A spoiled pet, the prime minister asks to divorce his wife

Chapter 275 The heartbeat is only for a moment ([-])
Gu Qingzhi looked at the person in front of her, even though she was disguised, she recognized who he was.

Mo Canglan looked directly at her with flickering eyes.

"Is this big sister's friend?" the little girl asked with her head tilted.

friend?The corner of Gu Qingzhi's mouth hooked slightly, "No."

Hearing her answer like this, Mo Canglan raised his eyebrows, aren't they even friends?

"He is my target." She frowned and said again slyly.

"That's the person Big Sister likes." The little girl happily agreed.

Mo Canglan's eyes lit up, and he waited for her answer with great anticipation.

"As long as you understand." Gu Qingzhi reached out and patted the little girl's head, but did not answer, but turned around and continued to draw.

Mo Canglan looked at her back and remained silent, feeling an inexplicable excitement in his heart, as if there was another person hidden in his body, and this person had a different feeling for the woman in front of him.

"Do you want to try?" Gu Qingzhi turned his head and asked with a brush.

"Okay." No matter what her purpose is, at this moment, he can do as he pleases.

One draws, one writes.

Occasionally, they looked at each other, and the two smiled tacitly, and they were busy with their own affairs.

When it got dark, the little girl's mother also came back. She was not surprised by Gu Qingzhi, but was a little surprised by the extra man.

Gu Qingzhi put away the things before leaving.

After leaving the gate of the courtyard, I could still hear the little girl's excited voice: "Mother, big sister's paintings are amazing, just like the real thing."

The woman turned her head to look, but it was too dark to see clearly, so she had to pick up the little girl and planned to see it tomorrow morning.

"It's getting late, Your Majesty should go back earlier." Gu Qingzhi walked to the entrance of the alley, saluted, and said politely.

"Do you have to have such a relationship with Gu?" Mo Canglan didn't understand her words, which could affect his mood.

"You are a high-ranking king, but I'm just a commoner girl, so my status is different." Gu Qingzhi calmly stated a fact.

"When did you care so much about identity?" Mo Canglan stepped forward and asked dissatisfied.

Gu Qingzhi looked up at him: "Your Majesty understands me?"

Because of the darkness, he couldn't really see the mockery in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Something surged up in Mo Canglan's heart, but he couldn't express it. His feelings told him that she was not that kind of person.

But why does he feel this way?
"Xiangzhi will not be sent to the king, and I will leave first." She saluted again, and then left, walking naturally and freely.

In Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

The lights were flickering, and a person was sitting in the hall waiting for her.

"My lord, are you waiting for me?" Gu Qingzhi walked in and asked casually.

Mo Lingtian looked at her, he really couldn't underestimate women, the woman in front of him really turned the fan of the palace around.

"You guys meeting today?" Mo Lingtian leaned back in the chair, his eyes were lazy.

Gu Qingzhi let out a chuckle, and found a chair to sit down, "Your Highness is really well informed."

However, the meeting this time was not accidental, she was waiting outside Zui Hongchen's door for him to come out, it was true to paint for the little girl, but it was also true to induce him to follow.

Let's just say it worked out pretty well today.

The colder she was, the more impatient he was.

In the palace, as soon as Mo Canglan returned to the palace, he heard the eunuch beside him report that Concubine Jin came over.

Mo Canglan's mother was born in a humble family, so she was adopted by Concubine Jin to raise him as soon as she was born, and Concubine Jin also raised him as her own son.

Mo Canglan also respected his adoptive mother very much.

Now that Mo Canglan has become the new king of Dongyue, he originally intended to make Concubine Jin the Empress Dowager, but unfortunately Concubine Jin herself disagreed and still retained her original title, so the current palace people respectfully call her Concubine Jin.

But everyone knows that even though Concubine Jin does not have the title of Queen Mother, she is still like Queen Mother.

"Emiang, why are you here?" Mo Canglan went up to meet her.

Concubine Jin's health has been poor in recent years, and the weather is slightly cold, so she stays in Qingluan Palace and never comes out.

"I heard that you often go out of the palace recently?" Concubine Jin asked kindly.

She didn't intend to meddle in this nosy business at first, but since the assassination of Cang Mushan, she was very worried about his comfort.

He always goes out of the palace, if anyone plans to harm him, and if there is any accident, it will be a disaster for Dongyue.

When Mo Canglan heard this, she glanced at the people around her. The people around Concubine Jin shrank their necks in fright, and said bitterly, they are not the ones complaining.

"Don't look at them either. You have been running out twice in the past three days. At first I thought you were going to see that girl Huaijin, but later I heard someone tell me that you are going to get drunk in the world of mortals." Concubine Jin said.

"My son is worrying my mother." Mo Canglan helped her to walk into the hall, "My son also heard that Zui Hongchen came to a storyteller, and the stories he told were very interesting, so I went to see it out of curiosity."

"But I heard that the storyteller is a girl."

"Storytellers in the world don't pay attention to a man or a woman, as long as the book is good." Mo Canglan pulled the topic away.

