In a study room in King Liang's Mansion, Han Mofeng sat in front of the bookcase and quickly browsed the news from everywhere, and he couldn't see a trace of change in his handsome face; After reading it, he decisively picked up the wolf howling lake pen on the side and worked hard to write, and after a while, three or five pieces of good Luoyang rice paper were written, and when the ink was dry, he put these written papers into a prepared envelope and sealed it with fire paint, and handed it to the guards standing outside; The guard skillfully took the letter and turned to go out.

When the guards went out, he began to stare at the window outside.

But after a while, I heard someone outside report: "Lord Shizi, it's time for breakfast." This was Han Mu's voice, he stood up and walked out without hurry, and the two came to the restaurant together;

It's not so much a dining room, but a dining table and two dining chairs added to the outer room of his study.

As Han Mofeng sat down, the next person also quickly set up the breakfast, a crystal shrimp dumpling, a steamed pumpkin, a steamed pork ribs plus two side dishes, and a big bowl of noodles This is Han Mofeng's breakfast, simple and rich.

As the big bowl of noodles was placed on the table, Han Mofeng still caught a glimpse of the strangeness of his subordinates, in fact, his breakfast has been since the death of his father and princess ten years ago, in addition to the daily changes of the dishes, there must be a basket of steamed buns and two steamed buns;

Since he came back from his injury yesterday, he didn't want to eat these two things, so he switched to a big bowl of noodles for the reason that he was injured and the noodles were easy to digest and absorb.

Han Mu, who was close to the prince every day, looked at his grandfather at the table after eating breakfast as usual, and rolled his eyes disdainfully, he could really pretend.

Lin Shu still woke up early like yesterday, looking at the little girl next to him who was still asleep; I decided not to wake up the little girl, after all, this child has been dreaming all night.

Lin Shu, who was dressed, stood in front of the mirror and took a look, he was dressed well, his clothes were neatly worn, and the clothes were tied with straps that were eye-catching, and he couldn't help but turn around twice in a cheerful mood.

The man in black in the corner complained silently, girl, I know you are beautiful, you can't be reserved.

Lin Shu, who was sitting in front of the dresser, stared at his beautiful face, and began to comb his hair, this is really not good, and he can't learn it, it's still the same, half a pill head is tied up and two lilac hairbands hang down; opened the jewelry box, there were two broken bead flowers and a few broken hairpins, Lin Shu made his eyes frightened; Don't pick it, it's still the one that was randomly selected yesterday;

This girl is really poor, Lin Shu shook his head helplessly.

It's a bit of a lot to shake your head in the past two days.

The man in black in the corner, this girl should be idle and poor; Then again, her behavior from yesterday to today is not at all like pretending, but like she is;

Last night, I was going to go back to my life, but the girl didn't sleep for a few minutes, she started to get up and walk, and when she was tired, she went back to lie down, and after lying down for a while, she started to walk again............ Finally, when her eyes were dizzy, the maid finally went to sleep, and began to talk in her dreams again, and the dream talks were full of all kinds of delicious food..... Scumbag ...... Finally, it was dawn, and he thought that he could take advantage of this time to go back, but who knew that the young lady woke up again;

After packing up the Lin book, she took out a piece of paper and began to write, and after a while, she wrote most of it, and the girl who wrote would smile and frown for a while, and then cover her mouth and laugh.......

The man in the corner is writing a secret letter, but it doesn't look like he is writing a secret letter, the Tao is like reading a story; The courtiers who used to spy on other countries had this expression when they read stories; Do you want to go over and knock her out and see what she's writing?

Before the man in black stepped forward to stun Lin Shu, he heard a scream from the other side of the bed, this girl can really dream, isn't she tired after a night? He came to see this girl dreaming.

Without waiting for Lin Shu to walk to the bed, the little maid lay down again, and fell asleep, Lin Shu yawned, so that he sympathized with the fat girl!

Lin Shu went back and continued to write, and the man in black in the corner looked at the woman in front of him: Master, I won't go back to restore my life first, and I will go back to my life when I get the secret letter.

After a while, the sky was bright, Lin Shu's stomach also growled, Lin Shu, who stopped writing, looked at what he wrote, it was really good, and the money had to be earned; Sure enough, the rich character does not have her.

Her character is that busy labor can bring a meager income, commonly known as hard work.

After packing up his things, Lin Shu went to the inner room to ask the little maid to get up and receive the meal, and the maid who couldn't wake up heard the word "eat", and was instantly in good spirits, and quickly packed up and ran to the kitchen;

Lin Shu: The wind is a bit strong.

After breakfast, Lin Shu handed over what he had just written to the little maid, whispered in the little maid's ear for a while, the little girl's eyes lit up and nodded, and when Lin Shu went downstairs to study, he quietly slipped out of the back door;

Just when the little maid rushed to the door of Mo Baoxuan in high spirits, looked up at Mo Baoxuan's plaque, and walked in with high spirits, the man in black behind him went in another direction.

The emperor, who had returned to the imperial study after the morning dynasty, sat on the dragon chair and looked at the young man standing in front of him;

The young man has black hair and white clothes, and his demeanor is sturdy, with deep and sharp eyes under thick and stylish eyebrows, a tall nose, and thin lips.

How handsome he looks, he really looks like when he was young, but the loss is that he is in the palace all day long, and if he walks around the street two more times, he will have to let Jing Zhaoyin try a few more suicide cases.

With a flash of inspiration, I finally understood! Eat one's heart out. It must be jealousy, these old people, they can't give birth to such a handsome and talented son as me, so they will deduct some inexplicable basins on my perfect son all day long, in a vain attempt to defeat my son and make me disgusted with him, I will never let these old people succeed.

The so-called red face is troubled, the sky is jealous of the red face, since ancient times, the red face has a thin life, etc., it must not be the fault of the red face, it must be the work of those who are jealous of the red face, and the blame is given to the red face, so that the red face will die early.......

watched the emperor stare at himself silently, from satisfaction to annoyance, to gentleness, and finally to sympathy;

Crown Prince: Father, you scared your sons to death.

cough cough cough, father, you left your son just to see your son, you know that you have to come every once in a while, but you still have important things to do today, next time I will let you see enough, okay.

The sober emperor looked at the prince unhappily and said, "Mo Feng has returned to Beijing?" ”

Prince; "I don't know."

Emperor: "You really don't know, I heard that you went to the blockade yesterday morning?" ”

The prince immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty: "The son knows his mistake, it seems that his father already knows, but he is just ........."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the emperor, and it hurt to kneel down like this: "Get up quickly, it's cold on the ground, and you can stand kneeling into old cold legs." The emperor said favorably.

The prince, who hadn't stood up yet, almost knelt down again, father, where did the cool air come from on this hot day?