The next day, when the sky was bright, Mo Hanqing woke up.

He stared at the gauze tent on the top of his bed, looked at it for a while, and then remembered that he was actually thinking about Ye Qiqi last night, and fell asleep after thinking about it.

The faint sunlight of the early morning dimly filtered through the papier-mâché windows, casting a faint halo on the floor of the room.

Mo Hanqing turned over on the bed, closed her deep eyes again, and then supported her body with her hands and sat up slowly.

Lifting the thin quilt on his body, he wore only a pure white undershirt, and walked gracefully to the bookshelf in the room.

His long, inky hair hung down behind him, reflecting the shallow morning light, as if a faint halo of light permeated him.

Mo Hanqing stood in front of the bookshelf, raised his head slightly, looked at a brocade box placed on the top of the shelf, was silent for a moment, and then reached out and took the brocade box down.

The blue brocade box is embroidered with silver silk threads on the pine, plum, bamboo, and Suihan Sanyou, which looks elegant and exquisite.

His white and slender fingertips gently brushed the body of the brocade box, and then slowly opened the lid of the brocade box.

Inside the brocade box, on the red satin, there is a long-life lock carved from mutton fat white jade.

It's just that the longevity lock jade in the box is facing up.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night.

Mo Hanqing's gaze swept lightly over those two lines, and when his fingertips touched the jade body, he felt a slight coolness.

He picked up the longevity lock jade and held it in the palm of his hand, not knowing what he was thinking, but stood silently in front of the bookshelf for a while before putting the longevity lock jade in his hand back into the brocade box and putting it back on the bookshelf.

When he returned to the edge of the bed in the bedroom, Mo Hanqing couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows tightly.

What time has it been, why hasn't his personal guard come over to serve him to wash and change clothes??

Thinking so, he coldly called out: "Xiao Qi." ”

The room was silent, and no one answered his call.

Mo Hanqing raised his voice and called again: "Xiao Qi!" ”

There was still no response.

What's going on?

This guy shouldn't have taken advantage of the dark night to sneak out of the Jing'an Palace, right? ?

Thinking of this, Mo Hanqing pushed open the door of his room and walked towards the west wing next to the main house.

Pushing open the door of the west wing, Mo Hanqing walked in with a frown.

Because this room is located a little west, the light in the room is a little dim.

Mo Hanqing slowly walked into the room, and in the somewhat dim light, he could vaguely see a figure sleeping on the bed.

"Little Seven." He stood beside the bed, looked at someone's defenseless sleepy eyes, and called out again in a cold voice.

"Well......" Ye Qiqi in her sleep didn't react at all that the "Xiao Qi" just now was calling herself, she just answered in a daze, then turned over and continued to sleep.

"Little Seven." Mo Hanqing's brows furrowed even tighter, he reached out and pushed the sleeping Ye Qiqi, and his voice was slightly louder.

"Hmm...... What are you doing......" Ye Qiqi was sleeping on the bed, dreaming, and felt that someone was pushing him.

"Get up." Mo Hanqing saw that he couldn't wake her up, so he simply grabbed her arm and lifted her whole person from the bed.