Ni Luo found that since then, Yue Zhimu's words have become very few, and he knows how to take care of every material carefully all day long, and then he sits at the table, drawing new styles of patterns one after another. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That's right, every new dress in the Splendid Workshop, all the patterns are from Yue Zhimu's hands, and the logo of the Splendid Workshop specially painted by Yue Zhimu is also added to it, and others can't imitate it even if they want to.

In the past, Yue Zhimu only drew two pictures a day, if he was in a good mood, he would draw two more, and if he was in a bad mood, he would not draw more, but today, he has already drawn five pictures in two hours, and his hands have not stopped, Ni Luo looked at Yue Zhimu's posture, what kind of mood is this?

"Master, there's a message from Hai Gongzi."

Ni Luo couldn't help but feel a little distressed in her heart as she watched Yue Zhimu tirelessly lying in front of the table and drawing, but this time, she didn't know what Yue Zhimu was thinking.

"Well, when?"

Yue Zhimu was holding a thin golden pen in her hand and tracing it gently, and asked without raising her head, obviously, she could also guess what Hai Yusheng's news would be.

"Hai Gongzi said it, it's tomorrow."

Ni Luo put the small note he was holding in his hand on the corner of Yue Zhimu's table, looking at Yue Zhimu's serious appearance, his face was full of desire to speak.

"What's wrong? Anything else? ”

Yue Zhimu finally traced the last blank of the pattern in his hand, so he put down the pen, brushed the broken hair next to his sideburns behind his ears, and looked at Ni Luo with a smile.

"Master, that thing ......"

Ni Luo was a little hesitant, speaking of which, that matter was not only the master, even she was quite concerned, how could there be such a coincidental thing in this world, the name and appearance were all exactly the same, it was really hard to believe, this was not the handiwork of some people with ulterior motives.

"Don't worry about him," Yue Zhimu picked up the drawing paper on the table and blew it, and kept fanning the wind with his hand against the undried paint, and said lightly, "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and it's not that there is no chance, so there is no need to rush at this time." ”

"But ......"

"Don't worry, I've waited for so many years, do you think I won't be able to hold back this short few days?"

Yue Zhimu couldn't help laughing, she knew in her heart that Ni Luo was worried about her, and although there was no clue about that matter, it couldn't be just forgotten, paper always couldn't contain the fire, so she was not in a hurry.

"Yes, the master has a plan in his heart, and Ni Luo will no longer trespass," Ni Luo bowed respectfully, and the worry on his face obviously faded a lot.

She was afraid that the master would investigate this matter by herself without saying a word, but now it seems that the master does not have such thoughts, he is just waiting for a suitable time, if this is the case, she will be relieved.

"It's not arrogant, thank you, Ni Luo," Yue Zhimu didn't actually have any concept of being a master and a servant, but she preferred people who were self-conscious and self-aware.

Ni Luo didn't answer, just smiled, and then pointed to the note on the table and asked, "Do you want to reply to Hai Gongzi's message?" ”

"Let's go back a little bit, and tell him that I will wait for him directly at the gate of Weiyang City." Yue Zhimu thought about it, she decided not to go with Hai Yusheng, Xu Yuqing of the province stupidly ate vinegar for no reason,

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Ni Luo respectfully stepped back and wrote a reply, leaving Yue Zhimu alone to think about something, thinking about it and couldn't help laughing.

I really don't understand, why does Senior Brother Hai like this brainless type, is it possible to achieve it just because he can be captured with his face without bothering about it?

Of course, Yue Zhimu wouldn't know that at this time, in the Qingxin Sect, Hai Yusheng, who was carefully packing up his baggage by Xu Yuqing, sneezed for no reason.

Xuanyang Kingdom.

Murong Feng leaned comfortably on the lap of the woman in the palace costume and closed his eyes to recuperate, allowing a Qianqianyu hand to bring the peeled grapes to his lips, and he forced him to close his eyes and open his mouth to eat, but his hand pinched a certain place on the palace woman's body from time to time, making the palace woman smile uncontrollably.

This delicately colored palace dress woman is what I said earlier, Jing Yuan waited for Xue Wen's daughter Xue Erning, as soon as she entered the palace, she was sealed by Murong Feng as Xue Guifei, and she was spoiled all day long, and the concubines who were called into the palace together at that time almost never caught Murong Feng, let alone those show girls who were still waiting in the Chuxiu Pavilion.

When Murong Qing was introduced into the Flying Snow Hall by Chengfu, he saw such a scene, at this time, Murong Feng was simply like the Merry Emperor recorded in the history books, and besides, the clothes on this Xue Guifei were really a little small, and he was a little embarrassed to see it.

"Your Majesty, King Qing is here," Cheng Fu walked to Murong Feng's side, reminded him gently, and by the way, he also glanced at the silky Xue Guifei.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't hurry up when the Qing prince comes," Xue Guifei also knew each other, but she was not pampered and arrogant, so she hurriedly sprinkled at Murong Feng, her mouth was delicate and warm, and Murong Feng couldn't help but feel sorry for it, but Murong Qing was still at the door.

Murong Qing is the third among their brothers, in addition to Murong Yue's own brother, he also has a better relationship with Murong Feng, as for the other two brothers, Murong Mo, the king of Qi, and Murong Le, the king of Chen, have long since since heard the news of Murong Yue's death, they all said that they were sick and closed their doors, and there was no more sound.

"I don't know what the emperor ordered to summon his subordinates to come?"

Listening to the voice of the Xue Guifei, Murong Qing's goosebumps couldn't help but feel like a goosebump, but he still had to ask patiently, he didn't understand a little, if the imperial brother wanted to summon him, why didn't he choose to be in the imperial study, but here.

"Third child, you're going to leave tomorrow to defend the country, right?"

Even in front of Murong Qing, Murong Feng was still half-paralyzed, leaning on Xue Guifei's body, and constantly chewing the grapes that Xue Guifei fed her mouth.

"Back to the emperor, it's tomorrow." Murong Qing replied respectfully, but he never looked up at Murong Feng, but kept his head humbly down.

"Well, do you have faith?" Murong Feng asked casually, reaching out and pinching Xue Guifei's white and tender little face.

"Brother Chen is willing to do his best to promote my Xuanyang national prestige."

"Well, okay, then you can go back, remember to pay attention to safety when you leave."

Murong Qing's answer was firm and powerful, but Murong Feng's words were not painful, and now Murong Qing was a little embarrassed, and he jointly summoned him into the palace, just to ask this sentence?

"Yes, my brother is retiring."

Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, Murong Qing still respectfully retired, and he was thinking all the way back to the house, did he wait for a while, and he would be like the eldest brother and seventh brother, and it would be better to directly say that he was sick?

He always felt that the atmosphere in Xuanyang seemed to be a little different recently.