The steward of the palace of rebirth

"Can't find it?" Mu Qianfan asked coldly, looking at Zhang Jingsheng with dissatisfaction.

Zhang Jingsheng pleaded guilty again and again, his forehead sweating.It's not that he didn't care to investigate, but that all the people he came into contact with said they didn't know who King Ling's sweetheart was. The city offers a reward, and there will be a big reward for anyone who finds out which woman Mu Changfeng is in contact with.They also hired people to check the ladies in the city, and contacted the matchmakers all over the city.It's a pity that after three or four days of busy work, I still haven't found out who Mu Changfeng's sweetheart is.

Mu Qianfan frowned after patiently listening to Zhang Jingsheng's words.

"Ah Er." Mu Qianfan called his leader of the dead soldiers, "What did the spies in the Lingwang Palace say?"

"Returning to the lord, according to the spies' report, no one in the Palace of the Mausoleum knows that the Mausoleum has a sweetheart. This rumor is very strange. The Mausoleum rarely goes out except for official business." Ah Er said.

"Could it be that the rumors are false?" Zhang Jingsheng asked.

Mu Qianfan tapped on the table with one finger, expressionless: "The investigators will keep a few, and take back the others."

Zhang Jingsheng and Ah Er looked at each other, "Yes."

King Ling has a mysterious sweetheart. After the rumor spread for a few days, there was no movement from Mu Changfeng, and no one found out who the mysterious sweetheart was. The people's enthusiasm for gossip gradually subsided. Most people thought that This is another false rumor.

"Most of the spies at the gate have dispersed, leaving only three or two kittens." Xifeng said after checking the situation around the Mausoleum Palace.

In the past few days, there are spies everywhere outside the Mausoleum's mansion to inquire about the truth, and the mansion is not peaceful. Some peripheral servants have collected other people's money and secretly want to sneak in to inquire about the news. These people were all caught by Gu Huaisi and thrown out of the mansion.Except for Zhao Wanqing, the spy of Prince Rui's Mansion, that woman was stopped several times when she tried to enter the main courtyard. If Mu Changfeng hadn't ordered her to stay, she would have been dealt with long ago.

Mu Changfeng didn't care too much about this matter. After Xifeng finished speaking, he just asked, "Where is Zhengqing?"

"Butler Gu called him for something, he is in the small courtyard now." Xifeng said.

Mu Changfeng put down the book and stared at one place, as if thinking about something.These two days when Gu Zhengqing was not around, he would be like this, sitting quietly or standing, not moving for a long time, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xifeng silently exited the house and jumped onto the nearest roof with a slightly puzzled expression.

Gu Zhengqing came back from the small courtyard, did not see Mu Changfeng in the hall, and asked people habitually: "Where is the prince?"

West Wind jumped down, "In the study."

"Thank you." Gu Zhengqing smiled and went to the study.

Xifeng jumped onto the roof again, and looked out of the study window, he saw Mu Changfeng, who was sitting quietly, moved.He walked behind the desk and quickly spread out the drawing paper.

When Gu Zhengqing came in, he saw Mu Changfeng painting, and walked over to grind without making a sound.Looking sideways, I found that there were just a few simple strokes on the drawing paper. During this time, Mu Changfeng often painted, sometimes he, and sometimes the scenery they saw on their way south and back.

"My lord, when will the concubine return to Beijing?" After a while, taking advantage of Mu Changfeng's rest, Gu Zhengqing asked.

The news of taixuanmen came half a month ago, saying that Su Yao will leave for Beijing in the next month, and it's time for her to return to Beijing.

"I haven't received the latest news yet, it will be soon." Mu Changfeng said, looking at the painting on the table and frowning secretly, he put down the pen, pulled out the drawing paper and destroyed it.

Gu Zhengqing was puzzled, "How did it get ruined?"

"There are flaws." Mu Changfeng said.

Gu Zhengqing realized.Mu Changfeng is very demanding, although in his opinion these "flawed" paintings are far more than those painted by many people who claim to be masters of painting.

"You draw." Mu Changfeng stepped aside and said.

"My lord?" Gu Zhengqing was puzzled.

"Draw me." Mu Changfeng said.

Gu Zhengqing was stunned for a moment, then blushed and coughed lightly, "I haven't picked up a paintbrush for a long time, I'm afraid I can't draw well."

Mu Changfeng looked at him persistently.

"Well, you can't blame me if you can't draw well." Gu Zhengqing was defeated, walked over, and spread out the drawing paper.

His painting style is different from Mu Changfeng's, and his skills are far inferior to Mu Changfeng's, but his eyes are on Mu Changfeng every day, and he may know more about Mu Changfeng than himself.From the moment he started writing, there was an unconscious smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were focused, and every stroke was serious.

Mu Changfeng watched quietly.

Time passed bit by bit. It was afternoon when Gu Zhengqing picked up the brush, and it was already evening when he finished it.It gets dark early in winter, and someone has already come in to light the lamp.Gu Zhengqing was so absorbed in the painting that he didn't even notice when the lamp on the desk was lit. When he regained consciousness, Mu Changfeng was still standing beside him.

