She obviously promised the Queen Mother that she would not be in a hurry, and indeed she stayed alone in the study for several days, refraining from seeing Qiucao.
but
During the morning court, I overheard the maids whispering, discussing that the queen's mood had completely stabilized recently, and she even took the initiative to see the queen mother.
From the veiled whispers of the palace maids, Mu Zhaozhu knew that Qiucao had not only met the Queen Mother, but also Concubine Lin.[
So Mu Zhaochu thought that since her mood had stabilized, he could come and see her. So, he put down a pile of memorials in the study and came here without realizing it.
only……
Most of Mu Zhaozhen's body was hidden behind the pillars of the corridor. Through the window, he quietly looked at the people in the room who had their heads lowered and the corners of their lips slightly curved, and they didn't know what they were doing.
Looking at that smile, his steps seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and he stepped forward involuntarily towards her.
As he got closer, Mu Zhaozhang finally saw clearly what Qiucao was doing.
She is painting.
However, judging from the crooked results in the picture, it is obvious that he is a beginner. Although the face and facial features are a bit ugly, and the body proportions are weird, Mu Zhaochu still recognized the person in the picture at a glance. It was him.
No, it should be said that he did not occupy this body.
No matter how afraid he is, Qiucao still likes him.
Mu Zhaochu couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth and get closer.
After seeing a small figure of a child on the paper, the smile at the corner of his mouth faded slightly.
Without thinking too much, he knew who the little figure in the autumn grass painting was.
They were too late to have a child born.
Mu Zhaochu clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"Xiao Hong, help me get the fan behind me." She vaguely felt someone standing behind her. Qiucao thought it was Xiao Hong and stretched out her hand without looking back.
The fan did not appear as expected, and the hand was held by a strong but cautious force.
"Xiaohong?" Qiucao was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around. After seeing Mu Zhaochu, he shrank back in panic, and even knocked over the inkstone on the table. He looked at him in horror as if he were a devil.