When he first entered the Yunyang Palace, Mu Yan was a little overwhelmed by the winding paths, unknown precious flowers and plants, as well as the huge palace and countless houses.

I have always been treated as a slave, and I have been called here, and now I am wearing luxurious clothes, and there are a few personal maids who dress up for my own life, and I don't know when it began, and I don't remember when the last time I had clean clothes.

Even though he was wearing silk clothes, Mu Yan was cowardly like a wounded cat, hiding in the corner and licking his wounds.

The wounds on his body were stacked on the delicate skin, looking a little terrifying, when the maid cleaned Mu Yan, as soon as the water was stained with the wound, Mu Yan couldn't help but gasp, and the old and new wounds hurt badly.

King Yunyang invited the best doctor to treat the wounds on Mu Yan's body that had already formed scars, but fortunately those wounds did not hurt the bones, although it took a longer time to heal, but it could be completely eradicated without leaving a scar.

"How do you feel today?" The doctor carried a relatively dilapidated box, looked at the scars on Mu Yan's arms, and asked.

It has been more than ten days of healing, and the wounds on Mu Yan's body have disappeared at a visible speed, and a few shallow wounds have turned into faint traces, which will disappear completely in a few days.

"It's okay, but the wound is always a little itchy."

Mu Yan unconsciously reached out to touch the wounds that had become pink, but was stopped by the doctor, so he didn't grab the places that began to heal.

"In a few days, pay attention to your diet, and you won't leave a scar."

Before leaving, the doctor left a few small bottles of plaster, carried the box, and left in a hurry.

During this period of time, Mu Yan's energy has also recovered seventy percent, and the wounds on his body have also recovered.

The healing level of the wound was basically good, and the doctor left the remaining ointment and left, and the master who came to teach Mu Yan came immediately.

The master was a little stern, and when he entered the door, he looked Mu Yan up and down critically, and his sharp eyes made Mu Yan's head lower and he didn't dare to look at the master.

"I'll see what your most basic etiquette is." The master's eyes pressed straight towards Mu Yan, who took a few steps back, and his breathing was suppressed a little.

Mu Yan was already very nervous, such a momentum pressed on his body, he didn't even know the basic way to move, his left foot stepped on his right foot, his skirt was also stepped on, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Today, I'll teach you the most basic etiquette." The master looked at Mu Yan's submissive appearance very critically, this appearance is okay, but the submissive appearance on his body greatly discounted the overall image, shook his head, and said.

Where did Mu Yan receive such a teaching, he kicked down more than ten eggs in the morning before he got on the right track, the master kept sighing on the side, and the small branch in his hand hit Mu Yan's body mercilessly.

This is just a beginning, the next qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, is even more wrong, Mu Yan has never touched those strings, when he first touched, his hands were forced, the delicate fingertips were broken, and bright blood dripped onto the surface of the piano.

was reprimanded by the master, his head was very low, and the movements of his hands did not dare to relax at all, and the notes that were originally a little messy slowly returned to the score, and the master who was frowning on the side was a little soothed.

For several days, I don't know how many eggs in the basket were broken, and a few precious pianos were broken, and countless rice papers were discarded aside, and the balls fell to the ground.

The master's wooden stick hit Mu Yan's body mercilessly, and Mu Yan was confused from seeing those musical instruments at the beginning, from the beginning of his submissive appearance, to his current proficiency, and walked over step by step.

Mu Yan was born smart, and he seemed so rusty because he hadn't been exposed to it before, but after a period of training, he was already very effective.

"Okay, I'll learn the others today, and every day will be better than a day, and there will be progress."

The master, who has always been stingy with words, was amazed by the unknown girl in front of him, and praised for the first time without sparing his words.

Mu Yan is no longer the sensitive and cowardly when he first came, in the face of such praise, the corners of his mouth are just a faint smile, he is still holding the piano in his arms, his waist is very straight, his fingertips are slightly plucked, and the notes flow out, overflowing the whole room.

"Okay, okay, in a little while, you'll basically be done with this." No matter which one it is, Mu Yan has learned the essence of seventy or eighty percent, just like a dusty jade, once polished, it blooms with its own brilliance, and the master can't help but applaud.

In the afternoon, Mu Yan only learned all the content that the master could teach, his sleeves were slightly raised, floating with the breeze, and the steps under his feet were like brisk butterflies, spinning a few times, and falling smoothly in place.

