The Southern Dynasty in May had shed her most beautiful makeup, but even the beauty was so beautiful that it was fascinating.

The dim morning light tear open the strongest darkness in the night, spreading golden light on the land of the Southern Dynasty. The golden roofs of the two palaces of the imperial capital shine brightly, and the immortals and beasts lined up on the roofs enjoy the first ray of morning light, sucking the fairy energy and protecting the mandarin ducks under the eaves steadily.

Wen Wenlan turned over and put her arm on Zhou Mohuai. She opened her eyes and peeked at if Zhou Mohuai woke up. Seeing Zhou Mohuai closed her eyes, her fingers slipped from his chest to his cheek, and then Zhou Mohuai caught her.

"You're awake." Wen Wenlan simply lay on Zhou Mohuai and fiddled with his hair.

"Ah, don't..." Zhou Mohuai quickly covered Wen Wenlan's eyes, and his low voice was hoarse, "Don't look at me like this."

He couldn't bear such a look. The girl's wet eyes were filled with hazy charm, and the eyes were filled with a little autumn wave. It reminded people of the falling dewdrops on the petals to be released, and they couldn't help but reach out to pick them.

Just like last night.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Wen Wenlan twisted his body, trying to shake Zhou Mohuai's hand away.

"Don't, don't move..."

The smooth and tender skin was burning. Zhou Mohuai pressed Wen Wenlan in his arms and prevented her from moving, but the place where her palms touched was smooth and he couldn't hide anywhere.

"Mo Huai, your heart beats so fast."

Wen Wenlan chuckled.

"Don't talk."

"Mo Huai, why are you so breathing?"

Zhou Mohuai pressed Wen Wenlan under him. He looked at Wen Wenlan with a raging fire, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to swallow her alive.

"What's wrong with General Zhou, are you afraid?" Wen Wenlan smiled slightly, and his soft hands gently put on Zhou Mohuai's waist and rubbed it back and forth.

It was like the last blow to defeat the powerful general, Zhou Mohuai could no longer bear it. He bent down and kissed Wen Wenlan's neck like a dragonfly, biting her collarbone lightly. Zhou Mohuai closed his eyes lightly, as if he was performing some ritual devoutly.

"Before the opponent surrendered, our soldiers would never give up, right, my Majesty."

...

"I'll accompany me to see the memorial later, huh?" Wen Wenlan helped Zhou Mohuai clean his collar.

"No, I made an appointment with Zuo Heng. I will ask him some questions later." Zhou Mohuai helped Wen Wenlan tie up his belt, and then tidied up her collar and sleeves. "It's almost time, I'm going to leave."

Left truss?

"Are you going to leave the palace?" Wen Wenlan frowned, "Aren't you having a meal with me?"

"No, I made an appointment with him the day before yesterday, and he entered the palace today." Zhou Mohuai opened Wen Wenlan's makeup box and picked a pair of earrings to wear for her. "Of course it's after having a meal with you."

As he said that, Zhou Mohuai stood in front of Wen Wenlan with a bronze mirror, "Is it good-looking?"

Wen Wenlan pressed the bronze mirror and looked at Zhou Mohuai. The smile on his face had already been closed, and he returned to his old expression, "For the competition in three days?"

The competition after martial arts is music. Zuo Heng is proficient in music, so it is indeed very suitable to find him.

However, when did these two people make an appointment? She did call Zuo Heng and the eldest princess into the palace that day, but did not give Zhou Mohuai and Zuo Heng time to be alone.

Moreover, when did the relationship between them become so good?

"Ah, that's right. I'll send Zuo Heng out of the palace before dinner."

After the meal, Zhou Mohuai went out, and Wen Wenlan simply took Buyan to the Imperial Study Room. Since Zhou Mohuai was not around, he would just review the memorials carefully in the Imperial Study Room so that he could concentrate and end today's affairs as soon as possible.

After sending yesterday's note to the Political Affairs Hall, Buyan brought a new note, and the Minister of Rites was also accompanied by the Minister of Rites.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Dongyue or Nanzhao's envoy?" Wen Wenlan raised his eyelids, threw the note in his hand, and took another note to open it.

It can't be that someone is here to join in the fun again.

"Report to Your Majesty, Nan Min sent documents to send an envoy soon, and now he is on the way to the imperial capital."

Wen Wenlan's eyelids twitched, he really thought of whatever he wanted.

She took the document and saw how long it happened. Calculate the date and they should arrive in the capital soon.

"What's going on? Why did the documents be delivered so late?" Wen Wenlan shook the documents, which scared the Minister of Rites so much that he did not dare to look up.

No wonder the Minister of Rites did not come in person, but asked the Minister of Rites to come over.

"I guess that there has been rain in Nanmin for several days, and the distance is long, so it is too late to deliver the documents." The Minister of Rites felt that he was sweating coldly and did not dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

"That's true." Wen Wenlan shouted softly.

Even so, will the envoys from Nanmin enter the Southern Dynasties not send any documents to inform the court of the Southern Dynasties?

The land of the Southern Barbarians is the land of the Southern Barbarians, and they don’t know any etiquette.

Also, why did the Southern Fujian envoys not deliver documents to the Southern Dynasties border checkpoints after they entered the country?

She remembered that when the private salt case was involved, Nanmin was involved, and there was no movement in Nanmin when the five countries gathered together.

