Mo Shihuan was busy because of the plague, but Zhuo Chen was not idle, because recently, the emperor was always concerned about the harem, and he was not interested in military affairs at all, so all the power was handed over to Zhuo Chen.

Every time Zhuo Chen returned to the palace after being busy, it was already late at night, and although he was tired, Zhuo Chen still couldn't suppress his thoughts about Mo Shihuan, and this feeling deepened little by little over time.

"Lord Wang, it's night, it's time for you to rest." The housekeeper cared about Zhuo Chen, after all, the housekeeper was also an old man in the palace, and he grew up watching Zhuo Chen, and he didn't expect that there would be someone who could make Zhuo Chen so worried now.

Zhuo Chen didn't say anything, just asked the housekeeper to go back to rest early, but when he went out, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, the feelings of longing rose again little by little, thinking that if it wasn't for the plague, maybe such a quiet and beautiful night like water, the two of them were you and me.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Zhuo Chen became, this kind of feeling made Zhuo Chen feel strange, he wanted to laugh for a while, and he felt sour in his heart for a while, as if he had something wrong with him.

Then, Zhuo Chen turned around and returned to his desk, picked up his pen and paper, and expressed his lovesickness regardless of time.

Although Mo Shihuan is busy every day, the two of them are like a soul in their hearts, and when Zhuo Chen misses her, she also feels something in her heart, after all, no matter how busy the plague is, there is also a time to have leisure.

Just like at this time, Mo Shihuan was sitting at the table alone, everything was arranged properly, but what appeared in front of him was Zhuo Chen's appearance, what he said, his movements, his eyes, and even the special smell of ambergris on his body.

"Miss!" At this moment, Feiying hurried to Mo Shihuan's side, his hair on both temples was already messy, and he was still holding a letter in his hand, looking very anxious.

Mo Shihuan raised his head suddenly, startled by the flying eagle, and his eyes suddenly fell on the letter in the flying eagle's hand, "Flying eagle? What are you? ”

"The letter from the prince was delivered last night, although it is so far away, but it still arrived in your hands this morning, because the prince specially instructed that no matter what, someone should send it quickly." Feiying was tired and out of breath, but when he said Zhuo Chen's thoughts about Mo Shihuan, Feiying suddenly became chattering.

Mo Shihuan listened to Feiying's words, his heart was suddenly moved, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, after all, he was also a little eager to know the content of the letter, so he sent Feiying perfunctorily.

Feiying scratched his head and left, but he still couldn't help muttering, "Look at these two people spreading dog food here, I'm tired, I guess I'll be tired in the future!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Shihuan, who had finished reading the letter, smiled happily, and stopped Feiying, "Feiying, you sent the letter from the prince quickly, thank you, why do I want to reply to the letter now, right, but I have to trouble you." ”

After that, Mo Shihuan wrote to tell Zhuo Chen all the bits and pieces of his life here, and at the end of the letter, he generously told Zhuo Chen his thoughts, after all, it was a letter at this time, and it was always easier to speak than back then.

Feiying was helpless, but seeing the two of them so sweet, he was actually very happy in his heart, after all, it is rare for two masters to be so good.

In this way, Mo Shihuan and Zhuo Chen will exchange letters whenever they are free, even if it is a small thing in life, both of them are very happy.

However, it was not only Feiying who learned that the two exchanged letters, but there was also a person who was paying attention to Mo Shihuan all the time, so it was natural to know the correspondence between Zhuochen and Mo Shihuan.

"My lord, the letter you asked for was finally intercepted, and no one found it." A man in black strode to Zi Yunlan's side, holding a letter tightly in his hand, and the letter's signature clearly read, "Harvest joy." ”

It turned out that when Zi Yunlan learned about Mo Shihuan and Zhuo Chen's non-stop correspondence, she was already very unhappy in her heart, and this time she even took the risk of asking the people around her to intercept the letters, and now that she finally got one, Zi Yunlan couldn't help but snatch the letters and sent everyone away.

The content of the letter is the daily life of Mo Shihuan and Zhuo Chen, but the ambiguous words in it are so dazzling in Zi Yunlan's opinion, he has never believed that there is really that kind of relationship between Zhuo Chen and Mo Shihuan, and now it seems that he is just lying to himself.

However, the letter was placed in front of him, and the jealous anger in Zi Yunlan's heart was still rising, his fists were clenched even tighter, and he turned around and threw the letter on the candle flame.

"Mo Shihuan, no matter what, I must ......" Zi Yunlan didn't finish his sentence, but his hideous face became more and more terrifying.

At this time, Zhuo Chen was facing Mo Shaoxuan, who was disguised, and only after some inquiry did Zhuo Chen speak, "In this way, you shouldn't see any flaws, you can't let go of any disturbances in the palace!" ”

After Mo Shaoxuan agreed, she was sent to the palace by Zhuo Chen, and went to inquire about all kinds of news in the palace, after all, she had changed her face, and she couldn't see anything.

Soon, Zhuo Chen got the news that Mo Ze had been transferred from the cold palace to the outside of the palace, and at the same time, the emperor was also preparing to go to a temple, which made Zhuo Chen very vigilant.

And when Concubine Shu learned that the emperor had such a special itinerary, she came to the emperor's side early to flatter her, and said all the good things about it.

"Your Majesty, you have been busy with national affairs recently, and you have been going to the temple to pray for blessings, as the mother of this palace, I naturally want to accompany you." Concubine Shu looked flattering, but in the end she persuaded the emperor.

Subsequently, Concubine Shu was complacent, and even took King Wu with her, after all, Concubine Shu would not miss all the opportunities that could be performed, especially not to let King Wu miss it.

However, when Zhuo Chen learned everything, he suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart, because Zhuo Chen, the temple that the emperor was going to go to this time, had never heard of it, something was strange, and it was impossible for Zhuo Chen not to be vigilant.

"Father, the sons have been busy with military affairs recently and can't go to the plague place together, in order to be able to pray for the safe return of Mo Shihuan and the people from the Tai Hospital, and quickly deal with the plague, so the sons should also go to pray, and hope that the father can agree." Zhuo Chen casually made an excuse, thinking that only by following him in person could he understand what was going on.

The emperor felt that what Zhuo Chen said made sense, so he agreed, and in his heart, he was even more concerned about the plague on Mo Shihuan's side, so he decided to take Zhuo Chen with him.