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"Young Master..."

Xiaojiu opened his mouth tentatively, but was interrupted by a crisp "bang".

An extremely precious teacup slipped from the kang table and collided with the hard ground.

With a crisp crack, the exquisite teacup shattered into pieces. The delicate patterns originally painted on the porcelain were now shattered and unrecognizable.

The tiny fragments scattered on the ground, mixing with the spilled tea.

Xiaojiu knelt on the ground, not daring to make another sound until the tea that fell on the ground gradually cooled down and there was no sound in the entire Yong'an Palace.

Mo Heng's gaze fell on the kang table. The sunlight shone into the room through the window, casting a golden halo on it.

"Deal with Nalan Ruo. Remember, don't cause trouble for His Majesty." The man seemed to have calmed down, and his tone was calm.

"Yes." Xiaojiu accepted the order and retreated. He did not feel at all that it was difficult to deal with a prime minister who had great power in the court.

After venting his frustration, Mo Heng thought about Chu Jun's blushing face as she sat in his arms a quarter of an hour ago.

Mo Heng felt his heartbeat quicken a bit, his mind was invaded by another emotion. He just wanted to lock Chu Jun by his side.

However, Mo Heng suddenly thought of something and instantly suppressed this idea in his mind.

He ordered someone to bring paper and pen so that he could draw to distract himself.

Mo Heng held the brush in his hand, the tip of the brush moving across the rice paper. As the figure on the paper gradually took shape, he soon calmed down.

"Your Majesty likes good people, so you must not annoy His Majesty."

Because of Chu Jun's absence, Yong'an Palace was too quiet. There was not a single sound for a whole hour.

The sun gradually set in the west, and Mo Heng's painting was already 90% completed. Mo Heng's painting skills were superb, and he could depict the charm of things with just a few strokes, not to mention that he had to be particularly careful in painting today.

If the painting is shown to other people, even a crude person who has never understood ink painting can tell at a glance that the person in the painting is the current emperor - Chu Yun.

Privately painting the emperor's portrait is indeed a serious crime that infringes on the imperial power. However, nowadays, everyone in Yong'an Palace is already Mo Heng's people. In addition, the current emperor favors Mo Heng, so naturally no one would dare to betray him or criticize him.

On paper, the man's face appears remarkably vivid, rendered in ink. His eyebrows, neither thick nor thin, curve naturally, as if gently drawn with the softest brush. Beneath his closed eyes, his long, slender eyelashes rest quietly on his lids, inviting one to imagine what it would look like when his eyes are open.

The nose was high and straight, with smooth lines, as if carefully carved, yet maintaining a natural state. The lips were slightly thin, but beautifully shaped, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth seemed to hide an unfinished dream.

The lines of his chin are simple yet powerful, blending seamlessly with the curve of his neck, showcasing a masculine firmness. His ears are half-hidden in his hair, barely visible, adding a touch of mystery.

Even the outline in ink painting can show his beauty.

Only the lips are left as the finishing touch.

Mo Heng looked at the red cinnabar he had ground, feeling dissatisfied. The color at the boy's mouth should be even brighter. If there was a flaw in this final stroke, the painting would be ruined. Mo Heng couldn't help but feel irritated.

Suddenly, he looked at his hands. His fingers had begun to turn red and blood was flowing in them due to the excellent diet he had eaten in the past few days.

Mo Heng knew very well how brilliant the color of blood would be after it coagulated. After finding the pigment that satisfied him, Mo Heng did not hesitate. He pulled out a silver needle from somewhere in his left hand and pricked his finger.

The fingertips lightly sketch on the rice paper. In the black and white ink painting, it is the most brilliant color, attracting the attention of all viewers.

Mo Heng looked at the bright red, which gradually deepened and finally settled at the perfect reddish brown.

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The atmosphere in the Shangshu's room was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Chu Jun sat on the dragon throne, feeling impatient with Prime Minister Nalan's frequent admonitions. He had never found this old minister so annoying, especially when he was still thinking about Mo Heng.

"Your Majesty, I dare to make a suggestion. State affairs are of primary importance, and matters concerning the harem cannot be neglected. The harem is related to the former dynasty, and your excessive preference for the Mo family is detrimental to the balance of the former dynasty!" The voice of Prime Minister Nalan echoed in the quiet study.

Chu Jun recalled the adorable look on Mo Heng's face when he held her hand, and then looked at the stubborn prime minister in front of her, feeling filled with regret.

There was obvious impatience in his voice: "My dear, there is no need to say more. I know my limits."

Prime Minister Nalan took a deep breath. He had been silenced by Chu Yun in the court a few days ago, and naturally felt unwilling to accept it. However, as the prime minister, he had the responsibility to remind the emperor: "Your Majesty, although Lord Mo is talented, excessive favoritism may cause criticism in the court and affect Your Majesty's dignity."

Chu Yun gently twirled the jade seal between his fingers. His gaze seemed to casually sweep over Prime Minister Nalan. He happened to notice the other party's glance at the jade seal in his hand. He had already made some guesses in his heart, but his face remained calm. He said, "Prime Minister Nalan, are you questioning my judgment?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not. But your favor has made the Mohist school increasingly powerful in the court. Many ministers in the court are dissatisfied with this. If this continues, I am afraid it will cause instability in the court." Prime Minister Nalan lowered his head and bowed, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Prime Minister Nalan, I know you are loyal, but my decision is unquestionable. Mo Heng is not only a concubine to me, but also my confidant." Chu Jun's voice was firm and unquestionable, as if he had made up his mind.

Prime Minister Nalan seemed anxious. He leaned forward, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Your Majesty, I beg you to reconsider. National affairs should not be taken lightly. Every decision you make affects the well-being of hundreds of millions of people..."

"Nalan Ruo, I've heard enough. Please leave, I will take care of everything." Chu Jun interrupted Nalan Ruo and waved his hand to have him "invited" out of the Shangshufang.

Before leaving, Nalan Ruo sighed very quietly, as if she was very disappointed with Chu Jun's behavior.

However, when he walked out of the Shangshu room and lowered his head, he couldn't help but curl up a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, and then quickly restrained it before the surrounding servants noticed.

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[In the second year of Hengyun, the year of Bingyin, in the fifth month of summer, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, with a gentle breeze.

Emperor Chujun and Mo Cejun had afternoon tea together in the imperial garden.

In the garden, flowers are in full bloom, butterflies are dancing and bees are flying. The emperor and his concubines are chatting and laughing, enjoying themselves so much that they don’t realize that the day is about to end.

Soon, the emperor moved to the Shangshufang and Prime Minister Nalanruo came in to see him.

The emperor and Ruo were discussing state affairs and mentioned Lord Mo. Ruo bluntly said that Lord Mo was too favored and it might not be a blessing for the country.

The emperor was displeased when he heard this. The emperor and the prime minister had been arguing over the matter of Mo Cejun and had finally parted on bad terms.

Soon, there was a change in the court. Nalan Ruo was impeached with numerous charges, which shocked the court and the country.

Although Emperor Chuyun knew that the prime minister was loyal and upright, public opinion could destroy gold and the accumulated criticism could destroy him. Nalan Ruo's power was stripped away and most of it was gone.

Once a powerful figure, he now languishes in power. Officials whisper among themselves, and the people discuss the situation. Historians record this as a lesson for future generations.

——"Records of Yunheng: Chronicles of Chu Yun"