Every world I die young

It's ridiculous to say that he has no place to go in this huge palace. After thinking for a long time, he finally went into the imperial study.

Mu Jiayan rubbed his brows, hoping that this kind of life can continue. He doesn't expect Mo Yinglan to forgive him, but he also selfishly wants to maintain the status quo and doesn't want him to leave him. Fortunately, he has nowhere to go.

Picking up a memorial on the table, Mu Jiayan read it.

Looking at it, Mu Jiayan's expression gradually became serious.

After flipping through several memorials in a row, the content inside has been changed, but the meaning is almost the same.

Mu Jiayan closed the last memorial in agitation. His, those dear uncles, are really wicked...

The cold palace, dilapidated and desolate, the cold wind howling.

Yun Ying, who was dressed in shabby thin clothes, sat blankly on the dirty ground, and the mud and water on her body dripped down.

Her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and the egg liquid vegetable soup was stuck on it. I don't know how long it had been, and the whole body gave off a foul smell, which was extremely unpleasant.

When the eunuchs guarding the Leng Palace delivered food to her through the Leng Palace, they all covered their noses and hurried away, their eyes full of disgust and contempt.

Yunying didn't respond, the little eunuch spat hard on her face, but she didn't move.

"Bad luck!" The little eunuch walked away cursing.

Yunying lay on the ground, stretching out her chilblained hands to pick up the rice. She said it was food, but it was actually rotten yellow rice and a cold corner of leftovers.

Yunying numbly grabbed it with her hands and stuffed it into her mouth, swallowing heavily.

"Woooo..." Yunying suddenly lifted her neck in pain, tears rolled down her cheeks, and no one responded.

Gradually, Yunying's face turned blue, she gave a desperate smile, stretched out her fingers and pressed hard on the base of her tongue.

"vomit……"

The sour smell of food mixed with stomach acid permeated the air.

On the ground, a ball of paper lay quietly in the filth.

Yunying whimpered, and regardless of the dirtiness of the floor, she reached out and grabbed the ball of paper and stuffed it into her underwear.

Mu Jiayan has suddenly become busy these days, and the "Please An" that he used to do three times a day at regular intervals no longer comes, and occasionally he gets dizzy from being busy, and even disappears for days and nights.

In the palace, there seemed to be some kind of omen, almost everyone walked in a hurry all day long, and the storm was about to come.

In the dormitory, Mo Yinglan was sitting in a brand new soft wheelchair, holding Mu Jianzhen in her arms.

Seeing the fragrance of sweet osmanthus outside the window, and remembering the last main task, Mo Yinglan sneered, and called her personal maid, "Hanju, help me out for a walk."

Hanyu was a little conflicted. Mu Jiayan's order was to take good care of Mo Yinglan and agree to all of Mo Yinglan's requests, but she was not sure that she could take good care of her when she went out.

But as long as it is Mo Yinglan's request, she has no choice but to agree. After a battle between heaven and man, Hanyu said: "Yes, but my lord, slaves need to tell His Majesty..."

Mo Yinglan interrupted her, "I'm very depressed, I just want to go around the lotus pond in the Royal Garden to relax, nothing unexpected will happen, don't tell His Majesty, let him worry."

Not far behind him, a little servant's eyes flickered.

If Mu Jiayan is told, the task will fall short, and he is not stupid, just let nature take its course.

Hanyu was silent, thought for a long time, and then said: "Okay, my lord, let's rest for an hour before going, take a turn, and come back immediately, my lord is weak and can't stand the slightest stimulation."

"Well, I see, it won't be long."

It's only a few minutes, it really won't be long...

In the imperial garden, the woman who changed into a night gown changed from her previous muddleheadedness, and her eyes were full of deep and rolling hatred.

Her pale face looked like a ghost, and her lips were moving and muttering to herself.

"It will succeed...it will attract him..."