"What are you thinking?" Mo Jue tilted his head to look at her.

Di Jiu shook his head, his eyes flashing slightly, "You've always been here, aren't you afraid of being remembered by your boss?" The ghost army has always been aimed at the human world. ”

"Is there one?" Mo Jue's eyes narrowed, and he looked away.

"Not yet?" Di Jiu got up and walked to the table and continued to review the folds, "The belly and back are under the enemy." ”

Looking at the woman's careful review of the folds, Mo Jue subconsciously lightened her movements, and sat there carefully looking at the contours of her eyebrows and eyes, the warm color in her eyes was like the sunshine outside the hall.

Before you know it, a dead leaf floats down, and the leaf seems to have lost water, and it is yellow and dry.

Autumn is coming.

In the early morning, the palace ladies outside the main hall were sweeping the falling leaves, and from a distance, everyone was working hard and busy.

When Emperor Jiu came back, he stood there and looked at them.

"Have you had breakfast?" Mo Jue came over with a meal at this time.

Di Jiu raised his eyebrows, he didn't seem surprised that Mo Jue was carrying the food, which of those men could cook.

She said: "Not yet, just went to court." ”

Mo Jue moved the food in his hand, "Eat a little." ”

In the hall, he put down the food and clear soup, "The taste is not very strong, I don't know if you eat it or not." ”

"Some of them are already good to eat." Di Jiu smiled and thanked him, "Thank you, I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

Mo Jue casually took out the copy of "Plum Praise" from the bookshelf and continued to read, "It's not troublesome." ”

"Do you still read your own books with such relish?" Emperor Jiu asked while eating.

"Don't talk during meals, if you're bored, I'll just talk to you."

Mo Jue changed his posture and leaned there, the slender figure was very lazy, with a faint wantonness, it seemed that it was light and light at all times, it seemed that nothing could enter his eyes, and there was a little seriousness in the casualness.

"Although this book is written by me, it is so old that I can't remember what it is in, and when I look at it from the perspective of a bystander, I get a different feeling."

"It's like if you've experienced something that you can't extricate yourself from, and when it's about to be forgotten by time, you can look back and have a different taste, which is very interesting."

Di Jiu listened quietly, and many scenes flashed through his mind.

For example, when she was beheaded in her previous life, such as when she met Liyuan, such as when she escaped death, and then when she seized the throne.

She really found that when she looked at everything and then tasted it, it felt very different.

"You are worthy of being a poet, the ideological realm is different, is it time that has grinded you into what you are now?"

Mo Jue's gaze shifted and landed on the yellowing leaves outside the hall, "Maybe it's too much, maybe it's because I've seen too much, the more I see, the more I think, the more I understand, and the more I want, the clearer I want." ”

When the last sentence fell, his gaze stayed on Di Jiu's body for a moment, and then fell back to the book in his hand. person

"I'm curious about one thing."

"Huh?"

Mo Jue looked at her with a smile, "Why don't you ask me about the ghost army?" ”

Di Jiu put down the dishes and chopsticks after eating, "Can you tell me the truth if you ask?" Who knows if you're a spy planted here by the ghost army? ”

"Then why didn't you chase me away?"

The woman smiled, picked up the unfinished recital and looked at it, "If I am destined to encounter something, I can't hide from it, I dare to go against the sky, I am not afraid of all the tests that God gives me, all the conspiracies and tricks are vulnerable in the face of strong strength." ”