"We'll talk about it later. You go back first, I still have things to deal with." The smile on Mo Yanche's lips was deep. It seems that tonight will not be quiet.
Blinking, Feng Yichen stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll go find Qingyue."
"Wait a minute." Mo Yanche stopped him and said meaningfully: "Qingyue is not young anymore. She is Princess Tianche and will get married sooner or later."
"So?" Feng Yichen disagreed. Who would dare to marry her? Such a cold and cruel woman, who would draw a sword and kill people when she was in a bad mood... Tsk, tsk, he didn't believe Qingyue could marry her!
Mo Yanche put down the ink pen, put the memorial together, and said softly: "If you like Qingyue..."
"Who, who likes Qingyue!" Feng Yichen denied it, and said impatiently: "Who would like that woman who only knows how to shout and kill! Besides, she is my cousin! I...I have never liked her!
"
"Really?" Mo Yanche raised his handsome eyebrows slightly.
"Of course!" Afraid that Mo Yanche wouldn't believe it, Feng Yichen blushed so hard that he almost didn't swear to the sky: "Anyway, I have no other intentions for Qingyue! I am Tian Che's eldest son, Feng Yichen
As the heir of the family, I will never fall in love with that murderous woman!"
Mo Yanche looked at him quietly, and after he panicked and denied everything, he sighed slightly: "Yichen, what you miss will never come back."
"...I don't know what you are talking about. Anyway, I only have a brother-sister relationship with Qingyue. No one I like will like Qingyue!"
After saying that, Zhan Yichen turned around and ran away, looking a little embarrassed.
Abbreviation: run away from home.
Holding his breath, he fled from Zichen Palace and ran to a weeping willow tree outside the palace, holding on to the trunk while breathing heavily.
[If you like Qingyue...]
【Yichen, what you miss will never come back...】
"Damn it!" He shook his head violently, kicking Mo Yanche's words out of his head.
How could he like Qingyue!
impossible!
After so many years, he and Qingyue have become brothers and sisters!
Besides, Qingyue doesn't like him either...
Zhan Yichen leaned against the tree trunk and looked up at the full moon - in Qingyue's eyes, there was no room for anyone except Mo Zhilan and Mo Yanche.
Even her aunt, her mother-in-law, had never appeared in her heart.
That aloof and indifferent heart could not tolerate anyone weaker than her...including him, Feng Yichen.
Even he himself didn't know whether he didn't like Qingyue or didn't dare to like Qingyue.
[Your Majesty is a hooligan]
After watching Feng Yichen leave, Mo Yanche put down the book and walked gracefully to the back garden.
The Zichen Hall is the main hall closest to the palace wall. It was the former emperor Mo Nanhen's bedroom, and later the imperial study room of Mo Zhilan. Until five years ago, Mo Zhilan gave it to his only son as his bedroom.
At the same time, most of Tianche's political power was given. In other words, the Zichen Palace was not only the prince's palace, but also a symbol of the transition of power.
Therefore, in addition to the civil and military ministers around Mo Yanche, Mo Zhilan's secret guards were also entrusted to him - how courageous did that woman have to dare to break into the palace under such circumstances?
Mo Yanche strolled to the back garden, preparing to catch this little thief who was more than willing to live or die. He had seen Lan Jieyu's martial arts skills back then and expected that the secret guard would not be able to capture her.
As a result, when he stood in the back garden, looking for traces of her, from the treetops, the eaves, the corners of the walls... all the way down, he finally saw that dark little head in a three-foot-wide hole in the backyard.
Mo Yanche no longer knew whether to laugh or be surprised.