Chapter 687: My uncle's head is green

The gate of Caiwei Hall is some distance from the back garden of Qinzheng Hall. Nalan Mo did his homework early. A palace man helped him in the palace. He came to Caiwei Hall almost unobstructed. When he was on the road, he He even changed his eunuch's clothes incredibly.
She was afraid of leaving talk, and he didn't want her to be kept talking.
Yan Ge had long guessed that Na Lanmo would be moving today. When Na Lan Mo went around the road to Caiwei Hall, she also used the excuse of Jingfang to leave, and passed through the back door of Qinzheng Hall to Cai Wei the first time. In the hall of the hall, dress up and change clothes.
When Nalan Moe came in with a plate of snacks, she happened to be lying on the bed reading a book.
Originally set in Caiwei Hall, I thought that this house could open a back door to the Qinzheng Hall.
When Yange was lying in bed, she was fortunate that she had a foresight. If it was a remote palace, she had a ball in her stomach.
Nalan Mo walked beside Yange's bed with a snack.
The woman's long hair is loose, about for the sake of raising a child. The hair is so loose, without any decoration, and there is no tie. The whole room is full of the smell of ink. Most of them are scenes of beautiful women lying lazily under a tree or on a couch. Although they are beautiful, the features of beautiful women are not shown in those paintings.
He glanced back, and then fell on her.
But I did n’t have time to take a closer look. Then I heard her say,
Did your Majesty bring it again? I said that I do n’t want to eat anything recently.
After the words were humming, he reached out and pushed the plate away. As soon as he lifted his eyes, he saw Nalan Mo at the side of the plate.
She froze slightly, and looked up and down the clothes that Nalanmo was wearing.
Nalanmo explained. "A suit that I found."
Yange said: "Looking good looks is looking good, so wearing an outfit like yours, you still have the feeling of being a weak scholar."
This means that he is weak and that he will not pretend.
Nalan Mo's lips froze slightly: "What do you want to eat? I'll let you get it for you."
Yange shook his head: "I don't want to eat anything."
Nalan Mo looked at her pale eyebrows, and those words that went back and forth in her heart could not ask a word.
Still the words said, "You come to me, is there something wrong?"
Problems?
Of course.
He had been indignant in his heart, had poisoned her countless times and thought of questioning her sentence by sentence.
However, looking down at her smiling eyebrows and her pale lips, he couldn't say a word when he reached his mouth.
Yange looked up and looked at him. Her black and white eyes were clear, as if to forget his heart: "Sir, are you here to ask me if the child in your womb is yours?"
She laughed, and there seemed to be a touch of irony in her expression.
He thought it was justified to ask such words, but she smiled so softly that she suddenly felt a little helpless.
She said at the beginning that she was with him for the sake of a child.
If he doesn't want to, the rejection is, but he hasn't refused. They have long been irrelevant. He now finds it out, and it is clear that he has a problem.
He was almost panicky, and said, "No, no."
As soon as the words came out, he calmed down and continued, "I just came to see if you are OK."