The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 61

"It is possible to say that a scholar is lazy, but that a woman is lazy cannot be explained..."

Mu Zhuohua blankly repeated what his mother-in-law had said back then.

It wasn't until the moment of her death that she freed herself from that wrong relationship and focused her attention on her only daughter. It was her words that made Mu Zhuohua choose this path.

"Juli, grandma said, never fall in love with a man." Mu Zhuohua lowered her eyes and looked at the gently swaying lights in front of her eyes. The firelight was dimly bright in her eyes. Her voice was low and inaudible, "But... I didn't Listen to her..."

Guo Juli fell asleep at some point. She was in a good mood, drank some wine, and agreed to watch the night together, but she lay on the table and fell asleep. She didn't hear Mu Zhuohua talking to himself, and even if she heard it, she didn't understand it.

She looked at Guo Juli who was sleeping soundly, smiled helplessly, carried the thin girl back to the room, covered her with a quilt, then closed the door and window and came out.

It was a quarter of an hour before the new year, and the surroundings were quiet, as if a more violent thunderstorm was brewing. The fire in the yard had long been extinguished, and the chill was even worse. She closed her collar and was about to go back to her room, but she suddenly stopped and raised her head to look to the west.

The man on the wall was dressed in dark purple clothes. He was sitting on a high place with his knees bent, holding an emerald green jade flute in his long fingers. The crescent moon fell on his shoulder. He lowered his head and looked at her, smiling softly and darkly. Her eyes were filled with red, I don't know if it was the fire or her.

When Mu Zhuohua was lost in thought, he had flown down from the wall and stood in front of her. Mu Zhuohua subconsciously took half a step back, pursed his lips and looked at him secretly.

"W-Your Majesty..." She lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, but her heart began to beat wildly involuntarily. It was as if her heart that had been hanging all night just fell to the ground and was lifted up again.

"Are you waiting for me?" Liu Yan took a step forward and asked warmly.

Mu Zhuohua pursed her lips and did not admit it. She pretended to be calm and said with a slightly straight face: "Tonight is New Year's Eve, and I originally planned to keep vigil until dawn."

Most people in Chen State have this habit of burning incense and worshiping the gods at the first moment of the New Year, praying for everything to go well in the new year.

Liu Yan smiled and asked: "In that case, why don't I see you preparing the incense table offerings?"

Mu Zhuohua hesitated twice and defended: "Uh... As long as it comes to your mind, that's fine. Bodhisattva is so merciful and merciful that he won't care about me."

Hearing what she said, Liu Yan remembered her way of wishing the Bodhisattva a happy birthday. He couldn't help but laugh. He gently tapped her head with the jade flute and said with a smile: "You have finished talking. Who is the Bodhisattva?" ?"

Mu Zhuohua was shocked when he was knocked coldly, and his eyes fell on Liu Yan's jade flute: "Why did the prince come with the jade flute?"

Liu Yan explained: "Tonight the eldest princess also entered the palace. This was given to me by her. I broke the jade flute for the sake of leaving the garden that day."

Mu Zhuohua was a little surprised: "Did you break the jade flute on purpose?"

Liu Yan smiled: "They intend to bring me and Miss Sun together, but I don't want to. Zhuohua, no one can force me to do something I don't want to do, and no one can stop me from doing something I want to do."