Mu Feng returned to the room again, lying next to Mo Yan, staring at Mo Yan for a while before falling asleep.
Mu Feng left early the next day, but he didn't forget to ask someone to pull up the quilt for Mo Yan, and asked someone to prepare a little breakfast for Mo Yan.
After Mo Yan woke up, she only saw an empty place around her. She got used to it. Mu Feng was always like this. He obviously had something to do but he still came to her place to lie down all night.
After washing and eating breakfast, Mo Yan sat in the pavilion in the courtyard and watched the flowers blooming and falling.
There is a small stream beside the pavilion. Every day, clear water flows through this stream, occasionally carrying a few fallen flowers.
Staring at the few broken flowers in the stream with desolate eyes, he murmured to himself, "Falling flowers are sentimental, but flowing water is ruthless."
A woman in white plain clothes stood in the pavilion, holding a jade flute in her hand, slowly putting it to her mouth, and gently blowing notes one after another.
Long and gentle, it seems to have a sense of mourning, and the light sadness is like the white clouds floating in the sky, gathering and scattering, as if there is no end.
Xiaoman was still standing next to Mo Yan, a dozen steps away, looking at Mo Yan's lonely back, with a trace of pity in her heart.
It's just pity, it's just pity. Mo Yan is the prince and the hostage of another country. No matter how good the prince is to Mo Yan, it will be in vain. It can't change the hurt in Mo Yan's heart. Xiao Man sometimes thinks if Mo Yan was not born in the royal family.
, then this talented Mo Yan will definitely be a carefree and unrestrained young man, a handsome man who will charm countless women.
But now that she is in the royal family, there is no way to change everything. Xiaoman wants to speak but she knows that she is not allowed to speak to Mo Yan. Prince Mu Feng is so domineering, so Mo Yan can only be nice to Mu Feng.
Yes, and it is not impossible for others to say a few words to Mo Yan.
"Xiao Man," perhaps sensing the sympathetic look in Xiao Man's eyes, Mo Yan did not turn around and still looked at the flowing water, but said lightly, "The tea is cold."
Mo Yan didn't even look at the tea set on the stone table, nor did he prepare to drink tea, but he said that the tea was already cold.
Xiao Man looked at the tea cup on the table. Wu Yan walked to the stone table and put it aside for someone to change. Then he walked to Mo Yan's side and stood quietly looking at Mo Yan.
"The weather is really nice today," Mo Yan looked at the blue sky with a hint of emotion. It had been a long time since she had gone outside. "Let's go for a walk outside."
As a proton, she has difficulty moving. Even when she goes out, someone is secretly following her to ensure that she doesn't escape. Mo Yan thinks it's ridiculous. If she wants to escape, why does she have to wait so long?
"Sir," Xiao Man was a little anxious after hearing Mo Yan's words, because Mu Feng never liked Mo Yan walking around outside, and Mu Feng didn't want Mo Yan to be seen by others.
"Let's go," Mo Yan turned around and left, not caring about Xiao Man's words at all. Xiao Man just listened to Mu Feng's words.
"Yes," Xiaoman saw that Mo Yan was about to go out, so she couldn't stop him and had to follow Mo Yan while asking someone to report Mu Feng.
After walking out of the mansion, she turned around and looked at the door. There was melancholy in her eyes. She had stayed in this mansion for many years, but every time she walked out of the mansion, she still felt like she was walking out of the prison. Even if she had to come back, she didn't care.