu Yan saw that his face was gloomy, and he didn't pay attention to it, just poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, then picked up another teacup and sniffed it lightly, sipping it in small sips, and tasting it slowly.

Mo Yanbei took the teacup, his fingers inadvertently swept over her slightly warm fingertips, his heart moved, so he squeezed the cup in his hand, took a sip of tea gently, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and his mood was much better for no reason, but he still minded those palace maids drinking the tea she made herself. "Why did you invite the palace maid to have tea?" he asked as if unintentionally, he was actually very curious about why she did this, as far as he could observe, she was not a servant, but had the bearing of a royal lady.

When Mu Yan heard this, she was stunned for a moment, she didn't like to taste tea, but she liked to make tea very much, and she liked the taste of tea. "The tea is brewed, it can't be wasted, and it's better to drink it for the palace ladies than to pour it out. As he spoke, Mu Yan poured another cup of tea, sniffed it lightly at the end of his nose, and then handed it to him again, took the empty cup he had drunk, repeated the action just now, and handed him another cup. Suddenly, there was a faint smile in his eyes, and he instantly understood her intention to invite the palace maid to taste tea. Moreover, he found that the tea she brewed was all ordinary varieties, and did not brew those hard-to-find teas, and those precious teas did not need to be very good tea art to brew excellent taste, but some ordinary tea leaves were more tests of tea-making skills.

Since then, whenever Mu Yan cooks tea, Mo Yanbei will appear, and the palace maids will never have the opportunity to drink the tea made by their master, but the Feixu Palace has also received a lot of rewarded tea, and gradually, everyone in the harem knows that the master of the Feixu Palace has returned to favor.