"It's also the one who wishes I'm going to die." His tone became even lighter. He also picked up the tea bowl, lifted the tea lid, slowly blew the steaming tea, took a sip, and then put it down. Then, he stared at her with a burning eyes and asked, "What did you just look at? You're so fascinated."

Mu Sheng was a little nervous, but he was calm and calm on his face.

She saw her free hand, lit the calligraphy and paintings on the table, and smiled and said, "Didn't you see it? Look at your calligraphy and paintings. My painting skills are not very good, and I am idle, so I took a picture of your calligraphy and paintings, and wanted to follow the paintings to see if I could improve a little."

Feng Junchi glanced at his calligraphy and paintings. Sure enough, there was a piece of white paper with a small part of her paintings drawn by her, and his face looked a little unfair.

It turns out that I'm not thinking about him.

Mu Sheng didn't realize it, and asked with a smile: "How about it, does this painting contain the essence of you?"

Feng Jun said nothing.

Mu Sheng took another sip of tea before putting it down, and asked seriously: "I wonder what the so-called "Your Highness the Crown Prince is here to come to the General's Mansion today?"

Call him His Royal Highness...

The meaning of alienation is obvious...

Thorn him from time to time to let him know what she meant and planned...

"Mu Sheng." He suddenly called her name.

In my impression, she never called her that.

Mu Sheng was in a daze for a moment and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, if you have something to do, just say it."

Feng Junchi looked at her, opened his mouth, and finally he just said helplessly: "Forget it."

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Feng Junchi didn't look at her anymore, but took the painting she had just drawn. Although she was painting according to her, she saw that although she was smooth and her brushwork was even, she didn't look like a person with poor painting skills. He knew that she must have been lying and must have missed him. She was in a good mood immediately, but her face was not visible at all, and she still had facial expressions.

Mu Sheng was still calm, but the longer Feng Jun looked at the paintings she drew, the more she felt nervous.

It's like he can see through her true feelings as long as he looks at it for a while.

Fortunately, Feng Junchi didn't look at it much, so he just took another look and returned the painting to her.

Mu Sheng couldn't sit down any longer, but stood up in an extremely natural way, picked up his painting on the desk, walked to the wall, and hung it on the wall, while hanging it, she asked casually: "As the prince of the Eastern Palace, isn't it good to leave the palace casually?"

"I just went to see Prime Minister Zhang."

"Oh. What's wrong with him, Prime Minister?" She was still casual.

"Depression becomes a disease and wants to resign."

Mu Sheng was surprised and happened to hang the painting on the wall again. She immediately turned around to look at him.

He continued: "It's been cleared."

Mu Sheng only sighed. Prime Minister Zhang is worthy of being the leader of all officials. Then she smiled and said, "Is it clear? Do you know the root of his illness?"

He picked up the tea again, took a sip, and said lightly: "It's not difficult to guess."

Mu Sheng laughed. He is a smart person, so of course it is not difficult to guess.

He looked at her coldly and said, "The Prime Minister misunderstood and thought it was you who told me."

Mu Sheng knew it and smiled, "So, what did he reveal to you?"

Feng Junchi: "The things went to Yangting."

"It's Yangting." Mu Sheng nodded. He walked back and did not sit down. He just leaned his arms against the bookshelf next to him, and was lazy. "Your mother is right, your father... is not worthy of being the king."

Sooner or later, Feng Jun was so cold that he had no feeling when he heard this, and said, "The Prime Minister said, my father was not like this before. My mother once said this."
Chapter completed!