Soon, news spread that Jun Shujing, the eldest lady of Junfu, passed away from a serious illness.
In the mourning hall, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.
Beichen Shaoyuan was dressed in plain clothes, but he still couldn't hide his evil charm.
"Your Majesty, this king and Ling Ai have just forged a century-old friendship, how come—"
"King Xie! Jing'er has been ill since she fell off the horse, and she caught the cold a while ago..." Jun Qidao immediately covered his face and wept, "Old man...Old man..."
Jun Qidao cried with sincerity, and all the people present were moved.
Beichen Shaoyuan had a cold expression on his face, and walked straight to the coffin, ignoring everyone's surprise, and abruptly lifted the white cloth.
Jun Shuxing was lying in the coffin and had been dressed up as me. He was already weak and breathing weakly. After being dealt with by Xie Dongfang, he was no different from a dead person.
I stood behind the white curtain and saw Beichen Shaoyuan staring at the "dead man" for a long time, his deep eyes were deeper than usual.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers wanted to touch "her"'s face! I was shocked, this touch, you have to wear it!
"His Royal Highness!" I lifted the curtain and walked out from behind.
Beichen Shaoyuan turned to look at me, his outstretched hand stopped in midair.
"My sister has already gone." I held back my grief, "Please, His Royal Highness King Xie, let her sister go safely!"
"You are-"
"His Royal Highness Xie Wang, this is the book of Dog Zijun." Jun Qidao hurriedly stepped forward to answer.
Beichen Shaoyuan ignored it, and looked straight at me with a sharp gaze. I was pounding in my heart, but I had to hold my breath to look back at him.
For a long time, he stared into my eyes and said word by word, "Miss Jun and this king are already married. In life, they are this king's concubine. When they die, they are still this king's concubine. They will be buried according to the concubine!"
"Thank you, King Xie!" My trembling legs softened and I knelt down.
I felt that Beichen Shaoyuan had been looking down at me, making me dare not raise my head or even move. But in the end he just turned around and said something to Jun Qidao lightly.
"They look alike."
"Shu Xing and Shu Jing are the same mother!" Jun Qidao explained to him, and then instructed left and right, "Young master's injury has not yet healed, so why don't you help him go down to rest! "
I was also afraid that I would be found out after staying for a long time, so I pretended to be weak and went back to the back hall to rest. Intuitively, Bei Chen Shaoyuan kept staring at me with piercing eyes, making me walk on thin ice every step of the way.
Later, the funeral was held solemnly. Yin Yi told me that Beichen Shaoyuan left without stopping.
"King Xie is not a simple person." Yin Yi thought about it for a while, and then warned me solemnly, "You must be careful of this person in the future."
Of course I know this!
"Brother he is now—" I asked again.
"Doctor Xie and Shuxing have left Nanhuai City safely."
"That's good, but I won't see you in the future. Thank you."
I am a little sad, Xie Dongfang is the first person here who loves me, even if he notices that I am abnormal, he will never ask, and he only spoils me.
Yin Yi nodded, also with a sad face.
"By the way, I have an appointment with Mo Xichen today, so you should be ready." When he looked up, he resumed his smile.
I tacitly nodded at him, it was time to test my impostor. Mo Xichen had a grudge with Jun Shujing, but he had a good relationship with Jun Shuxing. If I can pass him, it means that I have succeeded in half.
I tried to cough twice, and after taking the medicine Xie Dongfang gave me, my voice has gradually become deep.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"no need!"
As I walked out, I waved my hand without looking back.
I walked into Tingzhuxuan, and I saw a thin figure sitting in front of the stone table under a few thin bamboos, sipping tea by himself.
"Big Brother Mo! Younger brother is late, I made you wait for a long time!" I bowed and apologized with a smile.
Mo Xichen turned his head, and the arrogance between his brows remained unabated.
He smiled lightly, and the smile looked better, a little less alienated, and more real.
"Do you still need to be polite?"
"Yes! Yes! It's been a long time since my younger brother and Big Brother Mo have not seen each other?"
"It's been a while." Mo Xichen nodded and said again, "Lingmei—"
He cut off his words, a bit of sadness on his face.
"My little sister is lucky..." I lowered my head.
Seeing that I was sad, Mo Xichen was also embarrassed, patted me on the shoulder, and comforted: "People can't be resurrected from the dead, Brother Shuxing should be careful!"
"I know, Brother Xie Mo cares!"
"By the way, I heard that you were injured while riding, are you feeling better now?" Mo Xichen changed the subject.
"Okay! But there is a little injury on the face, but it was made fun of by many people!"
I deliberately pointed to the light marks on my eyebrows, and he really stared at my face for a few times. I looked at him calmly, but it was a lie to say that I was not worried. I wonder if he would doubt that my face was the same as before different.
After a while, I felt as if it had passed hundreds of years, Mo Xichen frowned slightly and smiled again.
"Brother Shuxing is worried about ruining his appearance? But in my opinion, he is more handsome than before!"
My dangling heart fell. He said that to dispel my doubts. Even if he thinks that my appearance is slightly different, he will think that it is caused by injury.
"Big Brother Mo made fun of you!" I raised my brows and smiled, "This time I asked Big Brother Mo to come here to ask Big Brother to read a word."
"Oh? What word?"
"It's a poem I wrote the day before yesterday, please don't make fun of it, Brother Mo!"
"Is it Brother Shuxing's poem? Then I'll take a good look at it!" Mo Xichen seemed very interested.
I took out a three-foot-long Su Juan, which was written by me, no, to be exact, "Tea" by Yuan Zhen, written by Yin Yi.
Tea, fragrant leaves, sprouts. Mu Shike, loving monk's family. Grinding and carving white jade, Luo weaving red yarn. Choconium fried yellow stamens, the bowl turned Koji dust flowers. Invite to accompany the bright moon in the evening, and order the morning sun in the morning. Washing the ancient and modern people tirelessly, will know how to boast when drunk.
When Mo Xichen saw it, he couldn't bear to let it go.
"Wonderful and wonderful!"
He read it several times and recited it softly, apparently not paying attention to the words, but was attracted by the poem, and bursts of admiration from time to time.
"Brother Shuxing really has a wonderful mind! He is a poet who loves the monk's family. He has washed away the tireless people of ancient and modern times. How can you boast when you are drunk!"
"Brother Mo is wrong!" I bowed my head in embarrassment, such praise is really embarrassing! However, it seems that he did not recognize Yin Yi's words.
"Long time no see, Brother Shuxing is more talented than ever!" Mo Xichen closed his eyes and praised me with a smile.
"Compared to Big Brother Mo, the younger brother is ugly!" I hurriedly shook my head humbly.
"I can't wait to see what a masterpiece Brother Shuxing will do on the Mid-Autumn Festival night!"
Mo Xichen's eyes are full of sincerity, and my heart is full of enthusiasm. He is known as "the first talent in Nanhuai", but he only encourages and praises me, a rising star, without any jealousy or suppression.
I suddenly remembered that once we entered the officialdom, can we still talk about poetry and talk about words like today, or do we just like Jun Qi Dao, calculating this and that all day long, and honesty between people has become a luxury.
He sighed silently in his heart, but raised his head to make fun of him.
"My little brother also wants to see Big Brother Mo's 'first talent' style! "
The two looked at each other and smiled, and the Junshan Silver Needle in the blue-and-white porcelain cup also seemed to have an endless aftertaste because of this poem.