A basin of water on the table aside, the old queen mother picked up the pearl, gently put it in the water, the pearl floated and sank a few times, it turned by itself, for a while, the water in the basin was like flowing golden sand, reflecting the light of the pearl, it was very good-looking. Before Mo Haoning's emotion could be spoken, a dragon pattern appeared on the pearl, as the pearl continued to rotate, the dragon pattern gradually floated, the dragon scales and dragon whiskers became more and more obvious, and a pair of round dragon eyes flashed like a living thing. After a few breaths, the dragon pattern turned into a golden dragon with dancing claws, and the pearl continued to swim in the basin of water.

"There is such a treasure in the world!" Mo Haoning tried his best to control his excitement.

The old queen mother held the pearl in her hand, and the dancing claw golden dragon in the water basin turned into a golden light and drilled into the pearl with lightning speed, and disappeared.

"It's a peerless treasure!" Mo Haoning was full of praise.

"Come on, come on, and let you open your eyes again." The old queen mother smiled and pulled Mo Haoning to a wall, Leng Mei took the maid on the side to hurriedly light the candles on the candlestick, the old queen mother walked to the wall, pulled the rope, and the curtain hanging on the wall was slowly opened, and a huge painting of Yifu was displayed in front of Mo Haoning.

Delicate brushwork, brilliant colors, pavilions, flowers, a good picture of the emperor and his concubines visiting the garden to enjoy the spring.

"It's a good painting, but it's not a treasure." Mo Haoning turned his head and looked at the old empress dowager, "Grandmother, there must be something more magical about this painting, right?"

"Nothing can be hidden from your eyes." The old queen mother smiled, "This painting, day and night are two pictures, now you see that the emperor and his concubines are visiting the garden to enjoy the spring, and when the sun sets, you can see it again, that is the emperor and his concubines sailing on the river in a dragon boat to enjoy the lanterns."

"How amazing is that?" Mo Haoning looked at the old queen mother in disbelief.

"If it weren't for such a miracle, how could it be qualified to enter this treasure pavilion of the Mourning Family?" The old queen mother feigned anger and disgusted.

"To be able to draw such a magical painting, he must also be a master, and my grandson would like to see it." Mo Haoning stretched out his hand and gently touched the painting, and in a trance, Mo Haoning felt that there was a person in the painting who was very familiar. A bolt of lightning flashed through Mo Haoning's mind, and he looked at the old empress dowager, "Grandmother Huang, where is Aunt Han Ju?"

"Han Ju?" The old queen mother glanced at Leng Mei on the side with a puzzled expression, "Who is Han Ju?"

"Imperial Grandmother, Aunt Han Ju is the same as Aunt Leng Mei, she is your personal female official......" Mo Haoning's heart flashed a trace of badness.

"You kid, haven't you been busy lately?" The old queen mother put her hand on Mo Haoning's forehead and touched it, "The mourning family has always been surrounded by Leng Mei. There's a Hanju there?"

No, a deep fear rose in Mo Haoning's heart, and when he turned his head and looked at the painting on the wall again, he clearly saw a ripple of water, and with the ripple of the water, the painting had become a river and a lantern. Looking out the window, the sun had just set over the horizon.

"Look, the painting has changed!" The old queen mother was as excited as a child, and pulled Mo Haoning to ask him to look at the painting. Looking at the picture that was completely different from Fang Cai, Mo Haoning always felt that there was something strange.

Mo Haoning suppressed the doubts in his heart, and admired the painting with the old queen mother for a while, and then helped the old queen mother back to the dormitory.

Seeing Leng Mei waiting for the old queen mother to rest, Mo Haoning left Funing Palace step by step.

Standing at the gate of Funing Palace and looking back, Mo Haoning always felt that Funing Palace was a little different from usual, but he couldn't say what was different, but he knew that something must be wrong with Han Ju.

Mo Haoning looked at the sky, and quickly rushed towards Zichen Hall with Chu Yun.

"Father-in-law Chang, has Your Majesty rested?" Mo Haoning saw Chang Shiliang guarding the door of Zichen Hall from a distance, and ran a few steps forward to ask.

"Lord Wang." Chang Shiliang bowed his hand and said, "Your Majesty is in it to approve the folds. The miscellaneous family will go and spread the word." With that, Chang Shiliang turned around and walked into the Zichen Palace.

Mo Haoning recalled the conversation with the old queen mother in Funing Palace just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt cold sweat.

"Lord, lord?" Chang Shiliang interrupted Mo Haoning's contemplation, "Your Majesty, please come in."

Mo Haoning couldn't wait to walk inside.

"Father

King." Mo Haoning bowed his hand and said goodbye.

"Sit down." Mo Junchen didn't raise his head, "Chang Shiliang said that you looked in a hurry, but what's the matter?"

"Father," Mo Haoning arched his hand, "The female officials who served by the emperor's grandmother's side, can your father remember who they were?"

The cinnabar pen in Mo Junchen's hand stopped, and he raised his head and looked at Mo Haoning suspiciously: "Why did you suddenly ask this?" Seeing Mo Haoning's nervous expression, not like he was casually messing around, Mo Junchen couldn't help but hang the pen on the pen stand, thinking carefully, "Leng Mei, and ......" Mo Junchen was a little unsure, there was obviously a familiar figure in his mind, almost going in and out with Leng Mei, but Mo Junchen couldn't remember her appearance or her name.

"Hanju." Mo Haoning said softly.

"Yes! Han Ju!" As soon as Mo Haoning's words fell, the figure in Mo Junchen's mind instantly became clear, with a smile, gestures, and even the tone of daily speech clearly appeared in Mo Junchen's mind.

"Didn't Father almost forget Han Ju just now?" Mo Haoning saw that Mo Junchen's expression was wrong, and couldn't help but ask softly.

"Maybe I've been too tired lately......" Mo Junchen shook his head and stretched his body. He didn't know how to explain what had just happened, he just felt so tired and tired all of a sudden, like he was suddenly forced to remember a lot of things, he was very sleepy, and now he just wanted to sleep well.

"Now that the father is tired, the son is gone." Although Mo Haoning was still full of confusion, he couldn't rely on it anymore. Not only because Mo Junchen wants to rest, but more importantly, he wants to meet another person.

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"The prince is saying that a painting sucks a big living person into it, and then everyone doesn't remember such a person?" Mo Haoning finally knocked on Qiao Xiya's courtyard door with two portions of milk mung bean smoothie and a portion of jujube flower cake as bait, but he could only sit at the stone table in the courtyard and talk.

Qiao Xiya lowered her head and ate the smoothie, listening to the chatter of Mo Haoning and Chunling in her ears, and quickly recalled the ancient books she had read. But no matter how she recalled, she had no impression of such a painting.

"Maybe you can ask Yun Zhishui, the owner of Biluozhai in the eastern suburbs. It's just ......" Qiao Xiya's expression was a little down.

"Who?" Qiao Xiya suddenly made a sound, startling Mo Haoning, who was describing the pearl to Chunling.

"Daning paints saints, clouds stop water." Qiao Xiya pushed the smoothie bowl away, picked up a piece of jujube flower cake and took a bite.

"The clouds stop the water?" Mo Haoning frowned, "I've heard of this person, and it's said that he has a very strange temperament."

"If you want to find out, maybe you have to go to him." Qiao Xiya patted the crumbs on her hands and looked at Mo Haoning seriously.