Please don't see, please don't see

Lan Qing found Yu Lin's things familiarly. When she piled everything in front of Mo Lingfeng, he saw the familiar rouge box at a glance, and his heart tightened.

He picked up the rouge box with a calm expression, and asked gently: "This thing is a bit unfamiliar, I wonder if it is?"

Lan Qingyun glanced at it, and said casually: "It seems to be the rouge box that Su Zi gave at that time." After she finished speaking, she glanced again and said doubtfully, "No, we threw away that rouge box, Why is my sister still alive?"

Mo Lingfeng smiled inexplicably, put the rouge box in his breast pocket, and murmured: "Let's start."

The medicine given by Imperial Physician Ming did not prevent Yu Lin's death, but in this life Mo Lingfeng was finally able to see his mother for the last time.

Before Yu Lin died, she looked at her son, her eyes filled with tears, her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say a lot, but she didn't know how to say it.

"Mother, needless to say, I understand, you go now, I will give you justice in the end." Mo Lingfeng held Yu Lin's hand and said bitterly.

Yu Lin's eyes were full of anxiety, as if she didn't want him to sacrifice too much for herself.

Mo Lingfeng rested his head on his mother's arm. In his last life, he didn't know who was responsible for killing his mother. In this life, he finally became a sensible person, so he naturally understood what he should do next.

Yu Lin passed away with deep regret, and Mo Lingfeng seemed to take everything lightly. When everyone was crying sincerely or pretendingly, he didn't shed a single tear. Everyone looked at him strangely, as if he was He is like an unfilial son in the eyes of the world.

Mo Lingfeng didn't wait until Yu Lin's funeral was over before going back to the palace, because there was not much left for Mo Zhaqin's challenge.

Before returning to the palace, Mo Lingfeng went to the rouge shop that his mother often went to. Because everyone knew him, Mo Lingfeng quickly found out the origin of the rouge box.

The shopkeeper of the rouge box is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with a slightly bald forehead, and shrewd eyes flashing in his eyes. When he looks at Mo Lingfeng, he always seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts and see through the little secrets in the other's heart.

"Mr. Mo, this rouge box is not sold in our store. The rouge in our store is all rose-scented. All the girls and wives in this city like that smell." The shopkeeper's eyes turned.

"Then this is?" Mo Lingfeng put the rouge box on the counter in front of the shopkeeper, and asked with a smile, "Or, is this not from your shop?"

"No, no, this is also from our shop, but it didn't sell well, so it was withdrawn after selling a few boxes." The shopkeeper smiled obsequiously.

"Let me guess, this rouge box is probably entrusted by the prime minister's mansion to sell it?" Mo Lingfeng reached out to pick up the rouge box, and put it in his sleeve.

The shopkeeper looked around, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Mo also knows, who in this city dares to offend the people in the prime minister's mansion. I am also a small business, so I dare not offend."

"How many people has this rouge box been sold to?" Mo Lingfeng asked.

"Well, I have all the records here, let me check it out. In fact, this rouge box is not very popular because of its special fragrance, so everyone doesn't like it, so it doesn't sell well." ……this……"

After a while, the shopkeeper handed the account book to Mo Lingfeng and said, "Mr. Mo, look, except for the grandma of the Mo family, only a few aunts from outside the city bought it, and no one cares about the rest. .”

Mo Lingfeng memorized those names silently. He wondered if he would go to see if he had the chance to see if they also passed away like his mother.

When he left Yan Rouzhi Shop, Mo Lingfeng took a deep breath, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked up at the sky, and then strode towards the palace.

To know what's wrong with this rouge box, I'm afraid I can only turn to that imperial physician named Mingjie for help.

Since Su Zi insisted on putting himself to death, he wanted to see who would win the battle in the end?

Isn't Su Zi going to be the crown prince?Then I would not let her get what she wanted, but what kind of ability does she have?

Mo Lingfeng, who returned to the palace, seemed to be a different person. He no longer flinched in front of Chi Mo, and was able to bravely meet Chi Mo's eyes, which were always unpredictable before. feelings.

Mo Lingfeng was even prepared, so why not sacrifice himself again for the revenge of his mother?

Chi Mo still came to see Mo Lingfeng playing the piano every day, and when there was only one day left before the ten-day deadline set by Mo Zhaqin, Chi Mo felt the restlessness in Mo Lingfeng's body, and the originally calm eyes were also disturbed. Started to flicker.

In the piano room, while shaking the folding fan lightly, Chi Mo stared intently at Mo Lingfeng's slightly distracted eyes, feeling more and more heavy.

Hu Fei on the side obviously felt the strangeness of Mo Lingfeng. He pushed the wheelchair to Mo Lingfeng who had just put his hands down from the piano stand, and asked suspiciously: "Mr. Mo, why is today different from the past? It's because Mo Lingfeng Madam's business?"

Mo Lingfeng raised his head slightly, smiled wryly and said, "That's not true, it's just me..."

Hu Fei came to Mo Lingfeng's side, looked up and down with concern and asked, "Or is it because of physical discomfort?"

"No...no...maybe it's because the competition is going to be tomorrow, so I'm just a little nervous." Mo Lingfeng's eyes flicked across Chi Mo's face from time to time, with a trace of inadvertence and nostalgia.

"Then let's take a rest first, let's try again at night." Hu Fei didn't feel anything strange, he pushed the wheelchair to the side of Chi Mo with a calm face, and said, "Since Mr. Mo doesn't practice piano anymore , then the second son can come back?"

Chi Mo put away the folding fan smartly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his eyes slightly, which made his peach blossom eyes full of affection from time to time even more charming. He stared straight at Mo Lingfeng and said: "Chi Mo is not in a hurry to go back, otherwise When Mr. Mo is interested again, won't Chi Mo miss a good show?"

Mo Lingfeng also smiled slightly and said: "The second son is not afraid that the emperor will wait in a hurry. When the time comes, he will blame him, but I can't escape the responsibility, but the second son is still happy and happy."

Chi Mo lowered his head and savored this sentence carefully, then raised his head slightly after a while, and said with a smile, "Mr. Mo is...jealous?"

Hu Fei felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he immediately stood between Chi Mo and Mo Lingfeng and said, "The second son was joking, Mr. Mo is just afraid of the emperor's blame, how can the second son think so."

A faint smile was drawn at the corner of Chi Mo's mouth. He looked at the folding fan in his hand and said playfully, "I think Mr. Mo knows whether Chi Mo is joking."

Mo Lingfeng lowered his head slightly, and said, "Forget it, since the Second Prince wants to hear it, then Mo Lingfeng will play another Haishi Gengdrum."

"More drums at Haishi?" After Chi Mo finished speaking, he opened the folding fan heavily, and a half-understanding smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.