Walking all the way through the corridor, bypassing the verandah, and turning around again, until a chic attic appeared in front of him, Gonggong Jiang's footsteps finally stopped.

"Murong Xiunu, Your Majesty is waiting for you inside." After finishing speaking, Gonggong Jiang left.

With doubts, Murong Jin pushed open the door, but what caught his eye was a beautiful picture.

I saw that in the room, the crystal bead curtain fell to the ground, and there was a sandalwood table on the ground.

In the flickering candlelight, I saw him holding a wine glass, handsome and unusual, as cold as a fairy.

"Come and have a drink with me."

Sima Mo's deep voice sounded, Murong Jin came back to his senses, and then walked over and sat down.

Taking the gilded flask from the sandalwood table, she poured herself a glass of wine.

Picking up her glass, she took a small sip.

The wine was fragrant and sweet, not as pungent as she imagined, so she drank it boldly with confidence.

"You slept on the edge of my bed that day, and I seemed to hear you cry out in your sleep......"

Hearing this, Murong Jin's hand holding the wine glass suddenly reined.

"Who is Mo Lang?" When he said this, Sima Mo's gaze fell on Murong Jin.

He remembered that when Yan Ruoxi was alive, every time the clouds and rain were overturned, Yan Ruoxi would lie under him and shout to him again and again, "Mo Lang, Mo Lang ......"

"Mo Lang...... It's my cousin. Murong Jin's face was slightly red.

"Oh?" Sima Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?" ”

"Mo Lang...... It's his nickname, because when we were kids, we used to play around together, and after a long time, we always liked to call each other by our nicknames. ”

Hearing this, Sima Mo's dark eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Cousin? As far as he knew, she Murong Jin didn't have a cousin at all.

Seeing that Sima Mo believed it, Murong Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, so he took a sip of wine.

"You took care of me all night, didn't you?" Sima Mo's voice suddenly sounded again.

Hearing this, Murong Jin almost choked on wine.

"Nope." She replied too quickly, and some of them did not have three hundred taels of silver.

"I was going to go back to the Li Yuan, but then I couldn't help but feel sleepy and accidentally fell asleep there......" said the back, her voice getting lower and lower.

Hearing this, the corners of Sima Mo's lips hooked slightly, and then he drank the wine in the cup.

Murong Jin was afraid that Sima Mo would ask something more, but Sima Mo was no longer silent, just silently tasting the wine.

Seeing this, Murong Jin's hanging heart finally let go.

Murong Jin also filled his wine glass with wine, and then took a slow sip.

There was silence in the room, and both of them were silent.

Suddenly, Sima Mo took out a gold-lacquered wooden box from under the sandalwood table and placed it in front of her.

"Open it and take a look."

Hearing this, Murong Jin was stunned.

opened the wooden box, but what he saw was Ming Liudong's first early novel - "Marriage Pavilion".

"This ......"

Murong Jin's eyes flashed with surprise, just because Ming Liudong's first novel "Marriage Pavilion" was not sold in major bookstores due to personal reasons, and when Murong Jin was still Yan Ruoxi, he had always longed to get Ming Liudong's first novel.

"Today is your birthday, and this is the novel I sent you."

Hearing this, Murong Jin's eyes flashed slightly. It turns out that today is July 20, the birthday of the owner of her body.

There was a trace of emotion in his heart for no reason, and Murong Jin wanted to say thank you, but Sima Mo's deep voice sounded at this time.