Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

It took less than half an hour to arrive at the palace from the Prince's Mansion.

It's just that the brilliance of the sky has gradually faded, and when it arrived at the palace, the sky was already bright.

Through the red peony hijab covering her head, Shui Ningyan looked up at the sky inadvertently when she got off the sedan chair.

A piece of red light was shining in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The dawn is so fast that people can't keep up with the rhythm.Is it the same with the human heart?

Supported by the teaching mother, Shui Ningyan slowly stepped into the East Palace.

This is the place where Helan Mosu lived before. Since that year, the emperor granted Helan Mosu a mansion separately, allowing him to live outside the palace.

"Your Majesty, please wait here for the time being, the old mother will come as soon as she goes." The teaching mother's respectful voice reached her ears, and Shui Ningyan nodded slightly, but did not speak.

After hearing the footsteps in the room dissipating, Shui Ningyan gently lifted the hijab and looked at the furnishings in the room.

Wherever the eye can see, every inch of land is precious, and the decoration of the East Palace is incomparably luxurious, even more so than that of the Prince's Mansion.

All the furnishings here are still as new, as if the master has not left.

Shui Ningyan looked at all this, a landscape ink painting came into her eyes, stood up lightly, walked a few steps forward, and saw the scenery on the painting clearly.

In the painting, a man in white clothes stands against the wind, standing on a high mountain, looking down at all living beings down the mountain.

On the side, there are some written inscriptions that Shui Ningyan can't understand.

There was a touch of sarcasm on the corners of her lips, all the princes in the emperor's house had hidden ambitions, looking at the artistic conception of this painting, Shui Ningyan knew it clearly.

Condescending, looking down at all living beings, with disdainful eyes, beyond reach.

No need to think about it, I also know that this painting was painted by Helan Mosu, and the man in the painting who only painted a back view is probably himself.

Taking a few steps slowly, Shui Ningyan habitually walked towards the bookshelf, wanting to see what Helan Mo Su was reading on weekdays?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the celadon painting jar at his feet, and Shui Ningyan took out a scroll and opened it to look at it.

Looking into the eyes, it is actually a pleasant scene of flowers and birds. In the mountains and forests, peach blossoms are everywhere, and there is a woman who looks back and smiles like a peach blossom.

Shui Ningyan was slightly surprised when she saw the woman's face, it was Zisu?

It's just that Zisu in this painting is smiling openly, without any sense of coldness around her, and she compares with the peach blossoms that are in full bloom beside her.

Could it be that the person Helan Mosu likes is Zisu?Then why didn't he marry her?

Shui Ningyan was puzzled, rolled up the scroll and put it back to its original place, and opened another one to read.

She seems to be able to see the past and the future from the painting on this scroll... The green hills are surrounded by mountains and mountains, and layers of dense smoke clouds cover the entire mountain forest, as if people can't see what's inside.

But just behind the smoky mountains and forests, flat and fertile land suddenly appeared. Rows of houses were neatly arranged. Outside the houses sat a few children who looked like they were studying, and an old man over fifty years old sat beside him kindly. Smiling, carefree, under this painting of Helan Mosu, it seems to be another world.

Shui Ningyan didn't care to look again, put the scroll back to its original place, turned around and sat back in her seat.

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