As soon as Gu Zhengqing put down his paintbrush, Mu Changfeng took his hand and placed it on his wrist to send him internal energy. The gentle force circulated through his limbs, and Gu Zhengqing felt his back was sore and his arms were stiff and painful.The force eased his pain.

"Thank you, my lord." Gu Zhengqing was embarrassed, seeing Mu Changfeng looking at the painting, he hurriedly said: "I haven't held a brush for a long time, and my skills are a lot rusty."

Under the light of the candle lamp, the person in the painting stands holding a sword, his sword eyebrows are like ink, and his eyes are like stars.Standing tall and straight, standing sideways at will but standing firm like Mount Tai, a pair of starry eyes seem to penetrate the painting paper and penetrate into the heart.Mu Changfeng looked at the person in the painting with a smile in his eyes.

"The painting is very good." Mu Changfeng said.

Gu Zhengqing was embarrassed by Mu Changfeng's praise, but his eyes were shining brightly.

After a while, Li Rong came to call for dinner, and Gu Zhengqing and Mu Changfeng left.

The next day, Gu Zhengqing stepped into the study room, but he didn't find the painting from yesterday. He was puzzled for a while, thinking that Mu Changfeng put it away and didn't pay attention to it.

Not a while after he left, a hidden guard jumped down from the roof, put the painting that was specially taken to be framed by the most skilled master in the palace, put it on the bookshelf designated by Mu Changfeng, and then left with a whoosh.

"You said Changfeng had someone frame a painting for him?" Mu Lingtian sat behind the desk in the imperial study and asked Baolu in surprise.

"Returning to the emperor, it is absolutely true. It's just that the painting was not drawn by the mausoleum himself. Master Wang said that the artist who painted the mausoleum was average, but the mausoleum was painted very vividly." Baolu said.

"The painting is Changfeng?" Mu Lingtian asked.

"Hey, the slaves forgot to make it clear, the emperor forgives the sin. The person in the painting is His Royal Highness Mausoleum." Baolu said.

Mu Lingtian raised his eyebrows, interestingly. "It was drawn by that Gu Zhengqing."

Baolu chuckled twice, but didn't respond.

The shadow guards in the palace have already sent all the information about Gu Zhengqing from birth to the present to Mu Lingtian's desk. Some things recorded in this detailed information may even be forgotten by Gu Zhengqing himself. Mu Lingtian can easily Know what kind of person this is.

"I would like to invite him to the palace as a guest, but it's a pity, Changfeng is a close watcher." Mu Lingtian tsk-tsk, at this moment, he has completely disappeared from the appearance when he was angry with Mu Changfeng.

"Your Majesty, isn't the concubine coming back? Are you afraid that you won't have a chance?" Baolu said.

Mu Lingtian nodded, "Is there any news from Taixuan Sect?"

Baolu shook his head, "It should be soon."

"Tell me in time if you have any news." Mu Lingtian said.

"Your servant obeys." Baolu said.

Gu Zhengqing didn't know that even the emperor knew that he had painted a picture. These days, he was busy taking care of Qiwu Courtyard. It will be more than 20 days before Su Yao returns home. He has to tidy it up quickly. What should be replaced? , the addition of the addition.When Su Yao comes back, it's time to prepare for the New Year, and she needs to be busy again.

It can be said that everyone in the entire palace, except Mu Changfeng, will be extremely busy.

Manager Qian of the accountant had already caught Gu Zhengqing and complained several times, saying that Mu Changfeng left the shopkeeper behind and wanted him to do everything, so be careful that he quit.

Gu Zhengqing comforted him a few words, then raised it with Mu Changfeng when he turned around.

So in the past few days, Guanshi Qian can be seen entering and leaving the main courtyard.The old man kept a straight face, feeling that he was at a loss.After leaving Qian's house, not only did he not be able to escape leisurely, but he became even busier!

After the beginning of winter, it snowed several times, and it snowed again in the middle of the night. The thick layer was almost level with the floor of the corridor.

The guards of the main courtyard shoveled and cleared the snow, but Gu Zhengqing was detained inside the house by Mu Changfeng on the grounds that it was snowing heavily and it was cold.

Gu Zhengqing said several times that he had something to do but was dismissed, so he could only obediently lean on the chair and read a book.The inside of the house was warm with charcoal, and covered with fox fur, Gu Zhengqing huddled on the chair, drowsy and lazy.

When Mu Changfeng came back, he took off his cloak and walked over, picked up Gu Zhengqing, sat on the chair by himself, let Gu Zhengqing sit on him, and kissed him.

Gu Zhengqing's ears were slightly red, but his attitude was much calmer: "Have you finished your business?"

"En." Mu Changfeng said.

"Didn't Manager Qian say that he couldn't finish it today?" Gu Zhengqing was curious.Mu Changfeng paused, and then said, "Don't worry about him."

Gu Zhengqing was stunned, then laughed uncontrollably.

Mu Changfeng hugged him, squinting his eyes and rubbing against him.

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