"Mother, I miss you so much!"

Murong Jin raised his head from Liu's arms, then stretched out his hand, gently stroked the silver hair of Liu's sideburns, and said distressedly: "Mother, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are getting old!" ”

"Silly boy, how can people not grow old? Mother can see you enter the palace and be favored by His Majesty in this life, and it is enough to wish! ”

"Mother, shall we go home?"

"Silly boy, you're talking nonsense again, aren't you?" I saw Liu sighing lightly, "People! When you are alive, you should look forward, you can't always remember the past, child, my mother is old, I can't be by your side for a lifetime, you have to cherish the opportunity God gives you, there are some things, you have to figure it out for yourself is ......" While speaking, I saw Liu's body slowly drifting away in the air.

"Mother, where are you going?"

"Child, remember your mother's words......"

"Don't, don't go......"

"Don't go!"

Suddenly, she sat up from the bed, cold sweat on her forehead, and it wasn't until she came to her senses that she realized that everything just now was just a dream.

Thinking of her mother's advice to her in her dream, her dark eyes immediately flashed with a complicated look.

……

……

The sun burns the whole earth like a fire.

In the imperial study, I saw Sima Mo dressed in bamboo blue clothes, discussing political affairs with a group of imperial ministers, so Sima Mo waved them away and prepared to review the recital.

The others all withdrew, but only Prime Minister Pan Cheng was still standing in front of the imperial case, "Your Majesty, the minister has something to do." ”

"Say!"

Prime Minister Pan Cheng took out a thread-bound novel from his pocket and presented it to Sima Mo, "Your Majesty, this is a novel recently made up by Ming Liudong, a descendant of the writer Ming Cheng, a descendant of the family Mingcheng, and it has recently been sold in various bookstores, but the minister has glanced at this book a few times and found that there are some places in it, I am afraid that it is not properly written." ”

Sima Mo gestured to Gonggong Jiang on the side with his eyes, so Gonggong Jiang took the novel in Prime Minister Pan's hand and presented it to Sima Mo.

The sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and Sima Mo's dark eyes fell on the novel in his hand, only to see that the title of the book on it was four big characters with golden lacquer - to live up to the heart of spring.

"What's wrong with this novel?"

"Your Majesty, the story told in this novel involves the court, so I am afraid that this novel will be misunderstood by those who read the book, and I don't know whether to destroy it?"

Sima Mo was silent for a while before he said, "No need, this novel has always been just fiction." ”

When Prime Minister Pan heard this, he arched his hand, "The minister understands." With that, he withdrew from the study.

It wasn't until Prime Minister Pan retreated that Sima Mo's eyes fell on the novel again, and at the same time, a pair of dark eyes slowly became deeper.

He remembered that Yan Ruoxi's favorite was Ming Liudong's novel. As long as Ming Liudong publishes a new book, she must be the first to follow.

Thinking of this, his dark eyes suddenly flashed a hint of gloom.

Soon, during lunch, under the reminder of Gonggong Jiang, Sima Mo put down the fold in his hand and used a little lunch at will, and then Sima Mo fell into the throne again and began to review the fold.

The sky gradually darkened, the palace lights were lit everywhere in the palace, and the whole palace began to fall into boundless solemnity and solemnity.

In the imperial study, Sima Mo was still sitting on the throne and reading the recitals, until Gonggong Jiang reminded him that it was time to rest, and Sima Mo finally got up and announced that he would return to the dormitory.