The breeze blew, and a few of the leaves that had not had time to be swept fell on the surface of the pool, causing a very small ripple, and the breeze did not stay, blowing across the surface of the pool, and slipping into the open window with the wetness of the pool, and brushing the well-tended flowers by the windowsill, causing a burst of floral fragrance.

Mo'er wore the same plain dress as the palace maid, sat in front of the wide table, and danced and ink on the paper, originally a lot of effort and effort during this time, although the words are not ugly, and there is no delicate atmosphere of everyone's ladies, to the extent that she herself is heroic and atmospheric, at a glance she knows that it is her handwriting, but for some reason the mood is a little messy, and the words written out are almost the same as at the beginning, and occasionally write the wrong strokes.

Sighing helplessly, "Hey." She looked thoughtfully at her calligraphy, and put down the brush for a moment, these days she always remembered what happened before, and was always distracted, such practice was just a waste of paper.

Every time I think that these three palace maids died because of myself, my heart is heavy and uncomfortable, and I scratch my heart with a hundred claws.

It reminded her of bad memories, the days full of bloody horror and pain.

Looking at the scenery outside through the window, it is quiet outside, listen carefully and you can hear the "rustling" of the leaves, it must be about to enter autumn, the leaves are beginning to turn yellow, and it will definitely become bare in winter, the angle of the swing should be a little off, but as long as you put your head out of the window, you can still see it, support your hands on the windowsill, and jump outside neatly with a little force.

When I came to the yard and sat on the swing, my toes were on the ground, and the swing swayed up and down, squinting slightly, the wind blew on my face and was very comfortable, and my feet floated over the surface of the pool, and the carp that had been there swam to other places.

A few people under the eaves gathered together, looking at the swing in their eyes and talking non-stop.

"It's been a few days, why is Miss always sullen?" Lian'er said worriedly.

"You know what? Cloud. Honglan tilted her head and asked.

Caiyun looked at the depressed Mo'er, remembering the scene when she came back that night, presumably her mood began to change from that time, but she ignored it, and her heart also ached faintly, and she didn't know what happened to Miss.

As soon as the emperor stepped into the courtyard of the meditation hall, he found that the people on the swing, a touch of emerald green rippled in the air, at the beginning she was really photographed that she accidentally fell into the pool, he had suggested that the swing be tied to another branch, but Mo Er thought of not wanting to refuse, what did she say at the time, if you fall down, you are not afraid, you can swim, it just happens to be hot, just enough to cool down.

In the past few days, he also found that her mood has changed, the most obvious is that she can't even eat a bowl of rice, usually she has to eat two bowls, but no matter how much she eats, she hasn't seen how much meat she grows, probably related to her daily exercise.

Although she didn't say anything, in a trance, she still felt that the eyes she looked at her were as sharp as when they first met, but the murderous aura was not so strong.

Before she got closer, Mo'er knew that there was someone behind her, a pair of white and slender, bony hands grabbed the rope of the swing, and stabilized it with a little force, Mo'er was a little dissatisfied, and looked up slightly to see a handsome face, she was too familiar with this face, this is her face from childhood to adulthood.

Under the cover of verdant trees, the European-style villa is like a pure land away from the hustle and bustle of the city, surrounded by high iron fences, coiled with bright red roses, greedily absorbing beautiful nutrients, and on the swing under the big tree, the six-year-old girl lowered her head and choked.

"You're here again, did you do something wrong?" A childish voice sounded ahead, and a nine-year-old boy looked at the man on the swing with a wicked smile.

"Brother Mo Xuan, I'll put ······ The dishes that the master likes are broken, and if he knows, he will definitely hurt his father and be punished. The voice was crying, and the red eyes also proved that he had just cried, and the snow-white face showed a weeping flush, like an apple, which was very cute.

Mo Xuan touched her head like a little adult, and comforted her: "It's okay, wait a minute, I'll tell my father, it's okay if I beat it up, and my father won't scold me." ”

"Really? Wouldn't it be bad to deceive the lord like this, Dad said, you can't deceive people. Those Danfeng eyes stared unblinkingly, and the serious smiling face was also cute.

"It's okay, if you don't say it, if I don't say it, no one will know, do you want your father to be punished?"

The girl shook her little head quickly and said worriedly, "I don't want my dad to be scolded." ”

"Then listen to me." The girl could only nod obediently, the matter was solved, she was not afraid of her father being scolded, her slightly frowning brows immediately stretched, and the pear vortex on one side appeared mischievously, with bright eyes and bright teeth.

Mo Erxiu frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and pressed her forehead, her fingertips were calloused, not as delicate as the harem concubines, but they were slender and powerful, how could she suddenly think of these things, somehow, she always remembered the past recently, at that time she had a very good relationship with Mo Xuan, it was always in front of Mo Xuan's brother, and Mo Xuan's brother was called, when did she start to change her name to the young master, why did she change her mouth? Why did the relationship between the two become tense, until the end it was out of control, and the previous memories seemed to be clear and vague.

"You know what?" Somehow, she asked, her voice a little helpless and bitter.

"What's wrong?" He turned to her, leaned over slightly to look at her face, and didn't notice any illness, but saw that she kept rubbing her forehead, "What's wrong?" Headache? Seeing that Mo'er didn't answer him, he continued to ask, his voice faintly worried.

"It's just a little painful, it's not a big deal."

"I'll call the Imperial Doctor to come and have a look." He straightened up and was about to order someone to summon the imperial doctor, but was interrupted by Mo'er.

"No need, it'll be fine in a while." She jumped off the ground and walked two steps back, stretching out her hands, always panicking in her heart, looking at the dark yellow sky, thinking that the time to prepare dinner was almost up, and when she turned around, she crashed into the deep peach blossom eyes, a face that fascinated thousands of girls, indeed there is no doubt about this, her charm she has long understood.

lowered his eyes and tidied up the somewhat messy skirt, and said lightly: "It's almost dinner time, I'm going to see what to eat today?" ”

"Now that even if you go, it's already cooked, and someone will bring it to you, so why do you need to go more."

"I haven't moved around today, so I should move my muscles."

"Don't you have a headache in your head? Still running around. The emperor did not relentlessly stop him, Mo'er's actions made him feel very unhappy, as if he didn't want to stay with him, he felt a little angry in his tone, paused, adjusted his mood, and his voice returned to the same as before, "Wait for dinner, accompany me for a walk, you don't seem to have walked in this palace at night."