In the study room in the meditation hall, Mo'er hummed and adjusted the flowers on the vase, which she had just picked in the imperial garden, there were osmanthus flowers, roses, forget-me-not.

"What are you humming about?" The sudden sound startled Mo'er.

"Startle me, can't you walk with a little sound?" In fact, she didn't know that he had been standing outside the door for some time.

"That's it······ Look good! The pear vortex on one side appeared shallowly, proudly showing off his masterpiece to him, these days, there are many skills in flower arrangement.

"That's what you don't have." He said disdainfully on the surface, thinking that the study would often be replaced by her well-tended bouquets, his heart had long bloomed.

Pacing up to the desk and looking at her face.

"Yes! I'm going to do these useless ······ Ignorant people who don't have a little ink in their heads. The emperor was happy when he heard her say this,

"You're self-aware."

"It's not your ······ yet" Mo Er immediately stopped her mouth, no, this was not said by the person in front of her, it was Mo Xuan who said it.

In the past, in the study, he often said this about her, and it was true, she couldn't contradict him, he was a genius both at school and in the management company.

"What about me?" Seeing that Mo'er hadn't spoken for a long time, he could only ask.

"I said you're right."

"Come here." Mo'er hesitated for a while, but obediently walked to him, and the emperor opened a book of poetry and said, "I taught you to read." ”

"Ahh This frightened her, she really wanted to learn the writing of this era, but the eunuchs and palace maids did not know how to read, and if they were literate, they would not have used the drug until they could read and write.

In the palace, she didn't know who she could ask for advice, and now, the Ninety-Five Venerable said that he wanted to teach her, did he get sick again?

"Don't you learn?"

"Learn, learn." It doesn't matter if he's sick or not, let's talk about it after he learns.

"You don't need to teach me the Book of Poetry first, it's a bit difficult, you can teach me the words I usually use, such as names." The emperor picked up the brush and tapped the ink in the inkstone, dancing on the paper like a cloud, the first time he saw people writing calligraphy, but he was deeply attracted, although he couldn't understand what was written, but these three words were simply works of art, Mo'er was dumbfounded.

What are these three words? Is it to teach me? ”

"Ye Xuan Mo. Take a good look, it's my name. Mo'er's face instantly fell, and she said angrily, "I don't want to learn this name." He was about to ask why, when it occurred to him that not only did he look like her enemy, but even his name was similar.

He cursed in his heart, and began to hate the person who was the same as himself, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Then learn from you, how." "Crumpled up the paper with his name written on it and threw it on the ground.

"Hmm." Mo'er nodded seriously, and her mood brightened,

"There are also some everyday words." Caiyun was about to come over to ask about dinner, but was stopped by Zhou Kang outside the door, snickering and signaling inside, Caiyun also nodded knowingly, and the two left with a light pace.

"I don't know who Miss is, the old slave has served the emperor for so many years, and I have never seen the emperor be so happy."

"Miss is kind and beautiful, and there will definitely be many people who like it," Caiyun said proudly. Zhou Kang smiled and nodded, agreeing with Caiyun's words very much, in short, the master is happy, and the people below will live comfortably, this is the point.

Mo'er even had to learn the posture of holding a brush for some time, so angry that the emperor didn't know how to say that she was good, it was really an elm head, and he really doubted how she could find the person who was following her.

This time, he really met his opponent. The sudden hand made her tremble slightly in the depths of her heart, and the hand holding the pen was covered by the other hand, and she wanted to pull it out, but she held it tighter, frowning and looking at the owner of the hand.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard him say, "Look, that's how the pen is held." The slight breath hit her cheek, a little itchy, and she hurriedly looked at the place where she put the pen down.

His palms are a little calloused, his fingers are white and slender, and his bones are very good-looking. Under the emperor's own teaching, she finally learned the posture of holding a pen.

Looking at the moon in the treetops outside the window, he estimated that it was almost time for dinner, so he ordered someone to prepare.

"Mo'er, finish your meal and continue."

"Okay." Put down the brush and follow the footsteps of the emperor and left the study, leaving only a few pieces of paper full of words, which can only be described in four words, miserable, like a ghost drawing.

The sound of beating from afar,

"It's dry, watch out for the candles." 'Boom! - Knock! Boom! Strike the gong every time you shout.

"It's time, you go and rest, and continue tomorrow." The emperor sat on the dragon couch and looked at the poetry collection, the teapot next to him was still steaming, and the fragrance of tea was wafting around with the heat.

Mo'er wrote the last word, stretched her waist, and twisted her neck, how could she feel more hard than practicing karate.

After Mo'er left, he got up from the dragon couch, looking at these indescribable papers, what did she write all night?

shook his head helplessly, but there was a lot of joy in his heart. In her spare time, Mo'er writes and makes some perfume and soap, so that she is not happy.

Imperial Doctor Lin came to take Mo'er's pulse at a fixed time, and the more times he came, the two became more and more familiar, and after the pulse, Mo'er would invite him to eat some pastries, and the two chatted.

Only then did I know that Imperial Doctor Lin had not yet married a wife, and in this era, it was rare for twenty-five to have not married and had children, and his current status was even rarer.

He said that he had been studying medicine, so he didn't have time to think about his marriage. Mo'er was very grateful for his careful care these days, and there was nothing to reciprocate, so she gave him some perfume and soap.

I thought that the days in the palace were as light as boiling water, but I didn't expect a murder to happen a few days later.

"Ah~~" The earth-shattering cry resounded throughout the hall, the cup in his hand fell in response, and the whole person sat on the ground, so frightened that he could no longer speak.

It wasn't until someone came in to ask what was going on that he stretched out his trembling finger to the bed and stammered, "······ Dead ······ Dead ······ Dead. "The news of the death of the palace maid in the middle of the Ning Xiang Pavilion soon spread, and a palace maid suddenly died in the palace, which made people panic, and the emperor ordered a strict investigation of the murderer.

Although the Ning Xiang Pavilion was some distance away from the Meditation Palace, he felt uneasy when he thought of the potential deadly danger in the palace and the thought that Mo'er was still in the palace.

Yu Shi never expected that the emperor announced that he entered the palace to investigate the murder of the palace maid, and he also went to the scene, inquired and observed several times, but he was an ordinary palace maid, and there was nothing noticeable.

After repeated autopsies, it was determined that he died of poisoning.