"Good, good!" Before the master could comment on the final results, Yin Chenglu at the door clapped his hands and laughed heartily, with an unconcealed amazement in his eyes.

Mu Yan's natural wisdom and wisdom are coupled with this good skin, Yin Chenglu looked at the transformed Mu Yan, and was even more sure in his heart that his choice was not wrong.

Mu Yan heard Yin Chenglu's voice, his steps were suddenly chaotic, and he almost fell to the ground, holding on to the table next to him, before he stabilized his body, but his face was like a peach blossom, a little red.

Mu Yan often felt that in this huge Yunyang Palace, only the prince treated her differently, this man gave her a new life, brought her the ultimate tenderness that she had never had, and quietly planted a seed in her heart, a small love, waiting for the first release.

Mu Yan even thought that maybe he was unique to him, maybe his efforts were not in vain, and maybe he was willing to give everything for the man in front of him, maybe he would be happy.

But one day, Mu Yan found that maybe he was wrong......

She is not his only one, there are more than a dozen girls like her in the palace, all of whom are receiving special training day and night, working hard to improve their own abilities.

And the purpose of their life is just to wait for the day when His Majesty the Apocalypse will come in person......

When he learned the basic skills, Mu Yan was taken to a large courtyard, where he lived with girls who had never met but had the same mission, and there were no quiet days.

"As I said, it's better for me to draw."

Mu Yan has become accustomed to such scenes, from the beginning of rejection and resistance, from the beginning to the loss of the time, to the current habitual, quarrel scenes are often staged, almost all of them are necessary homework every day.

"If you look at what you painted, I thought there were a dozen ducks playing." Not to be outdone, the other girl took out the mandarin duck she had drawn and said mockingly.

"Yes, I think this sister is a little bit like it."

The girls in the courtyard had already divided into gangs from the beginning of their coming, and Mu Yan was the most unsociable, not participating in either side, but was often dragged into the water because of this.

"Well, don't you think that side looks good?"

The war spread to Mu Yan's side, and several girls pulled Mu Yan and put the two pieces of rice paper with undried ink together, asking what was going on.

"What are you arguing about here, or are you already a master of your craft and don't need to stay here any longer?"

As soon as Ni Xiang arrived at the door, she heard the sound of quarrel inside, and said with an impatient expression on her face.

When the girls saw that Nixiang was coming, they hurriedly dispersed, leaving only Mu Yan in the middle and the two paintings in front of them, and stayed there alone.

"I knew that this time it was because of you, and I said it last time, and if there is a problem again, you are the only one who asks." Ni Xiang's tone was a little sour, but she couldn't accept the Mu Yan in front of her, and said sneeringly.

"Sometimes, you can't be too proud and don't think about things that don't belong to you."

Ni Xiang snorted coldly a few times, and without asking the cause of the matter, she made a judgment in vain.

"It's not because of me." Mu Yan was a little unconvinced, and his voice unconsciously felt a little dissatisfied, and said.

Since Mu Yan came here, Nixiang has always come out again and again to find fault, and I don't know why, there will be inexplicable hostility.

"If you don't admit what you've done, then you can copy these today, and if you can't finish copying, dinner will be spared." Ni Xiang didn't care about Mu Yan's reaction, and the anger in her heart was a little bit, she snorted coldly, and left after speaking.

It wasn't until Nixiang's figure disappeared at the door that the scattered girls dared to come over, with a little schadenfreude on their faces.

"Are you alright?"

A few fakes came over, the expressions on their faces did not match what they said at all, and they greeted with 'care'.

"It's fine." Mu Yan has been dragged down these times, and he is not in the mood at all, dealing with these people who are watching jokes in front of him, and his voice is not emotionally fluctuating.

"Sister, look, you care about her so much, it's good in the end, but people don't appreciate it, and you still make a fuss." A few girls said unevenly, where is there sincerity, but they are afraid that the dispute is not big enough.

"I'm going to copy it." Mu Yan said coldly, holding the things in his arms, and turned around to go back to his house.

"Hmph, I just want to leave."

I don't know who stretched out his hand and knocked over the things in Mu Yan's hand, those pages were scattered, scattered on the ground, and blown by the wind, they were blown to other places.

Mu Yan had already accumulated some fire in his heart, coldly swept over the girls, squatted down, and picked up the scattered things.

"Hmph, I think she's like that, don't worry about her." Mu Yan's figure was hidden in the room, and when the doors were closed tightly, several girls came together and muttered.