By the time the old housekeeper returned to King Qing's Mansion, it was already completely dark.

The dark canopy was covered with stars, and in the early summer nights, everything was quiet, and only a few insects could be heard occasionally.

The old housekeeper sighed, still remembering the poor Liuqu in his heart, Liuqu didn't do anything, but he just accidentally ran to Gu Lanyuan, and as a result, he suffered this flying disaster.

Mo Wengu went to Cangzhou to release grain on the holy order in the past few days, and he didn't know how he would react when he came back to learn the news that Liuqu had been sent away.

The old butler shook his head helplessly, and walked back to the palace with heavy steps.

Mo Wengu returned home at midnight.

This time I went to Cangzhou to release grain, all the way was dusty, the boat and car were tired, Mo Wengu was very tired, so as soon as he returned home, he first asked people to call the housekeeper.

Mo Wengu does not have a personal maid, and is served by a housekeeper on weekdays.

"The slave participates in the prince." After the old housekeeper saw Mo Wengu, he saluted him as usual.

Mo Wengu gathered his eyebrows tiredly, sat down in the spacious fox fur bench, and the first thing he asked was Liu Chuimian: "Has the princess slept?" ”

"Back to the prince's words, the princess has already slept." The old butler replied fifteen-ten.

Mo Wengu faded away the big daunting on his body, and he was inexplicably relieved in his heart: "Since this is the case, this king will not go to Gu Lanyuan to see her." Butler, go and prepare some hot water for the king, who is going to bathe and sleep. ”

"Yes." The old butler didn't say anything superfluous, only nodded calmly in reply.

The old housekeeper in Pingsuri was attentive to him, but today the old housekeeper looked listless, and there seemed to be a faint low mood between his eyebrows. ”

"What else does the prince command?"

Mo Wengu looked at him carefully, and saw that the old butler's cloudy eyes were slightly dyed with a circle of scarlet, and Mo Wengu asked keenly: "Is there anything else you haven't told this king?" ”

The old butler bowed his head grovely, hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "There is indeed one thing, but the slave does not know whether to say it or not. ”

Mo Wen stared at him and sneered: "Butler, when did you learn to beat around the bush like this?" If you have anything to say, just say it. ”

The housekeeper pursed his lips and said: "This afternoon, the princess ordered the slave to throw away Liuqu, Liuqu is your favorite dog, but the princess is your favorite person, so the slave has not dared to speak." ”

The housekeeper was afraid that Mo Wengu would think that he was complaining to him, so he didn't plan to say it at all.

Hearing the news from the housekeeper's mouth, although Mo Wengu was a little surprised, he didn't have much ups and downs: "Where did you throw it?" ”

"The slave threw it in Xue He County."

Mo Wengu raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, since Mian'er doesn't like Liuqu, then let her go." This is just a small matter, and this king will never blame you, so go down and prepare a bath for this king. ”

"Yes." The old butler replied yes, and immediately withdrew from Mo Wengu's dormitory.

He tried to think about many reactions, but he didn't think that Mo Wengu would be so frivolous, it seems that the prince is really very happy with Liu Blowing Mian, for the sake of a willow blowing Mian, the prince does not hesitate to give up everything, even including his own own flesh and blood......

The old butler shook his head, and had to sigh that the world was unpredictable.

Mo Wengu was physically and mentally exhausted, so he didn't have time to take care of these things, and after taking a comfortable hot bath, he fell asleep deeply.

When I woke up, it was already the sunshine windowsill, half an hour later than usual.

Mo Wengu was dressed in clothes, bathed in the morning light, and wanted to go to Gu Lanyuan to visit Liu Fumian.

Gu Lanyuan was next to his dormitory, not far away, when Mo Wengu walked into the garden, he happened to see Mo Luo and another girl walking outside with an elm piano.

The piano is Shu Qing's, Mo Wengu suddenly remembered the situation when Shu Qing sat cross-legged in the hall and stroked the piano in the past, and he had listened to the "Beauty Song" more than a hundred times. At first, he only felt distressed when he heard the flowing piano sound, but now he actually misses the clear and tactful "Beauty Song".

Mo Wengu stood under the door, and at this time he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the euphemistic and sometimes high-pitched piano sound at that time, thinking about it, he couldn't help but show a smile.

At this time, Mo Luo inadvertently caught a glimpse of Mo Wengu's figure, and she panicked, and the piano in her hand accidentally hit the corner of the table on the side, and a string burst open, emitting a harsh and short note.

Mo Luo and the other girl were so frightened that they hurriedly knelt down to him, and their whole bodies fell to the ground: "The slave has seen the prince." ”

"What are you doing here?" Mo Wengu put away the smile on his face and asked curiously.

When Mo Luo heard this, he hurriedly replied: "The princess wants to use this hall as a place for her to practice swords in the future, so let the slave maid move this qin out." ”

Mo Wen Gu was stunned, yes, Liu Fumian likes to dance knives and swords, and never likes any piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this piano was brought by Shu Qing from Shu Mansion, and it has always been placed in Gu Lanyuan and has never been moved, Shu Qing loves it tightly on weekdays, and he has to smear the strings with wax oil every day, so he takes good care of it, he thought that after Shu Qing was released from prison, he would at least come back to get this piano, but he didn't expect that she didn't even want to see him again.

Finding that he was inadvertently distracted again, Mo Wen hurriedly retracted his thoughts and nodded: "There is nowhere to put it in Gu Lanyuan, so let's move this piano to me first." ”

"Yes." Moluo and the other girl hurriedly and carefully carried the qin out of the room.

Mo Wengu left the piano room and walked straight to Liu Fumian's bedroom.

When Mo Wengu pushed open the door, Liu Fumian was holding a sword and gesturing, even if she was pregnant, her neat and neat posture was still as heroic as usual. A cold blade slashed through the air, making a rattling sound.

Under the sun, Liu Chuimian's sweaty skin seemed to be glowing slightly, thinking that at the beginning, Mo Wengu was attracted by Liu Chuimian's serious and focused expression, at that time she was really shocked, like a fairy descending to earth.

Mo Wen thought about it day and night, and wanted to marry her home, and then watched her dance the sword in front of his eyes every day.

After Liu Fumian's set of swordsmanship, Mo Wengu couldn't help but smile and applaud.

When Liu Chuimian heard the applause, he immediately put away his sword, and looked at him with surprise and joy: "Lord Wang? How did you get back? When did you come back? ”