At the beginning of winter, Concubine Yan gave birth to a son, who was the second prince of Emperor Rui, named Luquan.

Emperor Rui was extremely happy, and the palace celebrated together, especially the full moon banquet after January, which was more than twice better than when Ziyu was born.

Concubine Hua hugged her worries, she looked at the empty seat beside her, and her brows were piled together.

There, it should have been Concubine Jin's position.

This year, Concubine Jin's health deteriorated.

Most of the imperial doctors said that it was due to her weak physique, but Hua Mo suspected that this matter was from Concubine Yan.

She and Concubine Jin have not met much, but they understand that to be able to accompany the emperor's side often, she must also have a delicate mind, and it is impossible not to understand why her body is the reason.

Thinking about it, I have already guessed that it was Concubine Yan's trouble, but she was afraid of her young son, and she had no intention or strength to fight.

What I didn't expect was that Concubine Yan's heart was really ruthless, and it had only been less than half a year, and Concubine Jin was so weak that she couldn't even participate in this kind of family banquet.

She thought of the poor prince and turned her head to look at Ziyu who was sitting on the side.

Ziyu was wearing bright yellow clothes, sitting with her head down, unable to see joy and sorrow, silent, and didn't know what to think again.

Throughout the family banquet, Concubine Yan and Rui Di laughed and answered, and no one ever asked about the child or his mother.

As a mother, Hua Mo couldn't help but feel a little pitiful for Ziyu. She had the fruit bowl of lychees and honeydew melons that only a few concubines had to be brought to Ziyu, and then smiled as kindly as she could at him.

Ziyu, who was only more than a year old, knew that he nodded gently in thanks, but until he left, the fruit bowl did not move a bit.

Soon, in the joy of the birth of the second prince, the palace welcomed a lively but pale year-end period.

Mo Yi has been here three times in total, and coincidentally, every time he has encountered the moment of leaving sorrow and crying.

He still didn't talk much, just played the flute. When he sleeps peacefully, he will leave again.

Hua Mo once tried to go to the small courtyard where he lived, but he always forgot where he was going on the way, and when he returned to his dormitory, he would hurriedly remember and forget again.

In the end, Hua Mo finally gave up, thinking that this was a special method used by Mo Yi, so that he could still come and go freely in this palace.

Concubine Jin didn't survive the New Year. In this palace, the withered flowers in the middle of the road are often not seen, no one thinks it is strange, and the palace people only add a sentence of 'jealousy and red face' when they are chatting.

The New Year's Festival is approaching, and the red lanterns that have been hung up early in the palace cannot be removed, so only a white color is spread in Concubine Jin's mansion.

Such a stark contrast makes the palace that originally retained the joy of the emperor seem even more dead.

When bidding farewell, Concubine Hua went to worship with her concubines.

I saw that in front of the mourning hall, Ziyu was wearing a small white linen filial piety robe, kneeling in front of the brazier, not moving.

He burned incense and recited the blessings.

Concubine Hua took the worry from the nurse's hand, but did not leave immediately.

Because she was afraid that she would be frozen, Hua Mo specially asked her brother to bring back the fur of the white fox from the northwest, and a white cloak was placed by a skillful craftsman, just to wrap the worry tightly.

At that time, she was still young and couldn't sit steadily, so she could only sit on Hua Mao's shoulder.

Sorrow seems to have been contaminated with the sad atmosphere in this temple, and it is very quiet without sleep.

"Bang, bang, bang!" a dull sound sounded in front of the mourning hall.

Hua Mo raised his eyes and looked over, only to see Ziyu kowtowing three times.

The nurse who was in charge of taking care of him immediately helped Ziyu up, and the snow-white handkerchief pressed on his forehead, which immediately turned a bloody color.

Hua Mo was shocked, wondering how such a young child could understand this.

She looked back at the sorrow in her arms, and when she saw her staring intently, for some reason, there seemed to be a burst of moisture in her black jewel-like eyes.

The sad atmosphere did not last long, and several of the concubines who were accepted by Ruidi a few years ago were pregnant, and the New Year had arrived, and the whole country was jubilant.

The whereabouts of Ziyu have not been decided. Although Hua Mo felt a little pity for him, there was no way to ask him to his palace.

She understands that she is not Concubine Yan, she does not have the grace of Emperor Rui, and if she forcibly brings Ziyu to her side, she will only make herself an enemy. After all, as long as he is a prince, he may get the supreme throne of power in the world, and every one of them will be a thorn in Concubine Yan's side.

If the question is left on hold, it becomes not a problem. No one was willing to take the initiative to raise Ziyu, so he continued to be carried by his nursing mother, but without his mother's love, it was naturally conceivably miserable.

Hua Mo was suddenly grateful to Mo Yi from the bottom of her heart, if she hadn't met him, now she was afraid that she would be the same as Concubine Jin, so prosperous that she would eventually turn into a handful of loess under her feet, no one could pity her, and the rest was just the gossip of the world.

From a little fear to today's calmness, in the past few years, Hua Mo has figured out how to get along with Mo Yi.

He didn't come much, often didn't even say much, but every sentence was a special instruction.

For example, he would tell her what color clothes or hairpins Redi likes recently, or which of everyone's lyrics he is obsessed with.

Relying on such guidance, Hua Mo walked on the ground in the deep palace. Not only can it not be favored, but it also makes Ruidi not lose his interest in her.

