Mofu.

Although Mo Zijue has been back for a long time, Mo Mansion still seems very deserted and depressed.

It seems that although more than half a year has passed, the Mo Mansion still has not come out of Mo Ziyu's death.

At least the young general hadn't come out yet, so no one in the Mo Mansion dared to mention the name of the young lady, and the name of the hibiscus they hated so much.

On this day, Mo Zijue, as in the past, would sit in the boudoir before Mo Ziyu left the pavilion.

He was wearing an off-white robe, less of the arrogance on the battlefield, and a little more elegance all over his body, but the heroic spirit on his body would never exist in a scholar.

This room still maintains the appearance of Mo Ziyu before she got married, as if she has never left, as if she just followed her master to taste the herbs and travel, and it only takes a few days to come back.

As soon as she came back, the whole Mo Mansion seemed to exude vitality, the father who was not smiling on weekdays would show his long-lost little face, and the old servants in the family would be shaken by her before haha, the little maids would share the gifts she brought back.

Everyone was looking forward to her return.

But now I can't hope for her to come back.

Mo Zijue looked at the few articles left by Mo Ziyu over and over again, and every word seemed to be able to be memorized.

At this time, the servant outside reported: "Childe, Childe of Canyang is here!"

"Rong Qian?" Mo Zijue's brows frowned slightly, "He is Ziyu's senior brother, please invite him in quickly." ”

After a while, Rong Qian strode to the courtyard in front of Mo Ziyu, he hadn't stepped here for more than a year, the scenery was still the same, things were not people!

"Young Master Rong!" Mo Zijue clenched his fists and saluted, "Why are you free today?"

Rong Qian looked around the environment around the courtyard, and smiled faintly at Mo Zijue: "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"How could you not remember?" Mo Zijue hooked his lips and fell into memory.

That year was also winter, he came to give his sister her favorite pastries, but he didn't expect to see a man sneaking into his sister's yard behind the back door, he thought that this person was a flower thief, his heart was suddenly furious, a few steps forward, the two were together.

The thief didn't have any martial arts skills, he beat people down in a few strokes, and at this time his sister ran out of the house and shouted: "Brother, don't fight, this is my senior brother!"

I heard my sister mention that her master also has a big disciple, Mo Zijue stopped his fist, pulled the man on the ground up, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I thought I couldn't help but make a move when I entered a thief, and I hope to forgive me for the offense." ”

The person who was beaten was Rong Qian, this was the first time in his life that he was pressed to the ground and beaten, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it was me who broke into my sister's boudoir without saying hello, and I deserved to be beaten!"

The first time the two of them fought, it seemed that Mo Zijue had the upper hand, but he didn't expect that at night, his two fists were swollen like two casseroles for some reason, and he was so scared that he crawled to his sister to see a doctor.

Mo Ziyu diagnosed it and determined that it was poisoned, but the poison was given by her senior brother, and she couldn't solve it. Therefore, the next day, Mo Ziyu took her to the door to apologize to Rong Qian, and Rong Qian reluctantly called out the antidote.

Although the two don't know each other if they don't fight, from then on, Mo Zijue, the little overlord, will never dare to mess with Rong Qian.

Recalling the past, a light smile appeared on the mature and handsome faces of the two, and Mo Zijue sighed: "You don't know, it scared me at that time, watching the two fists become more and more swollen, I thought it was going to explode, and my two hands were going to be wasted!"

"You're embarrassed to say that the only time I've been beaten in my life is that you beat me!" Rong Qian also hooked his lips and smiled.

The two talked as they walked, and when they entered the house, Mo Zijue asked, "Brother Rong came here today, not just to reminisce about the past with me, right?"

"That's it. Rong Qian said, "I'm looking for you, in fact, there is one more thing." ”

Rong Qian said and took out a few pieces of paper from his arms, which were a few poems and a few articles, Mo Zijue took it, looked at them one by one, and asked suspiciously, "This is?"

This is an article poem that many literati are circulating today. ”

"Oh? Mo Zijue said, "I don't know who the author is, you specially showed it to me?"

"How familiar does this style look familiar?" Rong Qian said.

After being reminded by Rong Qian, Mo Zijue really felt a little familiar, he hurriedly walked to Mo Ziyu's desk, read the few articles left on the table again, frowned, and said: "This style of writing has the meaning of a few molecules of jade." I don't know who the author is?"

"King Qi's Mansion, Mrs. Ning!"

"Mrs. Ning, is she?" Mo Zijue's brows furrowed even deeper, "What is the relationship between her and Ziyu?"

Rong Qian said that the letter was handed to Mo Zijue, and Mo Zijue naturally recognized his sister's handwriting at once, and said in surprise: "This is Ziyu's handwriting! Ziyu, Jiang Liu, how can they know each other?"

"This Jiang Liu is indeed a very strange woman. Rong Qian relayed all the words that Mo Ziyu told him before to Mo Zijue.

