Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

Two hundred bolts of government-made fabrics are really..."

Mo Jingchun was reminded of the past by Yuan Heming's words, and shook his head helplessly.

At that time Mo Jingchun was still in the palace, and he didn't know about this until night, he couldn't laugh or cry.The mighty cloth line was full in front of the Mo residence.

...because it is also full.

His Majesty is sometimes naive.

The two ate tea and chatted casually. When the table was full of noodles, Yuan Heming leaned on his chin and said, "In a day or two, I'm afraid someone will come looking for you."

Mo Jingchun frowned slightly, but he didn't speak.

But thinking about it, he also understood what Yuan Heming meant.

Sure enough, a few days later, when Mo Jingchun was gradually recovering and was about to go back to work, courtiers came to the door one after another, which made the usually quiet Mo residence lively.

There were a few others who really came to express their condolences, which made Mo Jingchun a little surprised.

When Mo Jingchun returned to the court and felt the gazes falling on him, he only felt what it means to be hot.

In the past two years, Emperor Zhengshi had incidents about Mo Jingchun several times.

This time, the matter of Xu Huai's palace and other kings cutting power all started from Mo Jingchun.

This made many courtiers think that Mo Jingchun was His Majesty's favorite minister.

Perhaps, starting from him can persuade His Majesty even more.

From this point of view, yes and no.

After Emperor Zhengshi's "persecution" that day, the two of them hadn't seen each other for several days.

Now standing under the steps and looking up at His Majesty, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Mo Jingchun raised her eyebrows and looked away.

The things that the court has been arguing about recently are nothing more than those few things, and the courtiers are tired of hearing them, but they have to mention them before the dust settles.

Especially the Xuhuai Palace.

A few days ago, the sound of someone knocking on the door could be heard, especially at night.

It is said that every night, for some reason, there will be all kinds of ghosts and wolves howling in the palace, which is extremely terrifying.

The neighbors were so scared that they couldn't sleep well at night, and they always said that they dreamed of evil spirits taking their lives.

But Emperor Zhengshi had an attack in court before, and for a while, no one dared to speak again.

However, the Jingzhao Mansion handed over a document regarding the flooding in the west of the city.It's a pity that Emperor Zhengshi was dissatisfied after seeing it, so he threw the document back and asked the governor of Jingzhao to check it again.

Jingzhaofu Yin really had a headache, he just felt his head was full.

On the other side, after going down to court, Mo Jingchun wanted to leave the palace and go to Zongzheng Temple in a hurry, but Liu Hao stopped him unexpectedly.

Liu Hao said with a smile: "Zong Zhengqing, Your Majesty has a request."

Mo Jingchun's face changed again and again, and the fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled unconsciously.

Some extreme pain seems to be engraved in the flesh, it is really hard to get rid of.

Mo Jingchun's face turned slightly pale, but he followed all the way to the imperial study.

...It was the Royal Study Room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway...

Anyway, Mo Jingchun didn't want to go on, stepped over the threshold, bowed and saluted, "I pay homage to Your Majesty."

An arm stretched out from the side of the door, grabbed Mo Jingchun's wrist, and pulled it over, "Master, you want to have a text with me?" Are such serious remarks intended to annoy people?

Emperor Zhengshi was just changing his clothes, but he was wearing a feather blue cloud pattern shirt, which was very romantic.

It's just that the hand that fell on Mo Jingchun's body broke the elegant calm, showing a bit... toughness.

Mo Jingchun paused.

He lowered his head subconsciously and looked at the hands of the two men's flesh and blood, but his expression was a little strange.

... How does he feel, no, he doesn't feel.

Mo Jingchun's face changed slightly. Although the two were in contact, he couldn't feel the touch of their orthogonal grip.

As if like air?

It can be said that the air is not right...

[The penalty mechanism has already occurred, the countdown: 23:58:25]

Mo Jingchun was at a loss, is this the punishment?

If you don't feel His Majesty's contact, or even think that it doesn't exist, if you clearly stand in one place, hug one place tightly, but don't feel it, then it is indeed... considered a punishment.