Slowly, Hua Mo also discovered many secrets of Mo Yi.

Although he was dressed in white every time he came, she could vaguely smell some of the blood on his body. And his left arm, a horrible scar that no ordinary calamity can inflict.

But Hua Mo didn't ask, she understood that Mo Yi didn't want her to contact him, that was his bottom line.

Two more years have passed without incident, and I am already three years old.

She is active and very lively.

It's just that growing up day after day, Hua Mao's heart began to mess up.

The jade snow is lovely, although it is only so old, but it can already glimpse the appearance of the city in the future.

Hua Mo looks ordinary, and she is not like her, but when it comes to Ruidi, she always feels that it is difficult to match the number.

Slowly, some people added fuel to the fire, and for a while, it was rumored in the palace that it was not like Emperor Rui, and rumors spread everywhere.

Hua Mo was anxious in her heart, and finally opened her mouth to ask Mo Yi.

Not far from worrying about the ball, Mo Yi stood under the eaves of the court and watched.

"Isn't it your and Ruidi's flesh and blood, shouldn't you know best?"

Hua Mo bit her lower lip: "What's the use of me believing alone, now the rumors in the palace are scattered, if you don't want to suppress it, I'm afraid that in the future, I will let Liwu be blinded and bullied by others." ”

"The Hua family holds the military power in this court, even if Li Wu is really not the flesh and blood of Emperor Rui, he will not do anything. The big deal is cold treatment. But a companion is like a tiger, and this is not necessarily a disaster. If you talk about this method of proof, I'm afraid that if you don't wait for you to find it yourself, this Ruidi will have to take action. Don't worry, don't say that this sorrow is your own flesh and blood, even if it's not, I will make this true. Mo Yi said lightly, the expression on his face was calm, as if this was not a big deal.

Hua Mo was a little frustrated, she thought that if it was what she wanted, he should be satisfied, after all, those things were easy for him.

Sure enough, as Mo Yi expected, within a few days, the careful Hua Mo found a small wound on Liwu's wrist. She remembered 'dripping blood to recognize relatives', and it seemed that Ruidi was really unable to hold her breath.

After another period of time, Rui Di's attitude towards her eased a little, and he added the title to the little sorrow, calling her 'Princess Chaoyang'.

This meaning was clearly revealed, and for a while, no one in the palace spread those rumors. They knew in their hearts that Rui Di had already affirmed Liwu, no matter whether she was a real princess or not, the moment the title was established, no one should question it.

Hua Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt that she was still stuck in her throat. Rui Di's distrust and Mo Yi's disbelief made her true temperament, which she had finally recovered, become more and more cold.

There is no one in this world who can help her unconditionally, this is a cruel truth.

It's just that Emperor Rui is carrying the power of the emperor, and Mo Yi is because of his nature?

Hua Mo had already confirmed her speculation, but on that day, she subverted all the thoughts in her heart.

On that day, it was still in the open pool.

Li Wei had long been accustomed to Mo Yi beside her, she lay on the screen fence and threw fish food into the lotus pond, causing the koi fish in the pond to swim all over the pond, and the scene of competing for food made Li Wei giggle.

Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at her and put aside the book he was reading.

A palace person came to report that His Majesty had rewarded some rare silk and asked Hua Mo to take inventory.

Hua shook his head, whispered goodbye to Mo Yi, and then left with the palace people.

When I came to the guest house, I saw a pair of shoes mixed in the newly arrived silk. The upper is a rare snow satin, and the sole is made of something that is light and soft.

Hua Mo liked it at first sight, and immediately took off his somewhat bulky bead and jade side shoes and replaced them with new shoes.

After counting the silk, the palace people went back to their lives, and Hua Fufu rushed to the pool again.

As soon as I walked on the bluestone road, I saw Mo Yi's side face from afar. Under the sun, he showed a rare smile, and looked at Li Wu intently.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Hua Mo was silent under her feet because of her new shoes. She could clearly hear the milky voice of Liwu say a word: "Mo Yi, they don't like to eat this fish food." Can you change something else for me?"

When Hua Mo heard this, she was stunned on the spot.

You must know that in front of himself, Liwu has always called him a master. Moreover, because she was afraid of worrying about talking nonsense, Mo Yi didn't tell her about the Dao.

What made Hua Mo even more dumbfounded was that Mo Yi didn't blame, he didn't show anger, he still smiled at the corner of his lips, and said softly: "Okay." And sure enough, he used a spell to transform some cooked corn kernels.

Li Wei fed the fish new food, clapped his hands and smiled: "Look, they like to eat!"

Mo Yi smiled and said, "It's good if you're happy." ”

That kind of expression, infinite spoiling.

Hua Mo remembered that Mo Yi was not cold by nature, he had not come to the palace to visit them for a short time, but every time he came, he would bring some gadgets to Liwu, from straw dragonflies to rattles, and he never had an empty hand.

Although in this magnificent palace, these are worthless things. But at first glance, it took some thought, and even if it was sent, it was the most exquisite.

But these thoughts, like his eyes now, are just for the sake of worrying alone.

Hua Mo couldn't help but take a step back. The pace was heavier, and the koi in the pond scattered in shock. Mo Yi realized that she was coming back, and suddenly looked back.

The four eyes were facing each other, and Hua Moo's heart was beating like numbness.