Because he was anxious to serve tea, he forgot to put Feng Jun on a cloak. When he went downstairs, the cloak was placed on the shelf.

Mu Sheng glanced at Feng Junchi's pale face opposite him, but he still stood up, walked over, took the cloak, walked back, and put it on Feng Junchi.

Feng Junchi looked at her.

The face is calm and expressionless; the cold eyes are deep and calm.

Mu Sheng smiled, sat back opposite him, and asked, "Are you standing by the railing just now, are you looking at the moon?"

Feng Junchi: "No."

"That's it?"

"I'm wondering which day will be my death."

Upon hearing this, Mu Sheng was silent.

Feng Junchi didn't speak either.

It was not until Nanyuan brought the tea that he broke the silence. When Nanyuan put a bowl of tea in front of Mu Sheng, he said, "This is the Junshan silver needle that the eldest lady asked Hongzhu to send to him last time, and the eldest lady also tasted it."

Mu Sheng lifted the tea lid, lowered his eyes, looked at the tea in the blue and white porcelain tea bowl in front of him, and smiled and said, "I can't sleep at all. Isn't it even more impossible to sleep after drinking tea?"

Feng Jun's moves to drink tea.

Mu Sheng didn't see it, so he just covered the tea cover and handed it back to Nanyuan: "I usually don't drink tea at night, so change me a bowl of hot water."

Nanyuan hurried to change it.

Soon I changed a bowl of boiled water. The bowl of boiled water was still a blue and white porcelain tea bowl, just like Feng Junchi's hand, and it was obviously the same.

The two of them were drinking on the second floor, and no one spoke again. Nan Yuan Shi stood aside, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky outside.

The surroundings are quiet.

After drinking the water, Mu Sheng sat for a while before he got up and was about to go back. He felt that he should be able to sleep now. After sitting here for so long, his heart was indeed calm.

Feng Junchi didn't say anything.

Nan Yuan sent her.

He rushed to the downstairs, Nan Yuan hesitated, looking upstairs, for fear that Feng Junchi would hear it, and said to her in a very low voice: "Miss, can I ask you something?"

It was obviously a very ordinary sentence, but as he said it, Nan Yuan swallowed even more.

Mu Sheng frowned, and his intuition was related to Feng Junchi. He didn't want to accept it, so he should keep a distance from Feng Junchi. He seemed to be unable to control himself recently and did several things that surprised her.

But when I thought so in my heart, I blurted out: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you, you say."

Mu Sheng...want to smoke himself.

Not controlled...

But she said all this, so she could only listen to what Nan Yuan said.

Nan Yuan swallowed even more: "Today is my grandfather's birthday."

"Your birthday?" Mu Sheng was surprised and immediately looked up at the second floor, but saw nothing. Feng Junchi should still be sitting at the table. If she were standing next to the railing, she would probably be able to see it if she looked up like this.

"Well..." Nan Yuan lowered his head, without any energy, and was very depressed. He was still afraid that Feng Junchi from the upper floor would hear him. He was still very young, "My master's 22nd birthday."

Mu Sheng, Mo.

She knew that Feng Junchi was twenty-two, but she didn't expect that she was twenty-two today. She didn't hear any news. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have known Feng Junchi's birthday today.

Nan Yuan: "No one remembers this day. We servants remember it, and we dare not give it to him. His mother...the queen remembers..."

Speaking of this, Nanyuan's tears fell down and he hurriedly wiped his hands.
Chapter completed!