"This is a nursery rhyme taught to us by our queen mother, how come I can't sing it?!" Mo Chuan put away the palms he was wiping with, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "Actually, I not only remember this nursery rhyme, but also
There are many things, such as when you were more favored than me when you were little, my mother always loved to sleep with you in her arms because she was afraid that you would be lonely, and the scene when our father painted this picture for us!"
With that said, he casually loosened the cloth in his hand, pulled out the painting from Queen Yi's old residence from his sleeve pocket with wet palms, and presented it to Jiu'er.
He slightly let go of his hand, and the originally rolled painting immediately came loose, and one end was immersed in the water. Jiu'er watched the wooden shaft sink into the water, clenching his hands under the water but still not making a move to catch it.
It wasn't until the water soaked the painting and the colors on the painting were smudged by the water that he stood up hastily, picked up the fallen wooden shaft from the water, and scolded, "Why did you get the painting wet? This is a palace."
The only portrait of a mother in this book!"
"Hmph!" Mo Chuan's face turned cold, "With your skills, you can catch it before it enters the water, so I am not the one who damaged the painting!"
Jiu'er's face was calm, but the corner of his lips raised a bitter smile, "That's right, if I had taken action earlier, maybe the outcome would not be like this!"
Of course he was not referring to this painting!
"What?!" Mo Chuan smiled coldly, "I don't want to keep pretending to be a fool anymore?!"
"It's no longer necessary in front of the imperial brother, is it?!" Jiu'er responded tit-for-tat.
"Ha..." Standing up slowly, Mo Chuan raised his head and laughed wildly, "To be honest, if it hadn't happened today, I would never have imagined that you have been pretending to be crazy and stupid for more than ten years. Speaking of which, I really want to thank God for giving me a mother and son!
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"If you are really grateful, you won't bewitch him!" Jiu'er looked at the two delicate young men standing side by side, who were slowly turning into chaos due to being soaked in water, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
It was a deep sense of helplessness.
Reaching over, he pinched one side of the painting, pulled it casually, and tore off the lower half of the painting, leaving only the upper part of their mother, Queen Yi. He released his fingers, leaving that half unclear.
The painting fell into the pool, and he lazily walked out of the bath, hung the half of the painting on a dry place on the shelf, casually pulled a large bathrobe to cover his body, and turned to Mo Chuan.