There is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the wind, and the flying petals are like light butterflies dancing freely at the moment.
"Hair?" Looking at Mo Yan's casually pulled up black hair, the simple bun made people feel elegant, Mu Jin pursed her lips and smiled, "But it would be nice if you were really a woman."
Maybe it would be worse for a woman, Mu Jin sighed in her heart, no matter whether Mo Yan is a man or a woman, it will not be easy for him in this harem.
The fragrance that came with the wind did not make Mo Yan feel comfortable, but his expression seemed to be a little confused and innocent, and he murmured softly, "There is no choice in life."
Even though Mo Yan whispered, Mu Jin still heard it, and his heart moved. He didn't know if this sentence was meant for him or for Mo Yan himself.
"By the way, did you come to the palace just to say these words?" Mo Yan picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea before asking, "There is nothing interesting in this deep palace."
What is interesting is not things but people. A smokeless war has begun. Mo Yan knows it very well, but everyone thinks that she is just a person who can be rubbed.
Mu Jin saw that Mo Yan's indifferent expression was not much different from usual, but at this moment, he felt that Mo Yan was even further away from him.
"The gardener is playing with the new pots of peonies recently, why not go take a look," Mu Jin smiled and reached out to pick up Mo Yan, but stopped when she was a little away from Mo Yan's hand.
Mo Yan noticed Mu Jin's movement and just gently moved his hand to the side.
"Actually..." Mo Yan thought thoughtfully for a while, lowered the middle finger of his right hand to his lips for a while, looked Mu Jin up and down before slowly saying, "There are no red apricots here."
"..." Mu Jin was so cold by Mo Yan, Hongxing, Hongxing cheated... "Little Mo Yan, you are really..."
Mu Jin shrugged helplessly and made a gesture of invitation. He didn't want to be thought that he had the intention of dragging Hongxing out of the wall.
The royal garden of the imperial palace is very large, especially for a powerful country. The beauty of this royal garden cannot be compared with that of ordinary courtyards.
The flowers beside the rugged rockery are in bloom, and a few butterflies are flying around them.
Laughter came from not far away. Mo Yan was about to turn around and leave when he heard the laughter, but he heard, "Sister, since we are here, why don't we sit together?"