My lord, the princess is a man!

The people who returned to the imperial court finally returned to the imperial court today. They were still welcomed by the people of the whole city, and the monarchs and ministers were as happy as before. The only difference is that no one came out to block the way this time, and no one looked at him with those transparent eyes. , Sitting on the ground foolishly.

"My lord, my lord." Rong Song called him several times behind him before the man was released from his own world, and glanced at him impatiently.

"It's time to dismount, the emperor and the others are waiting in front."

"Oh, yes." Chu Mo's face showed the ignorance he had never had before, and he reacted stupidly for a long time before raising his hand to signal the people behind him to dismount with him and slow down their forward speed.

"My subordinates refer to the emperor, long live my emperor." Chu Mo knelt down on one knee and respectfully saluted the man in the bright yellow dragon robe. As he knelt down, the army behind him saluted in unison. Immediately, the entire sky resounded with a thick voice.

"Mo'er doesn't need to be so polite, get up quickly."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"I will hold a banquet today to celebrate your victory."

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Chu Mo is really not in the mood and those people at the banquet are hypocritical now, but because the emperor is present, he can't get angry, so he just sits there and pours down a glass of wine.

This was the first time that Chu Mo disliked his drinking capacity. After drinking so much, his brain was still abnormally sober, even more sober than before.

What he said that day lingered in my ears over and over again, even the sound of silk and bamboo around me couldn't cover his cold voice.

Lin Hanjiang, I, Chu Mo, are not something you can just push away. Sooner or later, I will let you fall into my hands again. At that time...

Chu Mo turned countless ways of torturing people in his mind, and in the end he could only beat the table in front of him angrily, cursing himself in his heart: Damn it!Wanting to fight but reluctant, he can only fuck to death, making him unable to get out of bed for the rest of his life is the best ending.

Lin Hanjiang was in front of the chessboard listening to his uncle explain how to play Go, when suddenly his nose itch and he sneezed.

"Feeling cold?" Meng Fan asked with concern.

"How can I be so delicate?" Rubbing his nose, he continued, "Maybe someone is scolding me behind my back." After finishing speaking, he put the chess piece in his hand in a more pleasing position, but he knocked his hand with a book as soon as it landed.

"Is this how chess is played?"

"Oh! It's so annoying, this kind of thing is really not suitable for me, I'd better eat and drink!" He raised his hand and messed up the chess pieces that Meng Fan had worked so hard to arrange on the chessboard.

"You..." Meng Fan didn't know what to scold him for a while, so he smiled and knocked his head, "Your mother was like this when she was a child, and you won't pay attention to things that don't interest you. It was just perfunctory, three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, and then your grandfather let her go."

Thinking of the old days, a light ignited in Meng Fan's eyes. From that light, he seemed to be able to see two children chasing in the yard. The little girl who was running in front accidentally fell down, and the boy behind immediately ran over to help her up. Pat the dirt on her body and coax her not to cry, it doesn't hurt.

The candles in the house fluttered gently with the breeze, and the figures also moved restlessly with it.

"Can you play the piano?"

"Qin, yes, mother taught me, what's the matter?"

"Play a song for uncle to listen to."

"Okay, where's Qin?"

Seeing Meng Fan standing up, Lin Hanjiang got up after him, followed him around in the yard, and finally pushed open a door.

"This is your mother's room before she left the pavilion. I asked them to clean it up yesterday, so you can sleep here tonight!"

"Okay." Lin Hanjiang looked at the furnishings in the room, and by the way, he imagined every detail of his mother's life here. It was not until Meng Fan plucked the strings in front of him that Lin Hanjiang pulled out of his own world.

"This Qin is called Fengming. It was made by a famous craftsman here with the materials that your grandfather found himself. It is a gift from her Jiji. Now it belongs to you."

"Give it to me?" Lin Hanjiang touched the piano in his hand in disbelief, and gently plucked the strings to make a pleasant tone, which echoed throughout the room.

"It's your mother's stuff and I'll pass it on to you, why don't you want it?" Meng Fan pretended to pick up the cloth covering the qin, and as soon as he moved his hands, he saw him put the qin in his arms and said, "Why don't you want it? This is something left by my mother, so my uncle hasn't returned my jade pendant to me yet."

"I'll give it to you tomorrow, let's play a piece now." Meng Fan found a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for the sound of the piano to enter his ears.

Lin Hanjiang also sat down and adjusted the strings a little, and a piece of music began. This piece was first taught to him by his mother, and it was also the longest one he learned. It was called "Feng Qiuhuang".

He can play every tone smoothly, which is already very good in the ears of outsiders, but my mother always said that what he plays is a dead song, which has no emotion and cannot touch people's hearts.

Sima Xiangru's love for Zhuo Wenjun may not be experienced in his life.

The sound of the piano stopped, Meng Fan still closed his eyes as if he was immersed in the world created by the sound of the piano, unable to leave for a long time.

"Is it still far from mother's level?" Lin Hanjiang lowered his head and plucked the strings casually.

"It's a bit of a gap, and it always feels like something is missing. But it's great that this piano can play its role again. Just for a moment, I even thought your mother was back. Do you know that you really look like her when you wear women's clothes?" It was carved out of a mold, and even I admitted it wrong at first." Meng Fan looked at the cold moonlight through the window and said, "It's getting late, let's rest!"

The moon sprinkled its indifference on the land of Zhou State, and also in the palace of Chu State.

The banquet was over, and the ministers walked out in twos and threes, only Chu Mo was walking on the bluestone road alone.

He drank too much, and he had some headaches, but he was not too shaky. Not far away, there was a figure standing there, as if he was waiting for someone.

Chu Mo glanced at him, then smiled self-deprecatingly, waiting for no one to wait for him, now no one in Duanwang Mansion would sit by the bed foolishly waiting for him to come back and fall asleep, and no one would fall asleep When it was time, she slipped over quietly and hugged him tightly.

"Brother Mo."

The voice was very familiar, and it took Chu Mo's chaotic brain to react for a while before he called out the name of the person in front of him, "Ming Yang."

"Well, long time no see."