The next day, the wind was calm and the sun was beautiful.
Mu Yunsang was dressed in a light blue gown, with a wide palace skirt flowing behind her. Her long black hair was simply tied with a Tianluan hairpin, and several gilt filigree and green beaded phoenix hairpins were randomly decorated in her hair.
Make thick, dark hair more soft, shiny and moist.
Haiyuan was about to put makeup on her, but she stopped him. He was not an important person to her, so there was no need for such trouble.
Xuan Chengyou came to report a quarter of an hour later, saying that Beichen Mofeng had led Princess Yizhu and Prince Changhe to the East Palace. The three of them were at the Deyang Palace at the moment. Let her dress up and go there too.
She took Haiyin, Grandma Gu, Xiao Xuanzi and others to Deyang Palace.
But halfway through, she suddenly stopped.
She would never want to set foot in that place again.
It was better not to think about what Beichen Mofeng said that night, but when she thought about it, the human heart was also made of flesh, and it hurt her.
And that place was exactly where Beichen Mofeng said those decisive words.
She stopped walking and turned to the flower garden. Anyway, now that the magnolias were blooming and the whole garden was full of fragrance, they would definitely come here eventually.
Moreover, Xuan Chengyou also said that today’s lunch will be held in the flower-filled garden, where we can enjoy flowers and wine.
In Deyang Palace.
Maybe it had been a long time since he saw her, and Beichen Mofeng felt inexplicably agitated, so he asked Xuan Chengyou to go over and invite him.
Xuan Chengyou went out, but when he came back he told him that Mu Yunsang had gone to Huamanyuan at the moment.
A bit of coldness flashed in Beichen Mofeng's black eyes.
Was she disobeying him and deliberately provoking him?
Or do you not want to come to Deyang Palace at all? Just like when she left that day, her thin back never stayed or looked back for a moment.
"Since your Majesty went to Huaman Garden first, Your Highness, let's go there too."
The one who spoke was King Changhe. King Changhe was considered to be the eldest son of King Kang. His name was Beichen Yuanmin, and he was the cousin of Beichen Mofeng.
Now that King Kang has adopted Su Wanxiu as his adopted daughter, Beichen Yuanmin is naturally Su Wanxiu's adopted brother.
When entering the palace this time, Prince Kang was afraid that Su Wanxiu had not returned to Beijing for a long time and would be afraid to enter the palace alone, so he asked his eldest son Beichen Yuanmin to accompany him and enter the palace with Su Wanxiu.
Beichen Yuanmin was considered a gentle gentleman. He was the eldest son of Prince Kang and was granted the title of county prince. Among all his brothers, he was the most popular.
Although he is five years older than Beichen Mofeng, he looks extremely young, without the maturity of his thirties. His face is like a crown jewel, his complexion is fair, and his facial features are regular. He is still young but has not yet been married. The outside world has it.
Rumor has it that he likes Long Yang, but no one has actually seen him hanging out with any man.
Beichen Mofeng has always been serious, and few of his brothers have close contact with him. Beichen Yuanmin is the only one who can talk to him a few words.
The two of them chatted and walked, and when they arrived at the garden full of flowers, Mu Yunsang was sitting bored in the octagonal pavilion waiting.
Seeing several people coming with Beichen Mofeng, she stood up and said, "Your Highness, good luck."
Why doesn't he like her rules and well-behavedness at all?
"Get up!"
"My sister, please give my regards to the empress."
"Xiao Wang has met the empress."
"Get up!"
Mu Yunsang's eyes swept over the two of them indifferently, and finally landed on Beichen Mofeng's face, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
You can only look at this face once at most, and you won’t have to see it again next time.
It’s so fucking sad. I loved you so much that I broke my heart, but in the end, I was heartbroken and hurt my lungs.
"Why do you compare with her?"
In the end, she was probably not even as good as a dead man's toes. She was forced to be locked up in a palace like a chicken cage all because of him. Now, there is no longer any reason to keep her.
The child is her, and she is also her.
What kind of family, what kind of grand master, what kind of mother, what kind of prince, does it have anything to do with her?
No, not at all.
She was smiling, smiling at him, but her smile made him feel an inexplicable uneasiness.
That smile was like a spring breeze blowing across his face, but it was invisible and slipped away from him.
After not seeing her for three days, I thought that after she cried, made trouble, and hanged herself, she would definitely go to the queen mother to complain, or she would make trouble for him as before, making the entire East Palace restless.
But nothing he thought she would do happened.
She was standing in front of her so gracefully, but it made him even more confused. If she didn't make a move, he wouldn't be able to take it.
"Everybody sit down."
Her smile was generous, decent and calm. Even towards Su Wanxiu, she was warm and gentle, and there was nothing strange about her expression.
No, she was so angry that night that she almost tore down the entire Jiaofang Palace because of his words. It had only been four days since she saw him, and even Jinxiu's sister, and he was so indifferent.
She was chatting and laughing, and the way she was smiling was like there was a blockage in his heart, making him feel inexplicably unhappy.
"Your Highness, if you don't want to sit down, the king and the princess will not dare to sit down either."
When her voice reached him, he finally calmed down a bit of the coldness between his brows, nodded lightly, walked over and sat down next to her.
"The magnolia flowers are in full bloom. Wanxiu, do you like them?"
She even had a pleasant conversation with Su Wanxiu, her expression unchanged, and her smile, although light, was not hostile.
Su Wanxiu smiled, her posture respectful but not humble.
"My sister likes it, but..."
She paused.
Mu Yunsang asked in a dignified manner: "But what?"
"But when you see magnolia flowers, you can't help but feel sad. When our Su family's daughter is born, her father will plant a magnolia tree in the yard. He hopes that our Su family's daughter will grow up to be as elegant and elegant as a magnolia."
If this is really the reason why Mr. Su Daozhong planted magnolia, then he can be happy. The Su Wanxiu in front of Mu Yunsang is indeed an elegant and generous type.