In the evening, Yuehua had eaten dinner and had already removed the hairpin ring on her head, and wanted to rest, but the little eunuch Rong Xiang in front of Mo Guhan came over with a smile on his face, saying that it was summoned by Mo Guhan.

A few people waiting in the room were ecstatic in an instant, thinking that their master had finally been able to see the moon and the moon.

Yuehua's heart was so panicked that she almost jumped out of her chest, and her face burned in an instant, a little at a loss.

"Shall you go now?" She forced her composure, looked down at the civilian clothes on her body, greedy for comfort, and wore an egg-white chest-length skirt, smooth and shiny. Because the color is too plain, I embroidered a few flying dandelions sparsely and sparsely, and embroidered a few sentences of Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" at the hem, I felt a little nondescript and wanted to change it.

Rong Xiang nodded: "The emperor is waiting in the imperial study." ”

"The Imperial Study?"

"Yes." After Rong Xiang finished his reply, he added: "The emperor is not in a good mood today, and he has not had dinner until now." The queen mother was careful, but she didn't want to anger the emperor. ”

Haven't eaten by this hour? Yuehua frowned slightly, she was inevitably a little apprehensive in her heart, she was in a bad mood, could she have summoned herself to the past to spread fire?

She didn't dare to delay, she stretched out her hand to loosely twist her hair, a hosta was tightly curled, and thanked Rongxiang: "Thank you for reminding me." ”

She followed Rong Xiang all the way to the imperial study, and saw that the red candle was still feverish, revealing a hazy light and shadow through the partition door, surrounded by guards, but quiet, and it seemed a little lonely in the dark night.

"The emperor is inside, let's go in by myself." Rong Xiang walked to the door and stopped.

Yuehua nodded, stiffened, and reached out to push the hidden step-by-step brocade carved door, and there was a hot pine fragrance steaming in front of her. It's probably because the earth dragon is too hot, and the room is a little stuffy, which makes people irritated for no reason.

Mo Guhan was standing with his back to the door, and when he heard the movement, he turned around and said indifferently: "Coming?" ”

Yuehua took two steps closely, saw the big gift, and got up and stood beside him. With a sweep of his eyes, he landed on a floor-to-ceiling rosewood inlaid interstitial screen next to the bookshelf.

This interstitial screen is made of fine rosewood fetal bones, carved with majestic Nine Dragons play beads, which is not eye-catching in this imperial study. What attracts Yuehua is the embroidery picture on the screen, wrapped in silver, a river of cold snow, and a lonely fishing, is it the embroidery "Fishing in the Cold River and Snow" that he sold when he was in the Hou Mansion?

How did you end up in the palace? How did you get into Mo Guhan's eyes?

As soon as Mo Guhan saw her enter the imperial study, he stared at the embroidered interstitial screen intently, didn't look at himself, didn't put himself in his eyes at all, coughed lightly, and was slightly displeased.

"The queen has nothing to say when she sees me, does she?"

Yuehua let out an "ah", only then did she come to her senses, her eyes shone brightly, and she said respectfully: "The emperor summoned the concubine late at night, but what are your orders?" ”

"Can't I call you if it's okay?"

Mo Guhan replied sharply, with full anger, it can be seen that he is really in a bad mood.

Yuehua didn't dare to talk back, and she couldn't be silent, so in order to alleviate her embarrassment, she changed the topic and said cautiously: "May I ask the emperor, where did the embroidery on your screen come from?" ”

Mo Guhan didn't expect that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would first ask herself about the origin of an embroidered picture, and said angrily: "Naturally, I liked it and bought it." ”

Yuehua pursed her lips and smiled.

"Laughing at what?"

"The concubine is brave, may I ask how much silver taels the emperor spent?"

Mo Guhan glanced her up and down: "One thousand five hundred taels." ”

"One thousand five?" Yuehua blurted out, a little distressed, is it like this to squander money? Full of Chang'an City, from south to north, how many embroidered pictures dare to open their mouths and sell them at this price?

"What's wrong?" Mo Guhan frowned, declaring his dissatisfaction.

"The concubine has worked hard for a month, and she just sold one hundred taels, and as soon as she changed hands, the shopkeeper made 1,400 taels of silver for nothing, so she was black-hearted."

Mo Guhan looked at the interstitial, then looked at Yuehua, and suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You said, you embroidered the "Fishing Hanjiang Snow Alone" on this interstitial?" ”

Yuehua remembered the difficult years in the Hou Mansion, and nodded with a smile: "Let the emperor see and smile, at that time...... It's a bit of a shackle, so I have no choice but to stay up late and embroider some embroidery to make up for it. ”

There was an indescribable silence, Mo Guhan didn't speak, his eyes jumped and turned to the slender fingers in her cuffs, looking at her face with a light and breezy face, but his heart was a little fluctuating.

