Looking at Murong Jin below, a strange light seemed to flash in Sima Mo's dark eyes.

In fact, just now he deliberately set up a trap to lure her into the trap by taking advantage of the Ruyi punishment, because he wanted to know if she would play the long-lost Pingsha Qiuyue? However, as he expected, she really would.

Seeing that the carved hibiscus jade ring had fallen into Murong Jin's hands, Yu Meiren gritted her teeth. I didn't expect her to be out of the limelight tonight.

Mrs. Li Ji was also unwilling in her heart, thinking that if it hadn't been for the intervention of the poppy just now, the carved hibiscus jade ring would have been her own. Thinking of this, she shot at the poppy with a cold eye.

The poppy felt a glare of the eye again, and her eyes shot out of her eyes, just in time to match the eyes of Madame Li Ji.

Tonight's flower-viewing party, the beam between these two people is a big knot.

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Yongming Temple.

In the silent dormitory, the candles are extinguished.

Sima Mo, who was lying on the bed, had a pair of eyes as black as a deep pool, and he never closed them.

Suddenly, he got up from the bed, tore the robe that hung on Mu Shi, draped it over his body, and left the dormitory.

The little eunuch who was keeping vigil outside the hall was shocked when he saw His Majesty come out.

"Don't follow me!" After the words fell, Sima Mo took a step and walked directly past the little eunuch's side.

The little eunuch panicked, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

However, Sima Mo's figure had long since disappeared.

Along the way, Sima Mo never stopped. The moonlight fell ahead, as if to guide him.

For a long time, it was not until a splendid palace appeared in front of him that Sima Mo stopped.

Under the moonlight, I saw that the vermilion lacquer-colored gate of the palace was tightly closed, the palace lamp was hung on both sides, and there was a plaque in the middle, and the plaque was engraved with three big characters of "Zhaoyang Palace".

Sima Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and the next moment, he pushed open the two closed doors.

Stepping into the hall, he was greeted by a scent of ink, and in the night, through the moonlight projected from outside the gate, he saw everything familiar in the hall.

The falling crystal bead curtain, the prosperous splendid carpet, and the copper beast furnace in the middle, in front of the furnace, a gold lacquer carved phoenix throne is dazzling there.

He stepped towards the throne, but out of the corner of his eye he sensed the barrier on the side, so he paused and bypassed it instead.

Behind the barrier, by the moonlight projected from the window lattice, he could clearly see the portrait hanging on the wall.

Walking to the portrait, his eyes fell on the woman in the portrait.

Under the moonlight, I saw that the woman in the portrait was dressed in a phoenix suit, wearing a phoenix crown, Qiong's nose and cherry lips, smiling like a hibiscus, a pair of peach blossom eyes were clear and moving, and she had an indescribable luxurious temperament all over her body.

With dark eyes narrowed slightly, he stood in front of the portrait, motionless, until a wisp of fresh wind blew in through the window lattice, and his nose was full of the scent of ink.

He came back to his senses and focused on the layer of books under the portrait. Stepping through the door, you are surrounded by this scent of ink.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his gaze fell back on the portrait.

He unconsciously stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slowly touched the face of the woman in the portrait, and at the same time, a trace of pain seemed to flash in his dark eyes, "Why did you leave me?" Ruoxi. ”