Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and Sima Mo walked casually all the way, until the two big words "Li Yuan" appeared again in front of him, Sima Mo's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he unconsciously came here again.

Seeing that the candlelight in the hollow window lattice in the courtyard was still bright and extinguished, Sima Mo stepped into the courtyard and came to the door of the house.

Inside the house, I saw Murong Jin standing in front of the pear flower table practicing calligraphy at this time, and perhaps the corner of his eye noticed the swaying figure at the door, so Murong Jin raised his eyes and was stunned, why did he come again?

The next moment, as if he remembered something, he saw Murong Jin hurriedly close the rice paper on the table, and at the same time, Sima Mo happened to step into the room.

Seeing this, Murong Jin stepped forward and bowed for a while.

"Get up." Sima Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Jin quickly.

I saw that she was dressed in light-colored clothes tonight, her black hair was simply pulled up, and her posture was still neither humble nor arrogant, as if she had never been afraid of him.

Every woman was either ecstatic or frightened when she saw him, and she was the only one who remained as calm as ever.

The incense of the Xuan furnace stack on the Nanmu desk is curling, and the smell suddenly makes people feel refreshed.

Sima Mo retracted his gaze, looked around, and finally landed his dark eyes on the rice paper on the pear flower table.

remembered the scene when she closed the rice paper when he stepped into this room just now, so his dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Why doesn't this rice paper look like it's in the palace?" ”

Hearing this, Murong Jin said respectfully: "Your Majesty has good eyesight, this rice paper is from Jingyu Town, and it is indeed not from the palace." ”

"Why don't you use the tribute paper in the palace? Could it be that the tribute paper in the palace is not as good as that outside the palace? Sima Mo said coldly.

"Your Majesty doesn't know, the palace tribute paper is good, but if you want to practice calligraphy, then Jingyuzhen's rice paper is the most suitable."

"Oh?" As if interested, I saw Sima Mo raise his eyebrows and ask, "How do you say this?" ”

"The tribute paper in the palace is thin and smooth, but it does not absorb ink, it is only suitable for fine brush painting, and the rice paper of Jingyu Town is tough and moist, light and not slippery, so if you want to talk about calligraphy, it is the rice paper of Jingyu Town that is the most suitable ......"

A glimmer of light flashed in Sima Mo's eyes. After all, it was a bit unexpected that a little show girl could study calligraphy so well.

His eyes fell on Murong Jin's body for a moment, and in the candlelight, the radiance on Murong Jin's face when he talked about calligraphy made Sima Mo seem to see another familiar figure.

There was once a woman who studied calligraphy like her.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Seeing that Sima Mo didn't react, Murong Jin couldn't help but speak softly.

When Sima Mo came back to his senses and saw clearly that the person in front of him was Murong Jin, there was a trace of anger in his heart for no reason.

"Looks like you like calligraphy?" Soon, Sima Mo retracted his mind and said coldly.

"The concubine is just idle and practicing calligraphy, and I don't particularly like it." Murong Jin replied respectfully and politely.

"I saw that you studied calligraphy so well, and I thought you had a soft spot for calligraphy." Sima Mo raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, "However, I am a little curious, what is your calligraphy like?" When the words fell, I saw that he raised his hand and was about to lift the rice paper on the table.

"No, Your Majesty!" Murong Jin suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Sima Mo's sleeve robe.

Sima Mo was stunned for a moment, and his black eyes fell on Murong Jin's hand that was clutching his sleeve robe.