In order not to be discovered by King Jing'an and murdered, Zhui Feng hurriedly left without daring to take a second look, but his heart was still beating.
The last time he went to deliver the decree in Prince Dingyuan's palace, he felt that something was wrong with the way Prince Jing'an looked at the princess, but he didn't expect that something was wrong.
Unexpectedly, the younger brother actually fell in love with his older brother's woman!
This is really interesting!
Well, I have discovered such a big secret. Should I report this to the emperor
Zhui Feng began to think deeply.
Not long after Chu Shaobai left, a figure in black quietly entered the Buddhist hall.
Mo Chuan walked to the front of the collapse and saw the words and pictures that Chu Shaobai left on her face at a glance. He couldn't help but be startled. He quickly understood the meaning of the words and pictures, and his handsome eyebrows immediately wrinkled.
snort! This brat is so brave, he actually used her face as a drawing paper to write and draw
He quickly stepped out and when he came back, he had a wet towel in his hand.
Sitting in front of the couch, he slowly wiped the ink on her face with a towel. Worried about waking her up, he only dared to wipe it gently.
Her skin was bruised, white and tender. After just a few rubs, her thin face turned red, like the petals of a white camellia stained with a faint blush, which was charming and charming.
He looked at it and felt his heart pounding.
Shen Ning only felt itchy on her face in her sleep. She frowned and muttered: "It's so itchy. Where did the mosquitoes come from?"
When she opened her eyes, she faced Mo Chuan's dilated black pupils and was stunned for a moment.
It took her a while to realize: "Mo Chuan, it's you? What are you doing?"
She found that Mo Chuan's hand was holding a towel, which was resting on the right side of her face. No wonder she felt itchy.
Mo Chuan looked calm and said: "Your face is dirty, I am helping you wipe it."
He continued to wipe it twice and wiped away all the ink stains left by Chu Shaobai, leaving no trace.
"Why is my face dirty? I clearly washed my face at night?"
Shen Ning touched her smooth cheek in confusion, and then looked at the towel in Mo Chuan's hand. It was gray and black, and it was obviously wiped from her face. She suddenly blushed, but she couldn't understand how her face could be dirty. If that's the case, could it be that the water he used to wash his face was ink
Mo Chuan threw the towel away, pursed his thin lips, and stared at her smooth jade face with a smile. He was originally in a bad mood, but when he saw her, he inexplicably got better.
Shen Ning's eyes turned on his face and suddenly asked: "Have you encountered anything unhappy?"
He was slightly startled: "How did you tell that I was unhappy?" When he saw her, he was obviously smiling.
"Of course you can see it from here." She raised her hand and pressed a finger between his eyebrows. It was warm and soft, and Mo Chuan did not move away.
"You frowned not long ago, and the mark here hasn't disappeared. Are you encountering something troublesome? Why not tell me? Maybe I can help you." Shen Ning He held his chin and looked at him, pretending to be listening.
Mo Chuan shook his head: "This is a national event, so you'd better not know about it."
"National affairs? I just like to hear about national affairs, like the intrigues in the palace where you hurt me and I hurt you. If you tell me, I don't want to hear it yet." Shen Ning wrinkled her nose.
Mo Chuan couldn't help pinching the tip of her nose: "Do you really want to listen?"