"No wonder I've always felt that she is very familiar, and it feels a little similar to Ziyu. Every time I saw her, I vaguely saw Ziyu coming back. Mo Zijue frowned and said, "I didn't expect her to have such a deep relationship with Ziyu." It's just that she is a person that Ziyu believes in very much, and it is not surprising that she imitates Ziyu's style, but she didn't expect Ziyu to know her, and there is such a fate between the two. This is difficult for Mrs. Ning to be willing to offend King Qin for the sake of Ziyu. ”

"She's not just imitating her sister. Rong Qian said, "Her style of writing articles and poems is the same as that of her sister, she is also proficient in medical skills, and her techniques are also very imaginary with her sister, and even her personality is ...... I can't help but think about it sometimes, she seems to be another junior sister, if she really wants to imitate, if she doesn't get along with her junior sister day and night for several years, how can she imagine it like this? It's just that I have investigated that Jiang Liu, she only escaped from the famine with her father and came to the capital two years ago, and then she was bought into the Qi Wangfu as a slave, and she and her junior sister have no chance to meet each other at all!"

"What do you mean......"

"I don't know. Rong Qian shook his head gently, "Senior sister's letter is true, and Jiang Liu's conduct is also true." It's weird, but my gut tells me that Jiang Ryu is someone you can trust, so I don't know what it's all about. ”

"I don't have much contact with Jiang Liu, after you say this, I will think of some details of the relationship between the two of us, it is indeed worth recalling, if you have the opportunity, I have to ask her about it. Mo Zijue's eyes narrowed slightly and said.

"I'm just telling you what I know, what I suspect. Rong Qian said, "As for how to look at it, that's your own business." ”

The twenty-eighth day of the lunar month.

Shangguan Yu'er's poetry society met in the plum garden.

The people who participate in the poetry club are all well-known talented women in Beijing, and they get together once every three months, and each time they are full of poetry, which is quite elegant.

Originally, this poetry club was just for the convenience of everyone to talk about poetry together, but I didn't expect that it gradually changed some tastes, and those who entered the poetry club felt that they were talented and superior, and looked down on those who did not enter the poetry club.

This poetry club has a link of poetry every year, which used to be for entertainment, but now it has become a bit utilitarian, if there is more ranking in this poetry, it will become more capital to talk about.

These things that originally went against the original intention made Shangguan Yu'er, the original organizer of the poetry club, very helpless. This poetry club was originally an elegant thing, but now it has become cheesy, so that she feels bored to continue to participate, and bored to quit.

This year, she originally wanted to say that she was sick and not participated, but she didn't expect that the last time she met Mo Ziyu, she was able to invite her over, she admired and liked Mo Ziyu's talent very much, and this time Mo Ziyu was able to participate, which made her look forward to this poetry club again.

As one of the initiators of this gathering, Shangguan Yu'er came to the Plum Garden very early to organize, although the people who came to the poetry meeting today are all talented, but there are inevitably vassal and elegant mermaids, these people are very picky, so she has to prepare the party in all aspects.

When the time came, everyone arrived one after another, Shangguan Yu'er received her, and when she met someone she liked, she would say a few words, and when she met someone she looked down on, she had to say a few perfunctory words, but her mind was always on Mo Ziyu's body, looking for her figure everywhere.

In the past, they were talking about poetry, but now they are talking about the strange news in Beijing and the changes that happened in the palace, Shangguan Yu'er felt bored, so she went to the gate and waited for Mo Ziyu's arrival.

Mo Ziyu didn't mean to be late, she had also participated in this poetry club when she was the real Mo Ziyu in her previous life, but after coming twice, she felt that it was not interesting, and she never came again. If it weren't for Shangguan Yu'er's invitation this time, she wouldn't have been interested in coming.

Secondly, Mo Ziyu didn't want to set foot in Meiyuan again, it was here that she saved Liu Ling, who was covered in blood and water, and that was one of the most regrettable things she had ever done. If she could have walked away back then, no matter what was going on, all the things that followed would not have happened.

After getting out of the carriage, Mo Ziyu shook her clothes, and saw Shangguan Yu'er waiting for her from a distance, her heart warmed, and she hurriedly stepped forward, took her hand, and said with a smile: "It's such a cold day, you are waiting for me again!"

"It's noisy inside, but it's not as quiet here. Shangguan Yu'er smiled, "I thought you weren't coming!"

"Since you have opened your mouth, how can I miss the appointment?" Mo Ziyu smiled, "You have been standing here for a long time, your hands are stiff, hurry up and go in and have a glass of wine to warm up!"

When the words fell, the two entered hand in hand, and as soon as the two of them appeared, everyone's eyes looked over.

One of them is the concubine of King Qi's mansion, and the other is the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who is about to become the princess of Qin, and now the relationship between King Qi and King Qin is like fire and water, the relationship between the two is so close, it is difficult for others not to think about it.

Another point, Mo Ziyu's background, she used to be just a maid, although a few pieces of poetry flowed out, in the end it was still disdainful, and there was no explanation for the unclear relationship between her and Mi Zi, which inevitably made people disgusted.

Some people's disgust is shown in their hearts, and their faces are still smiling as always, and some people's dislike will not be held back, and they said in a weird way: "Miss Shangguan, why are you with her?"

Shangguan Yu'er looked puzzled and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you know who she is?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"The people we came here today are all innocent, all of them are talented and famous, it doesn't seem appropriate for her to come here, right? If anyone in our poetry club can come in, who will want to come in the future? If Miss Shangguan insists on going her own way, I'm afraid it will ruin our years of hard work!"