Maybe after seeing the destruction of Nanyue next door, I waited tremblingly until now, and then seeing that there was something going on in Dongyue above, I could no longer sit still.

"I know, you go back first." Wen Wenlan retreated from the Minister of Rites. It would be better for special people to deal with the special incident. "Don't speak, send Fengshi and Yanshi to find the Nanmin envoy who had entered the country and escort them to Beijing smoothly."

The Southern Fujian envoys had been walking quietly on the land of the Southern Dynasty for a long time. If they had any problems in the Southern Dynasty, she could not explain clearly.

Is this a cycle of reincarnation every three years?

"During this period, Feng Si and Yan Si should also pay special attention to the capital and not let those with ulterior motives take advantage of the loopholes." Wen Wenlan waved his hand, "You can go first if you don't say anything. There is no such thing as Bu Yan. I will go back to Jinluan Palace after reading the memorial."

Come on, come on, don't let me catch your rudeness, let me find an excuse to attack you.

I don't mind at all expanding the territory of the Southern Dynasty.

Wen Wenlan stayed in the imperial study for an entire afternoon. When she finished the last copy, it was already time for dinner.

Wen Wenlan stood on the steps in front of the door of the Imperial Study Room, exercising her hands and feet. She looked up at the sky, and it was already so late before she knew it.

Buyu hasn't come back yet, so he can only follow her.

"Have Zhou Mohuai returned to Jinluan Palace? Has Zuo Heng left the palace?" Wen Wenlan considered this time, Zhou Mohuai must have been waiting in Jinluan Palace.

Wen Wenlan looked at the slowly and slowly steadily and wanted to run back directly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, it's not a short time." Buyan looked at Wen Wenlan and laughed. His Majesty had a person who was concerned about him, which was better than facing those boring government affairs and annoying ministers all day long.

Wen Wenlan returned to Jinluan Palace. She looked around and called Zhou Mohuai's name, but no one heard a response.

She frowned with some displeasure. Haven't she come back yet?

While she was wondering, some movement came from the Xiaolu Pavilion. Wen Wenlan's eyes lit up. She moved her hands and feet gently, lifting the dazzling multi-gou pearl curtain.

Inside are Dongying and Dongling, who are placing dinner and a group of palace people.

Wen Wenlan immediately put away the expression on her face and changed into the indifference she had on her usual days.

"Have Zhou Mohuai not come back yet?" She looked around and saw no sign of Zhou Mohuai.

When Dong Ying and Dongling saw Wen Wenlan come back, she immediately put down the work in her hand and surrounded her, serving Wen Wenlan to change clothes and clean her hands.

"General Zhou hasn't come back yet, but it should be soon," Dong Ying glanced at the dinner on the table over there. "General Zhou will definitely come back to accompany His Majesty for dinner."

Even though that is it, Wen Wenlan didn’t know Zhou Mohuai and Zuo Heng. She knew it very well in her heart. As long as Zhou Mohuai met Zuo Heng, things that were well-known would become unreliable.

Once these two people got together, they didn't know when they were. I'm afraid no one came to me and didn't know where they were.

Thinking of Zhou Mohuai getting lost in the palace in the middle of the night because Zuo Heng got lost in the palace, Wen Wenlan couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth. Such an interesting thing only happened when they were together.

But this is not a reason not to come back for dinner.

"I don't say anything, I'll send someone to find Zhou Mohuai for me, and I'll carry it back." Wen Wenlan tapped the table with his fingertips. If Zhou Mohuai dared to bring Zuo Heng back together, then wait.

Buyan responded while wiping the cold sweat. He secretly prayed that General Zhou would be better to be obedient and come back soon, otherwise it would be miserable.

Buyan was about to go out when he happened to meet Zhou Mohuai who came back. Seeing him sweating profusely, he was about to rush in. Buyan grabbed Zhou Mohuai.

"General Zhou, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating all over?" Buyan looked up and down and found that Zhou Mohuai's clothes were also covered with dust. "General Zhou, what happened?"

He heard from His Majesty that General Zhou and the Left Prince Consort had made an appointment to learn the rhythm, and how did he do it like this? It was not an exaggeration to say that he had a fight, and it seemed very intense.

"General Zhou, you are not injured." Buyan looked at Zhou Mohuai with some concern. His Majesty was worried when he saw General Zhou's appearance. "Do you want a slave to call the imperial physician, then take a shower and change clothes and rest? His Majesty is waiting for the general in Xiaolu Pavilion, and dinner is almost ready."

Lanlan is already waiting?

Zhou Mohuai said "badly" in his heart and was about to go in. He thought that his embarrassing body was even worse. He was really not suitable to appear next to him.

"No need to call the imperial physician. I'm fine. I'll go take a shower and change my clothes first. Please inform your Majesty and I'll go there soon."

Buyan first led Zhou Mohuai to the bathhouse for a bathing, and then called Lin Miao to guard Zhou Mohuai. When Buyan returned to Xiaolu Pavilion, Wen Wenlan leaned on the soft couch to read a book.

"How, what about others?"

Buyan walked to Wen Wenlan before he could speak, Wen Wenlan spoke first.

"Go back to Your Majesty, I found General Zhou in the bath hall, and Lin Miao was there. General Zhou knew that His Majesty was back and said he would come soon."

Wen Wenlan said "yes" and said that he knew, and then focused on reading and stopped talking.

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