Last night, Shen Qianqian went to Taihua Hall to make trouble so late, thinking that she should be tired.

Mo Chonghua could understand, and after calming Chunxi, he walked towards the bookshelf on the side.

Other people's books are stacked and placed flat on the shelves, Shen Qianqian's books are all placed vertically, and a note is pasted on the back of each book, on which is written the name of each book.

The word is a woman's favorite hairpin.

"Did you write these words?"

The words on the note, Yan muscles and willow bones, should have everyone's demeanor.

Wan Guifei prides herself on being a talented woman in the capital, and he has also seen her words, compared with Shen Qianqian, she has more strength, but less sharpness.

Edge ......

Just this woman?

Mo Chonghua glanced at Shen Qianqian, who was lying on the couch and was asleep, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked, and then shook his head.

What was he thinking?

Words are like people, but they are just a saying, and sometimes they are not accurate.

If Shen Qianqian had a sharp edge, the concubines in the entire inner court should be Mulan, Dao Yun and the like.

"It was written by my mother." Chunxi came over with a pot of tea, and was pouring tea for Mo Chonghua, when she suddenly heard him ask, she was slightly stunned and looked at him, "My mother doesn't have any hobbies on weekdays, she likes to write and paint." ”

Shen Qianqian can write when she is upset, and she can still write when she is happy.

In addition to writing and drawing, he also likes to read.

Astronomy and geography, ancient annals, including some small yellow books, she also hid several books.

After listening to Chunxi's words, Mo Chonghua didn't say anything more, and casually took a book called "Zhu Nanji" from the bookshelf and looked at it.

This is a miscellaneous book that describes the love between men and women.

Mo Chonghua has never read such a book, and the first time he read it, he felt fresh. Of course, he thinks that the premise of freshness is that the author of this book writes well.

It caught his eye from the beginning, and he couldn't help but flip through a few more pages.

"When your mother woke up and told her that I borrowed this book first. When I'm done, I'll send someone back. ”

Today, he came to the Fang Palace, he was just on a whim.

In the future......

He's probably not coming.

As for the lobe he lost, if he loses it, he will lose it.

"Yes."

As Mo Chonghua spoke, he had already tucked the book into the sleeve of his robe, Chunxi looked at him with a little surprise, and after answering, he bowed and sent him away.

The royal driver left the palace and went straight to the Taihua Palace.

In the long vermilion palace wall, Yao Daban looked up at Mo Chonghua sitting on Luan's car from time to time, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

His gaze was too hot, Mo Chonghua had already noticed it, but he didn't pay attention to him, but he-

But I don't know how to converge.

"What are you doing watching me like this?"

What's dirty on his face?

Or did Yao Daban's brain suddenly become a little abnormal today?

"Old slave, not looking at the emperor, but observing the emperor." Mo Chonghua's face was a little serious when he looked at him, Yao Daban was not only not afraid at the moment, but he opened a smile on his face, "I don't know if the emperor has found out?" You haven't coughed since the moment you left the Temple. ”

Speaking of which, it had been a quarter of an hour for them to leave the Pick-up Hall and walk here.

In the past, Mo Chonghua would only cough when he was asleep. Once you wake up, you have to cough almost every half cup of tea.

So this situation has been noticed by Yao Daban just now.