My lord, you crushed me

Mo Jue has always been not interested in the intrigues in the palace, and Prime Minister Zuo's coveting of Mu Zixuan's throne has not happened overnight. If it weren't for the emperor's sudden visit today, he would not want to waste most of his time on palace fighting .

Perhaps thinking of something interesting, the corners of Mo Jue's mouth curved towards a perfect angle in the end. Mo Jue never believed in the existence of love at first sight. After staying in my mind for a short time, it was gradually erased by other things.

In the dark, the hermit had been quietly observing his master's movements. After following Mo Jue for so many years, he rarely saw such an open smile on Mo Jue's face, so he couldn't help feeling a little dazed for a moment.

When the hermit came back to his senses again, his master had sat cross-legged in front of the table without knowing when. Under the golden afterglow of the setting sun, Mo Jue became more and more attractive, even if the hermit was a man, Inevitably there will be some daydreams.

Naturally, Mo Jue had always known about the hermit's existence. Even if he didn't see the expression on the hermit's face, he could guess the hermit's mood at this time, and the unconscious smile gave him a lot of points.

Mo Jue concentrated on staring at the snow-white rice paper spread on the table with bated breath, then picked up the paintbrush, just when the tip of the brush was just about to fall on the rice paper, Mo Jue hesitated, what happened in the peach forest once again surfaced in Mo Jue In his mind, especially that face that was more handsome than himself.Maybe the pen and ink stayed in the air for too long, the mischievous ink dripped directly onto the rice paper along the tip of the pen, and the ink quickly spread on the rice paper, making the originally pure white and clean rice paper become particularly abrupt.

Mo Jue calmed down from his own thoughts, he didn't show any embarrassment to the sudden dripping of ink, he just frowned slightly, smoothed the bristles of the brush again, and returned to the state of painting .At that moment, the temperature of the paper and fingertips seemed to merge together, and the paintbrush in Mo Jue's hand was glowing with a faint golden light, playing heartily in the afterglow of the setting sun.He pursed his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were full of seriousness, from shallow to deep, and delicately outlined.

When the afterglow of the setting sun completely submerged the mountain, Mo Jue's painting had already been completed. The little brother who had only met once in the peach forest that day suddenly appeared on Mo Jue's drawing paper, but he always felt that there was something missing in it. something happened.

The last time in Taolin, the hermit happened to be on a mission, so naturally he didn't know about the connection between Mo Jue and the man on paper. He firmly imprinted the image of that man in his mind, and he believed that one day he would able to see him.

Mo Jue stroked his chin and looked at the painting quietly, wanting to redeem that small imperfection, but he had no inspiration, so he had no choice but to give up in the end. Roll it up and put it in the painting jar casually.

Mo Jue never mentioned this matter to anyone, so naturally the painting has always been in Mo Jue's painting tank.After arranging his clothes, he opened the door and left, and the hermit hid in the darkness again.

At this time, the protagonist who accidentally bumped into Mo Jue in the peach forest last time was trying to persuade his young master in the prime minister's mansion.

"Master, you just came back from the march, and you were exhausted all the way, so you should listen to the master's words and stay in the mansion obediently, so as not to cause trouble." Although Momo knew that her young master was always the master who couldn't be idle, but You can't just go to Fireworks Lane to have a fling secretly as soon as you come back. If Prime Minister Yan finds out about it, he'll probably have another excuse.

Yan Yuanjie looked at this Momo who was completely defined by him as a feudal servant with disgust. That submissive character is really a product of this era. Although he can't change this dynasty, he also wants to change Momo. It's time to take him out to experience Got it.

"I'll take care of anything, just follow me."

"But..." Momo seemed to have a lot to say, but Yan Yuanjie didn't give him a chance at all, he just pushed open the door and left. Momo gritted his teeth and stood there anxiously, finally looking at Yan Yuanjie's back Slowly getting shorter and shorter, he breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of death on his face, "Never mind him, just die." Then he shouted in Yan Yuanjie's direction, "Master, wait for me!"

Everything was within Yan Yuanjie's expectation, after hearing Momo's call, he not only did not slow down, but walked faster, the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc against the setting sun behind him,

Momo quickly caught up, but he was out of breath, Yan Yuanjie raised his eyebrows to look at Momo, raised his hand and pointed forward.Momo looked in the direction Yan Yuanjie was pointing at, it was okay not to look, Momo's little face instantly turned red like a monkey's butt.