It's not that he doesn't know the sufferings of the people, but he always thought that she was born in the General's Mansion, with fine clothes and jade food, even if she was sent to the fence later, it was also a day surrounded by slaves and worry-free food and clothing, but he didn't expect that she still needed to work hard by herself, relying on these tender ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, to make a living for herself.

So, over the years, what kind of treatment she has suffered in the Hou Mansion can be imagined.

Yuehua saw that the expression on his face was cloudy, and she was a little apprehensive in her heart, thinking that she must have said something wrong, which provoked Mo Guhan's displeasure. Filtering over and over what has been said, and not understanding what is wrong?

After a long time, Mo Guhan let out a dumb chuckle: "I'm really not ashamed, people haven't married into the palace yet, and this dowry will be sent in first." ”

In a word, Yuehua blushed in shame, a little at a loss, and didn't know how to justify: "I... Concubine... It's not ......"

Her embarrassed appearance made Mo Guhan's mood better for no reason, the haze in the sky disappeared, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and she decided to let her go for the time being.

"Do you like Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" very much?"

Yuehua barely calmed down, stretched out her hand and quietly brushed the hem of her skirt: "My mother used to talk about it, but over time I liked it, because it was a civilian dress worn in the palace, and I didn't pay much attention to it, so I embroidered it casually." ”

"At this time, we don't hear each other, and I wish to shine on you month by month, this poem is very suitable for your bearing. I remember that you have a smoky blue cloak embroidered with "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", which goes well with this outfit. ”

Yuehua raised her head suddenly, her face full of doubts: "After my cloak is embroidered, I have only worn it once or twice, how does the emperor know?" ”

I didn't expect her mind to be so keen, or was she in front of herself, she didn't let down her vigilance from beginning to end, trembling?

Mo Guhan only smiled indifferently, with a deep meaning: "I saw you pass it before." ”

Yuehua's brain was running rapidly, and she suddenly realized, both excited and a little shy: "It turns out that the one who saved me in the maple forest that day was really the emperor's ......."

Mo Guhan neither admitted nor denied it, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips: "You were already in a coma at the time, how do you know that it was me, not Shao Ziqing?" ”

Yuehua lowered her head shyly, and instantly felt the sweetness in her heart surge, wisps, and then overflowed: "At that time, in a trance, I saw a corner of the purple brocade robe, and the embroidery techniques and lines Yuehua recognized. And, and ......"

"And what?" Mo Guhan bypassed the bookcase, walked up to her, looked down at her, green silk was piled up in the clouds, and a jade hosta hung down the tassel, swaying in her ears playfully.

Yuehua hooked her head lower and lower, and the entire white back of her neck also burst into pink red, spreading directly to the root of her ears.

"The concubine remembers the smell of the emperor's body, and that down-to-earth feeling......"

Mo Guhan was stunned, raised his cuffs and put them on the tip of his nose to sniff: "I never knew what smell I had on my body." ”

Yuehua raised her head, her rippling eyes only jumped lightly on Mo Guhan's face, and then lowered her head: "It's the smell of the sun." ”

Mo Guhan smiled dumbly: "What does the sun taste like?" ”

"The sun is tasteless, it's just a warm feeling that can almost be touched. Although it was a rainy day, the smell of ambergris on the emperor's body was mixed with the moisture of the rain, but the concubine was in the cold and damp darkness, and she clearly smelled the warmth of the warm sun, which has always been fresh in her memory, and no one can replace it. ”

Mo Gu's cold heart suddenly developed a warmth, as if sleeping in the soft clouds, the end of his nose lingered with the warm aroma of cotton after exposure, he had always thought when he was a child that it was the sun that got into the quilt.

That, he remembered, was the smell of the sun.

He suddenly raised his hand, slowly slid down from Yuehua's backbone, followed her smooth skirt, and wrapped around her slender waist like a willow, and with a force, Yuehua was rubbed into his generous arms: "Now, do I still smell like this?" ”

Yuehua closed her eyes, and her palm was attached to Mo Guhan's chest, and his strong heartbeat, through the palm of his hand, was directly transmitted to her chest, causing resonance. Her heartbeat was chaotic and raining down on the drum.

"Hmm."

The voice is extremely thin and light, like a thousand threads of silk.

"Huh?" Mo Guhan seemed to have suddenly discovered something interesting, and before Yuehua could ask, he felt that Mo Guhan's slightly rough fingertips were wrapped around his earlobes, and he couldn't help but tremble, and dodged away in a panic, his face flushed.

Mo Guhan's hand was still frozen in place, and he felt that the round and soft touch of her earlobe remained on his fingertips, and he was a little reluctant.

"I... I ......" Yuehua was a little embarrassed by her overreaction, and wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Why don't you have eyes and ears?"