"Since you have agreed, I'll go and listen to it when I have the chance."

"I can't let Er Niang be troubled, and I will issue a decree alone, let her enter the palace to speak for Er Niang."

"Okay." Concubine Jin knew that it would be pointless for her to ask again.

He would not tell her the truth at all, chatted a few words before leaving.

After waiting for Concubine Jin to leave, Mo Canglan began to think. He did lose his composure in front of one person again and again.

He casually took out a piece of rice paper from a layer of rice paper on the table. It was a decree written by him, but it had been discarded, just because there was an extra name on it for no reason—Qingzhi!

In his memory, there was no one with that name at all.

But he was so sure that it was a name, or a woman's name.

Like a ghost, he wrote the name as soon as he put pen to paper.

Unexpectedly, a figure appeared in his mind...

Impossible, impossible, how could it be her?

He mocked and pressed the rice paper to the bottom again, there is no such thing in the world, her name is Xiangzhi.

When the first rays of the morning sun shine on the earth.

In the yard of a family, the woman got up to clean the yard and inadvertently saw the scenery on the wall.

"Boom~!" The copper basin in his hand fell to the ground.

Large areas of peonies are in full bloom on the wall. A black wild cat poked its head out from under the leaves and looked at the person in front of it curiously. Several butterflies fluttered among the flowers.

The woman walked over involuntarily, and touched it carefully. It turned out to be a painting, but she thought it was real.

No wonder the girl kept pestering her yesterday, saying how powerful that big sister is.

This painting is so amazing.

The woman entered the room excitedly and shook the child awake: "The painting on the wall was really drawn by the girl yesterday?"

"Hmm. Looks good!" The little girl happily replied.

"It's pretty." The woman murmured to herself.

in a few days.

The painting on the wall of the Chen family's courtyard instantly caused a sensation in the entire Marta City, and many people ran to watch the excitement.

Many people guess who is the person who draws the picture?

Listening to the little girl's tone, she is a masked big sister. Some people instantly think of the girl who is drunk in the red dust.

It's a pity that the masked woman didn't go to the drunken world to tell a story for a few days.

Many people asked the shopkeeper of Zui Hongchen, where did the storyteller go?
The shopkeeper of Zui Hongchen felt helpless, Zhennan Wang had arranged for the woman to tell stories here, so he couldn't tell these people to ask Zhennan Wang.

"My lord, did you see a painting that looks real?" Cao Xi said excitedly.

Mo Canglanmo, why hasn't he seen it before? He also participated in it.

He is in a very depressed mood now, these days he went to Zui Hongchen, but she never showed up again?
What happened to her?Or the body has not recovered?

In short, he has been in a mess recently, always thinking about what happened to her?
Because Cao Xi was in a good mood, he didn't notice the change of Mo Canglan's mood at all, and said alone: ​​"I really never thought that who is so talented can draw flowers like that."

When he saw it for the first time, he was deeply shocked. They usually paint flat on rice paper. No matter how realistic the picture is, it still feels like a still life, but the paintings on the wall escape this constraint. Due to the different painting methods, people's visual senses have a feeling that the flowers are alive.

"That line of writing on the wall is a big failure." Cao Xi regretted.

Mo Canglan looked at him with a half-smile, "Is your handwriting bad?"

"It's not bad, but without that line of writing, the painting would be better." Cao Xi said sincerely.

Mo Canglan smiled even more dangerously, "Really?"

"En." Cao Xi nodded, and then seemed to think of something, "My lord, the handwriting is somewhat similar to your handwriting. When I first saw it, I thought it was you who wrote the inscription on it."

He laughed out loud as he said it, how could Mo Canglan run back to a family and leave a line of words.

"That's what I wrote alone." Mo Canglan said through gritted teeth.

"Eh?" Cao Xi was taken aback, looking at him suspiciously, not like he was lying, "Cough~, actually, that word is very good, it's just the icing on the cake when paired with the painting, and it complements each other."

"But just now, Ai Qing, you said that it was a big failure." Mo Canglan narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Cao Xi froze, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I really didn't expect it to be your calligraphy."

However, he suddenly thought of a question, if the words were written by Mo Canglan, what about the paintings?
"Your Majesty." Cao Xi's eyes were shining brightly.

Mo Canglan looked at him vigilantly, "What's the matter?"

"I just want to know, who is the painter?" Many people speculated that it was the drunken storyteller, but there was no evidence, and they were just guesses.

"Didn't you guess it?" When someone was mentioned, Mo Canglan felt even more depressed.

Does he really have to go to the Zhennan Palace to find out how she is doing?

He is the majestic king of Dongyue, how many women want to be favored by him, why should he care about a woman with ulterior motives?

"Is it really the storyteller?" Cao Xi suppressed his excitement and asked tentatively.

"Ai Qing seems to treat her differently~!" Mo Canglan felt a little sour in her heart, "But a woman who has no flesh, there are many women who are better than her in the world."

(End of this chapter)