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

Chapter 27
"Mo Ziyuan, come to the study to serve the pen and ink!" Prince Rui stood up, and walked towards the residence without question.

Hearing her own name suddenly, Mo Ziyuan, who was still in a daze, woke up suddenly, and followed with a stride.

Lan Yang walked side by side with Mo Ziyuan, and whispered in her ear: "Sister, my lord has never let his servants into the study, so he treats you differently!"

"I'd rather he treat me like others, maybe it's easier!" Mo Ziyuan covered her mouth and said softly.

"If it were someone else, I would have been in high spirits, but my sister was gloomy!" Lan Yang shook her head with an indisputable look of anger.

Mo Ziyuan narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "You mean I don't know what's good?"

Lan Yang quickly waved her hand and said: "Lan Yang just thinks that my sister is not like an ordinary woman!"

"Uh, maybe everyone has a different idea, just like I will never be able to be you!" Mo Ziyuan frowned secretly: "Lan Yang, how do you serve this study?"

"Just follow the prince's order, don't be nervous!" Seeing that Mo Ziyuan seemed anxious, Lan Yang couldn't help but comfort her.

"Well, I'll be calm!" Mo Ziyuan took a deep breath, and smelled a nice fragrance between her nostrils. She immediately felt refreshed, and immediately stood up straight, with her eyes wide open, shining like stars. A little sleepy and tired.

During the conversation, the 'Tingyu Pavilion' where Prince Rui lived had arrived, and he raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the three big gilt characters were exactly the same as 'Weixuanju', which seemed to be written by Prince Rui.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open by the waiter, and Prince Rui strode in and sat down in front of a huanghuali flat-headed table.

The incense in the golden stove is warm, and in the study, incense is burned on the three-legged incense table of huanghuali.

Mo Ziyuan cautiously stood by her side, looking around the room unconsciously. Suddenly, a painting on the wall made her tremble all over. In the painting, a woman in her prime was swinging on a swing under the shade of flowers, and the spring day was bright The bright sunshine and her cute smile made the viewers feel bright, and when they looked closely, the face was very similar to the original owner of this body.

Mo Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly thought of a painting that Prince Rui and the Twelfth Prince had talked about when they first met, could it be this one?But, why would Prince Rui collect such a portrait?
Could it be that Prince Rui knew the original owner of this body?However, it doesn't seem like it?
"Grinding!" The voice from the quiet room was thick and powerful, piercing through the ears.

Mo Ziyuan regained consciousness in a daze, her mind was in a mess, and she replied in a low voice: "Yes, my lord!"

Mo Ziyuan casually took the ink stick, trying to stabilize her mind and grind it carefully, but her eyes always looked at the painting unconsciously. The painting seemed to have magical powers, and she invited herself to watch it.

"You also know how to paint?" Prince Rui's voice seemed to overflow unconsciously.

Mo Ziyuan tried her best to keep her face calm and said: "My lord's painting expresses spirit with form, and it has both form and spirit. It is really a masterpiece!"

Seeing that she seems to be someone who knows how to paint, Prince Rui was quite surprised and said: "I never thought you are so talented that you can still appreciate paintings! This king looks at the girl in the painting and you are somewhat similar!"

Mo Ziyuan thought for a while, and asked: "Is this girl in the painting someone the prince knows?"

Prince Rui shook his head and said: "This is a fabricated work by this king, there is no such person in the world!" After he finished speaking, his tone was full of hints and ambiguity: "Perhaps, the fate between this king and you has long been predestined! "

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's evil fate!" Mo Ziyuan said to herself, and the scene of the day when she first met unexpectedly appeared in her mind. Could it be that she was destined to travel through time and space?

(End of this chapter)