The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 42
One month after the last incident of getting drunk and going crazy, Mo Ziyuan, besides serving as the personal servant of Prince Rui, carefully serving her, spent the rest of her spare time obsessively seeking advice from Lu Feng.

It's just that there was a back and forth, and there were rumors in the palace, all of which were that Mo Ziyuan had a bold style and had too much friendship with Mr. Lu.

When Mo Ziyuan first heard these rumors, she laughed them off. They really had a deep friendship. Gradually, Lu Feng became not only her eldest brother, but also her confidant. She learned a lot of knowledge from him, and her horizons became broader.

It's just about Lu Feng's reputation, but he's a little worried in his heart. With such a gentle and jade-like man, the elder brother doesn't know what kind of girl can match him in the future.

It's snowing heavily today, dripping into ice.

Mo Ziyuan nestled in Lu Feng's garden, enjoying the elegant and elegant sound of the piano between Lu Feng's fingers, feeling a sense of peace in her heart.

Gently put the Langhao brush on the side of the Shanxing brush grid, breathed on the wet font, slightly raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, never thought that one day he would be able to successfully control the manic brush.

"Ziyuan, you are indeed very talented. In just one month, you have thoroughly comprehended the essence of the hairpin lowercase script, and this poem is also very good." Lu Feng saw this month's perseverance , can not help but praise.

"Is it true? Brother Lu!" Hearing Lu Feng's praise, he was overjoyed, but thinking of the rumors in the mansion, Liu Mei frowned slightly: "It's just that your reputation is tired."

Lu Feng stroked Mo Ziyuan's hair, and smiled knowingly: "Younger sister is so talented that even my elder brother is ashamed of himself. You also said that a gentleman is open-minded and villainous, and my elder brother doesn't care about these things."

Mo Ziyuan's heart warmed, and a wry smile appeared on her face, "Little sister is just worried that those girls who care about you will misunderstand you."

"Brother doesn't have that kind of thought." Lu Feng stood up, looking out of the window, there seemed to be a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Sister, sir, let's have a cup of hot tea first." Qing Ruo pushed the door and entered, holding a mahogany tray in her hand, and a cup of tea on the tray was steaming.

"Qing Ruo, thank you for your hard work. Every time I come to Big Brother, I have to work on you. You can see that girl Lan Yang knows how to be lazy, and she is really going to be a lazy sheep." Mo Ziyuan took the tea. He drank it as soon as he touched his red lips, but he exclaimed "Yeah", and the teacup fell to pieces.

Lu Feng was thinking about something in a daze, and when he heard the sound of exclamation, he strode over, held her small hand like a catkin, and asked anxiously, "Zi Yuan, are you alright?"

Qing Ruo apologized and said, "I'm sorry, sister, Qing Ruo's tea is too hot."

Mo Ziyuan shook her head, and said repeatedly: "Silly girl, it's none of your business, I was too anxious to drink myself."

Lu Feng moved his eyes and saw that the scallion finger was already red, and suddenly frowned, "Zi Yuan, let me see if you got burned!"

Mo Zi Yuanyu raised her hand lightly, and said with a shy smile, "Brother, I'm fine."

"You still said it's okay, it's already hot, Qingruo, why don't you go down and get the medicine?" Lu Feng's tone revealed an unconcealable accusation, this was the first time Mo Ziyuan saw Lu Feng get angry.

On a normal day, Lu Feng gave people the image of a gentle and elegant young man.

"Your servant obeys!" Qing Ruo's complexion changed, and she rushed out the door, as if there was still a weeping sound escaping from her vermilion lips.

Seeing Lu Feng's concern for her, Mo Ziyuan was very moved, but she was afraid that he would blame Qingruo, so she tugged at his robe and said coquettishly, "Brother, I really can't blame Qingruo for this, it's Ziyuan's own problem. , don't blame her!"

Lu Feng sighed leisurely, his face gradually softened, and he gently blew on the red wound, "You are just too kind!" From time to time, he could be heard in a gentle voice, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Ziyuan shook her head lightly, her heart trembled, and the slightest warm feeling blew into her heart, making her feel no pain anymore.

Lu Feng, in this strange world, fortunately, there are you, big brother, and two younger sisters, Lan Yang and Qing Ruo, who have always given warmth to my restless heart.

After a while, Lan Yang and Qing Ruo came in together.

Seeing the redness on the back of Mo Ziyuan's hand, Lan Yang couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "Sister, how are you? I'll give you some medicine first. I took this from Mr. Leng. He said that it is very effective in curing burns. , are you looking for a doctor? Don’t leave any scars!”

"Oh, you guys are making a big fuss, just apply some medicine!" Mo Ziyuan smiled helplessly, and was about to take the medicine bottle.

But Lu Feng snatched the medicine bottle away, and said solemnly, "I'll do it!" After speaking, he carefully applied the medicine to her wound, his movements were gentle and gentle.

Mo Ziyuan's eyes lighted up, and there was a bright smile on the corners of her eyes and brows. She caught a glimpse of Qing Ruo standing aside like a child who made a mistake, with a sad expression on her face.He couldn't help comforting him: "Good Qingruo, don't be sad, I know you didn't mean it, I'm really fine, don't worry."

Qingruo's body visibly shook, and she hurriedly said, "It's Qingruo's fault, sister."

Mo Ziyuan's tone changed, and she scolded softly: "If you talk to me like that again, I'll be really angry!"

Qing Ruo quickly responded: "Yes... my sister!"

Lu Feng had finished applying the medicine, and found that he was still holding her, let go like an electric shock, and said apologetically, "Brother offended!"

Mo Ziyuan didn't seem to care, and said with a smile: "Brother, thank you for being so kind to me!".

"Zi Yuan called me big brother, it's only natural to be nice to you!" Lu Feng lowered his head, with an expression she couldn't see clearly in his deep eyes.

Mo Ziyuan felt a deep warmth in her heart, and suddenly felt the urge to cry, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, little sister has a piece of music here, I wonder if big brother can compose it."

Now that Lu Feng has achieved a little success in learning brush calligraphy, then she will start to learn the zither. Although she has the foundation of the zither since she was a child, she is not proficient in it. She can only play a few skilled pieces. , and in ancient times, it seems that playing the piano and embroidering is the only pastime for women. She can't learn how to embroider, so she simply gives up. Since she is in this era, she must fully integrate. She doesn't want to be seen. It's a ghost from another world, lest it be used as a monster to worship the heavens.

"Brother, you can give it a try!" Lu Feng smiled gently in his eyes.

Mo Ziyuan hummed the tune softly, her voice was like an oriole coming out of a valley, and a clear spring passing over a stone.

(End of this chapter)