Her hair is tied up in a long hairpin, sharp eyebrows are drawn into her temples, and her long and narrow phoenix eyes are slightly narrowed. She is endowed with a kind of sharpness like a knife or an axe, which only makes people feel arrogant and wanton, and overwhelmingly noble.
While the man in the pavilion was talking, Mo Jingxiao, who was wearing the iconic black robe with python and dragon patterns, had already arrived in the pavilion, lifted up the hem of his clothes with both hands, and sat down on the stone bench beside him.
There are very few men in the world like Mo Jingxiao. His face and facial features are extremely handsome, but the temperament revealed in his bones makes people's first impression of him seem to be fierce and domineering, unparalleled in the world.
It's like when countless people saw him for the first time, they felt that he should be the most supreme one in this country.
The man playing the piano slowly stood up, raised his hands and saluted him: "See His Highness Prince Ding."
"If you don't want to, why bother with these false courtesy?" Mo Jingxiao spoke in a very cold tone, which made the temperature outside in the ice and snow seem to drop a bit lower.
The man smiled, sat down again, lowered his head and tuned the strings: "His Royal Highness Prince Ding has condescended to come here to find me. I don't know why he came here?"
After speaking, he frowned slightly and shook his hand touching the strings.
Several of the strings on his piano were about to break. If he hadn't tightened them quickly, he might have suffered the consequences once the strings broke.
Mo Jingxiao's skill seems to have improved a lot.
Mo Jingxiao didn't talk to him about anything. He clasped the edge of the stone table with his index finger, glanced at the snow-covered bamboo forest outside, and said bluntly: "Juehun saved my princess, and I don't like to owe you anything."
Favors from others.”
The hands holding the strings shook and produced an unpleasant broken sound. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your Highness, Prince Ding, what do you mean by this?"
Mo Jingxiao had no time to give him a few meanings and said lightly: "It means literally."
"Do you think that His Highness Prince Ding wants to save Juehun's life?" The man stared at Mo Jingxiao closely, trying to read something else from his face, but that face was always so cold.
Yes, it’s hard to figure out.
In fact, there is no need to speculate. Mo Jingxiao is different from them. This man has always acted openly and aboveboard. There is no need to lie to him about these things. He said that because he does not want to owe others favors, then he really does not want to owe others favors.
Mo Jingxiao finally turned to look at him now, frowning slightly, and asked: "Aren't you sad to see your brother who lived and died together become like this?"
"It's his own fault. I didn't force him." He paused for a while before saying this, with a hint of determination in his expression.
In fact, if he hadn't chosen this path himself, no one would have forced him to choose this path. He could still be his second-in-command of Tianji Pavilion, and still be the ghost who never showed any emotion.
Absolute soul.
But now that he has chosen, he has to bear all the consequences himself. He also thought about helping him, but in the end, he thought, rather than letting him get hurt, it would be better to let him go crazy, so as not to be sad and hurt his body.
Mo Jingxiao stood up, brushed off his robe with his hand, and said, "If you are afraid of being implicated and unable to explain to the higher-ups, just hand him over to me. Someone is waiting for you at the Shili Inn on the outskirts of the city."
After that, regardless of whether the person agreed or not, he started to walk away. It wasn't until he had walked a long way that he heard the person say: "Thank you very much."
Mo Jingxiao just pretended that he didn't hear it, and without even stopping for a moment, he disappeared into the crystal snow in all directions.
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Even though the weather is getting colder day by day, it still cannot stop the joyful mood of people all over the country preparing to celebrate the New Year. The joy and excitement everywhere seem to warm up the cold weather.
Even though Ning Yujin really didn't want to celebrate the New Year in the palace, she still ushered in the New Year's Eve after all.
The palace is very lively this day, with lanterns and colorful decorations, and there are palace maids and eunuchs everywhere who have put on new clothes and are running around carrying various things prepared for the New Year.
During the day, firecrackers were set off in the palace, and they crackled for a long time. However, due to Emperor Chengguang's health, they only lit up the firecrackers for a while and then stopped. According to past habits, they would at least last from morning to night.
However, Ning Yujin hates firecrackers, so she is quite looking forward to the fireworks that will be set off all night. The fireworks never stop, setting off the silvery snow scenery, which makes her feel beautiful just thinking about it.
It's a pity that no matter how lively the palace is, it doesn't belong to her. After all, she is just an outsider staying here temporarily.
In her small yard, Ning Yujin took a pen and wrote on paper, explaining some necessary information to Murong Xuan. For example, the bonus system she established must be strictly implemented. For example, she could secretly give an extra portion to Xiangqiao.
She will get married soon after spring begins, so she needs to save some time for herself. Another example is to ask him to pay attention to see if Xiangyue has fallen in love with anyone in the house. If not, ask him to find a husband for her.
Jun or something...
Of course, the most important thing is about Mo Jingxiao. Ning Yujin wrote a whole pile at the back, so detailed that she even listed what to cook for him for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Zi Su looked at the thick stack of letters that she wanted to take home, and couldn't help but shook her head: "Miss, Mr. Murong will be dizzy just seeing so many pages."
"No, he handles things very quickly. These are nothing to him." As she said this, she thought of another thing and hurriedly wrote, "Remember to put the black fox fur cloak in the warehouse."
Take it out and give it to him."
She was originally going to give it to her personally, but she was so busy with things during this period that she didn't even think of such a gift until now.
At the end of writing, she really couldn't find anything to explain. Ning Yujin stopped writing and stuffed the letter into Zisu's specially enlarged envelope. Of course, she didn't forget to write at the end of the letter before she stopped writing.
Write a sentence - I can add it at any time if needed.
Murong Xuan, who was already extremely busy, would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood when he saw this sentence.
While others were extremely busy, Ning Yujin was extremely idle. One day she just went to the Yangxin Hall next to her to see Emperor Chengguang a few times, and then she found that she could no longer find anything to do.
When she was lying in the room bored and thinking about things and fell asleep, she realized that this year had indeed been quite boring.
However, she didn't sleep for long, because she seemed to suddenly think of something, woke up from her dream, suddenly pinched her face and said, "I seem to have forgotten something."
Zisu poked her head out from the side: "Miss, what have you forgotten?"
Ning Yujin turned her head and looked at her calmly: "I forgot, today is New Year's Eve, and Mo Jingxiao is going to the palace to celebrate the New Year!"