It was only at this moment that Mo Kongjing finally understood a fact, and also confirmed his conjecture.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, no one even went in to report and let them go directly.

This privilege has reached the point of frightening her, even if she is facing the crown prince, she has to report it, right? What's more, according to time, she is no longer a member of this dynasty at this moment! Even when she was in her heyday, she was so deeply favored by the emperor, but she didn't reach such a level!

"Auntie?" Seeing that Mo Kongjing was standing still in front of the door, Lan Xun asked nervously.

With a sigh, she shook her head and didn't want to say anything again, but it was too late to back down until this point, right? But now she's really scared, she's really a little scared. Afraid to get that answer, afraid that the result would be too heavy, so heavy that she couldn't afford it.

Just standing in front of the temple gate, she was a little frightened, and she didn't even dare to think deeper.

It's been a full eighty-five years, a lot of Jiazi, so many years have passed, but, but the imperial city in front of her, the palace in front of you, and even the palace in front of you are exactly the same as she remembers!

There is no change in the slightest, not even anything extra, this one is in a trance, as if she has returned to the cheeky and coquettish days when she was a child.

A hint of nostalgia finally surfaced in her eyes, and Lan Xun, who was already aware of this, was silent, not saying anything more, let alone urging.

I don't know how long I stood in front of the door before Mo Kongjing reacted. After shaking his head consciously, a wry smile finally hooked the corners of his lips. No wonder Shizun insisted on letting her come to this experience, and even wrote it as a last word in the blood book before he died.

It turned out that she still had an obsession in her heart. Those short and distant memories seem to be light, but they have long been imprinted in her bones.

There are some things that I don't want to remember, but I never forget.

The heaviest memories imprinted in the depths of memory will never be forgotten no matter what.

Sigh softly, "Let's go." Mo Kongjing indifferently raised her feet and stepped into her familiar palace, and the faint fragrance of flowers still lingered on the tip of her nose. A refreshing scent hits the face.

This is the smell of jasmine, I remember that at that time she just casually boasted that her father's palace smelled so good, and since then, the fragrance of jasmine has been flowing here. Never really dispersed.

The heavy memory came to his face like a flood beast, and after shaking his head, Mo Kongjing, who was unstable, subconsciously held on to the mahogany screen beside him. The memories of the past are too warm and too spoiled. So much so that when I think about it. Suddenly, my heart hurt and my nose was sore.

"Auntie, your father is inside, are you okay?" Cautiously raising her head, the woman in front of her, who had always had a cold face, seemed to be a little out of shape. Lan Xun didn't say anything, and knew that this palace that had never changed must have evoked some memories that had never changed.

Shaking his head indifferently, Mo Kongjing immediately lowered his eyes, and resolutely stepped over the mahogany screen and walked directly into the magnificent palace. These favors and doting all belong to the Emperor Ji Blue Water Mirror who favored the Imperial Capital when Shao He was thirteen years old, not to her Mo Kongjing. Although nostalgic. But she knew exactly what she wanted now, and she knew what she was going to do.

The emperor in front of him is only in his early forties. It is also the time when the spring breeze is in its prime. However, Mo Kongjing's memory has always stayed a long time ago, the handsome face that was not angry and arrogant, and the doting look in his eyes when he looked at her.

The emperor in front of her can also see the demeanor of her father back then, but he is not as young as the father in her memory. That's right, more than 80 years have passed, and whoever inherits the throne must have been a long time ago.

Looking at the handsome and peerless beauty in front of her, Lan Jingyan's emotions were very excited, and when she walked over quickly, she even had red eyes, and stretched out her trembling hands to grab her, but after a long time, she didn't dare to stretch out her hand rashly, but couldn't help muttering: "It's like, it's too similar, it turns out that what my father said is true!" There is really a road to heaven in the world, and there is really immortality! ”

For Mo Kongjing at this moment, although everything is exactly the same as in her memory, none of the people in the palace at this moment are old people. She didn't know any of them, and she didn't want to know them.

"I don't care what you've heard, I just want to know what I want to know when I come here, and I don't have that much time to talk to you." Raising her head indifferently, she looked directly at Lan Jingyan's somewhat reddened eyes, but she was secretly thinking in her heart how she would deal with it if things really developed to the point where she couldn't budget.

Lan Jingyan was stunned, and then he was relieved, staring at those eyes full of vigilance, he single-handedly said: "When the imperial sister left the imperial capital, I was not yet born, and it is reasonable for the imperial sister not to believe me. But after the royal sister goes to the secret room to see it, she will understand what everything is going on. ”

Seeing Mo Kongjing's noncommittal expression, he then ordered: "Xiao Xun, you wait here first." ”

"Yes, Father." Lan Xun respectfully stepped back and stood aside.

Mo Kongjing stood aside coldly, while Lan Jingyan twisted an incense burner, and the huge bookcase opened in response, and a dark secret passage appeared in front of the three of them.

Lan Jingyan took the lead in carrying an oil lamp, her thoughts turned slightly, so far she hadn't found anything abnormal, and she thought it would be fine. With this in mind, she stepped along, following the yellow figure in front of her.

It was a dimly lit chamber with a few quaint oil lamps scattered on the cold walls. When Lan Jingyan lit all the oil lamps, there was a faint light in the dim secret room.

Lan Jingyan was right, from the first step she stepped here, she had already understood everything that was going on.

There is nothing superfluous in this secret room, just the walls, desks, and bookcases are hung with lifelike portraits.

It is her portrait sitting or standing, playful or cold, and many portraits with different expressions are displayed in front of her.

When she left that year, she was only ten years old, and to what extent could she paint her adult appearance without leaving ten. How many pictures do you have to draw to really estimate what she will look like as an adult?

She didn't know how deep her father's feelings were on her, and she didn't want to know what her father thought back then, she only knew that this love and this sustenance were too heavy and too heavy.

She could almost imagine how long the overjoyed emperor had been alone in his study, how much time had been explicit, and how much effort had taken him to paint the portrait he was today.

The person in the painting, except for the lack of aura, is already eight points similar to her in terms of appearance.

(To be continued.) )