Today is already early spring, the glow is sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the courtyard, the ancient trees have added a touch of green in these few days, and the breeze is moist with the astringency of the earth.

Emperor Jingmu sealed the pen in January, Ning Rusong also ushered in the January vacation, he rarely did not have to leave the Biyuan early to deal with official business, opened the cold phoenix eyes, felt the warmth in his arms, lowered his head and saw He Yue sleeping with his arm crooked, his beautiful little face flushed, he just looked at the meeting quietly, and then got up slowly.

The curtain of gold silk embroidery was lifted and put down, Ning Rusong got off the bed, the placket of the underwear was a little scattered, faintly revealing ambiguous red marks, but he himself didn't care at all, and went out of the dormitory to the warm pavilion.

The mandarin duck was sent to the clouds and rain, which is really a common thing and a pleasure for husband and wife, why don't you dare to let outsiders know, let alone a group of humble palace people don't have the courage to talk about it.

The palace people waited for him to wash, Xiao Guanzi humbly knelt on the ground to tie the button for him, Ning Rusong Junya's sparse eyebrows were not much idle, he said unhurriedly, "Lone first go to the martial arts training ground to practice martial arts and then come back, if the princess wakes up first and wants to eat, let her use it first, don't wait for Lone." ”

Grinding through the iron inkstone, sawing the rope and sawing the wood, the proud prince learned to be considerate before he knew it.

"Yes, His Royal Highness the Prince." The palace people knelt on the ground to send off the prince.

All the time periods are combined, and it is only half a year, if it weren't for the fact that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince often has to meet outsiders in the Changxin Palace, I am afraid that the Biyuan will be able to replace the Changxin Palace.

After another hour, He Yue woke up slowly, her weak body half sat up and leaned on the bed, her black hair fell on her shoulders scatteredly, and she softly called the palace people to come in and serve.

The voice is soft, but calm.

Outside the hall, Mo'er was holding a basin with warm water, she was a second-class palace maid, and Mama Lu didn't assign her heavy work out of various considerations, just serving tea and pouring water.

"The crown princess is a kind and kind master, don't have any other hearts, do your duty as a slave, otherwise I won't let you go."

Mama Lu warned Mo'er with a gloomy face, Mo'er nodded timidly, her delicate complexion looked even more moving under the morning light, she was indeed a rare beauty.

"Mama Lu, the slave will definitely abide by her duty as a slave." Mo'er is low and small.

She felt the pain in her chest and arms, and laughed in her heart, how could anyone feel that He was a gentle, pure and kind person, and when He snatched the knife and stabbed her chest, he didn't spare his hand at all.

Mo'er is the original masked assassin, and the gender is naturally not a woman, "she" is actually "him", now the situation in the Lan Kingdom is not right, there are people chasing him everywhere, he has to find a safe and hidden hiding place for himself, the East Palace Biyuan of the Great Cloud Dynasty is very good, and there is a "charitable" master.

He held the basin of water, followed closely in front of the palace into the dormitory, bypassing the complicated screen, he quietly raised his eyes, only to see that the curtain on the carved silk bed was still tightly closed, and he could only see a slender figure sitting at the head of the bed.

Mama Lu arranged the palace people in an orderly manner, and the little peach lifted the curtain, hung it on the golden hook of the bedpost, and bowed down to say hello, "Please say hello to the crown princess." ”

He Yue bowed slightly, and then several palace people sat on the wide chair around her, waiting for the wash, Mo'er knelt on the ground, holding a basin of water in her hand, she had always heard of the extravagant style of the nobles of the Dayun Dynasty, and she only felt exaggerated and smacked her tongue before, but now she knows the truth when she sees it with her own eyes.

When he was thinking, he only heard the crown princess He call him, "Mo'er." ”

Mo'er, an extremely feminine name, is naturally a pseudonym, but now he is "Mo'er", and he can't show the slightest clue, the crown prince of the Great Cloud Dynasty is a terrifying figure, and the crown princess He is not a true and good person who is the same on the outside.

"The slave is here." Mo'er raised her head, but her eyes drooped naturally, this was also the rule taught by that Mama Lu, and he found that any rule of the Great Cloud Dynasty could crush the palace people to death.

At last night's banquet, He Yue felt that Mo'er was very beautiful, and now she is even better, and she can see such a face early in the morning, which makes her feel a little more comfortable, and Xiuya's eyebrows and eyes are a little more relaxed.

"Mo'er, come closer." He Yue casually wiped Yujie's fingers with a brocade handkerchief.

The palace people in the hall all stopped their movements in an instant.

Mo'er heard her command and was about to get up, but she was silently pressed on her back by Mama Lu behind her.

So he gritted his teeth secretly, and in less than a day, he was completely disgusted with the word rules, so he could only put aside the basin in his hand and slowly walked to He Yue on his knees, "Crown princess." ”

Little Peach took the Jinpa used in He Yue's hand.

He Yue stared at Mo'er on the ground, and lifted his face with her fingers, the force was gentle, but it had an undeniable beak, she sighed sincerely, "It's a pity that Mo'er is a palace maid." ”

"As long as you want, this palace will definitely find you a good place to go."

Her hands had just been soaked in water, and now they were slightly cool, and her soft fingertips were pressed against his cheeks.

Perhaps it was in this courtyard that the power was magnified, and Mo'er also had a sense of oppression.