After wearing the book, the regent quit.

The young man's eyes were burning, he stared straight at the wreath on the little girl's head, the moment his eyes lowered his head, Shen Mu even thought that he would directly snatch the wreath away.

Fortunately, Xiao Fan just lowered his eyes to look at it, and then said straightly to Shen Mu with no expression on his face, "I want you alone."

Looking at the three or four-year-old girl, she obviously didn't know the identities of Xiao Fan and Shen Mu when she entered the palace for the first time; she looked up at the gloomy Xiao Fan, her eyes were red with fright, and she hugged Shen Mu's leg and walked towards him. Shrinking back, there was a cry in his words, "Big brother, this man is so fierce."

Xiao Fan: "..."

"Your Majesty is not fierce." As before, Shen Mu raised his hand and broke off a few willow branches, then quickly made a wreath for Xiao Fan with the few flowers left just now, and handed it over with a smile, "Your Majesty just Just don't laugh often."

"Are you the emperor?" The little girl gave a "wow" in surprise, her blushing face was really cute; she took off the wreath on her head, tiptoed to look at the one in Xiao Fan's hand, and said "wow" happily again,

"But my little flower has more colors than Your Majesty!"

Xiao Fan: "..."

The two stood in a remote place, and not far away, the faces of several court ladies were so frightened that they did not dare to move; an older court lady was about to step forward, when she heard the murderous young monarch look at the child coldly. With a glance, he retorted with a low hum,

"What's the use of having more colors, every single flower is bigger than you."

Couldn't help but burst out laughing, Shen Mu saw the maid at the side dumbstruck with fright, bent down to reason with the little girl in a gentle voice, "Brother still has something to do, can you avoid it for a while?"

Letting go of Shen Mu's legs, the little girl nodded sensibly, turned around and walked a few steps, then trotted back, her innocent face full of anticipation, "Big brother, can I still come to play with you in the future—"

"I can't," Xiao Fan interrupted impatiently, his cold eyes swept across the maids, "Whose child is this, why don't you take it away?"

The older maid's legs gave way, she staggered up and hugged the child in her arms, knelt down to salute, and then dared to run away in a hurry with a pale face.

"Your Majesty is clearly not angry, why bother to frighten that child," Shen Mu sighed softly, a little helpless, and naturally lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Fan's wrist, "Is your Majesty's wrist better?"

Xiao Fan responded with a deep voice, and looked around with the garland, with a cold and dissatisfied face all the time, the air pressure in his body was extremely low and he didn't say a word, and the corners of his mouth were straightened.

His face was solemn, and finally when Shen Mu couldn't help but speak first, he stated the facts dissatisfiedly, "Gu's suits are indeed less than hers, and what's left is what she left."

Shen Mu: "..."

"But His Majesty must look better than her."

Thinking of the camellia hairpin, Shen Mu could understand Xiao Fan's obsession with flowers; he carefully looked at Xiao Fan's swollen wrist, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and said that what happened last night was roughly the same as Xiao Fan's. said.

Having witnessed it three times with my own eyes, it is no longer necessary for Shen Mu to hide his knowledge about the headache. It is better to explain it clearly and the two of them will find a way to solve it together.

It's just that the young man obviously didn't pay much attention to this matter. After listening to it, he gave a nonchalant hum, leaned on the rockery just like Shen Mu did, raised his eyelids and turned his head to look at him, "Why is Father Ya here? Not going to enjoy the flowers what?"

"There are a lot of people over there, I'm afraid it's hard for His Majesty to find it." The scent of flowers lingering on the tip of his nose made people feel happy. Shen Mu looked at the young man and shook his head with a smile, "I chose this quieter place. When you come to the back garden, you will pass by."

Xiao Fan paused with his fingertips, and softly denied, "No."

"No matter where Yafu is, Gu can find it at a glance."

Shen Mu was dressed in white, and the hem of the wide sleeves danced lightly in the wind. Xiao Fan looked deeply at the person for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back, and carefully put the wreath in his hand on Shen Mu's head, his cheeks flushed a little,

"Also, Yafu will look better with this."

Ah Qing was guarding at the side, and the two of them leaned on the fake stone and looked at the sky and chatted; when talking about the charcoal drawing that they couldn't find yesterday, Shen Mu couldn't help feeling sorry.

It is really not easy to see charcoal drawings in this era. Chu Pingting didn't have much friendship with him, so naturally she couldn't ask for help. If this painting is really lost, it may be difficult to see it again in the future.

What's more, he was unavoidably curious about what was on the painting.

The eyes of the young man beside him flickered, watching his Adam's apple roll up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "If Father Ya really wants to know—"

"Your Majesty," Jing Fan stood a few steps away with downcast eyes, bowed and said in a respectful voice, "The ministers from yesterday have been waiting outside the imperial study for a long time."

A long inhalation sound came from next to his ear, Shen Mu saw Xiao Fan's expression that had just eased down and sank again, stood still for a while, and went back to the imperial study with Jing Fan.

Although Xiao Fan looked capricious, he had an unquestionable arbitrary temper in many things, and even in the eyes of most people, bloodthirsty and violent was his true character; but Shen Mu could see early on that the young man had always set his limits very good.

The sword swung at the enemy is absolutely unambiguous, but Xiao Fan never kills innocent people indiscriminately. He was extravagant, and he didn't know how many Mingcheng palaces could be rebuilt just with the silver that was donated to the people from the national treasury every year.

As far as the officials are concerned, he is an extremely difficult master to serve; but as far as the people are concerned, he is a very competent king.

There were noisy conversations, exclamations and praises coming from behind. Shen Mu couldn't stay here all the time, so he patted the gray behind him and led Ah Qing towards the crowd.

Just now when he first came to the back garden, he noticed that there were a few extremely long wooden tables on the originally vacant large flat area, which were filled with various ingredients: boiled and crushed flower petals of various colors , a variety of hard nuts, and many seasoning sauces that Shen Mu can't name.

Now there are a few craftsmen standing at each table, holding the rolled dough in one hand, and putting the sauce into the dough with a wooden spoon in the other, and then quickly twisting the dough to form various shapes of flower cakes.

The process of making flower cakes is actually not cumbersome. Everyone gathers here, one is because making flower cakes is a traditional rule left by the ancestors, and the other is that the craftsmen's movements are skillful and beautiful, which is really pleasing to the eye .

Since the queen mother volunteered to try it first, many female relatives were also eager to try it. After cleaning their hands, they also rolled up their sleeves one by one under the care of a specific person.

As for the rest of the men like Chu Puyu and Xiao Huan, most of them gathered in groups of threes and twos, discussing the important affairs of their family and country in a low voice.

Originally thinking that it would be a formal and grand occasion, Shen Mu looked at the casual to simple large-scale social scene in front of him, and even regretted that he had just stepped out of the rockery rashly.

Standing on the sidelines from a distance and watching with cold eyes, at first there were officials and ministers who took the initiative to ask An to talk to her, but later seeing Shen Mu's expressionless reluctance to speak, they stopped making fun of themselves.

"Is the prince unhappy?"

Ah Qing's timid voice rang in his ears, Shen Mu turned his head in surprise, looked at the young man's big worried eyes, and said with a smile, "No, why would you think so."

Some of the faces in front of him were people he had seen before in the court, and some were completely unfamiliar. Shen Mu was not bored with most of them, but the voices of these people mixed together and fell into his ears. To him, it was noisy and boring. , and harsh.

He obviously likes lively scenes, so why can't he be interested at this time?

Ah Qing continued, "...it seems that the prince hasn't laughed much since His Majesty just left."

Shen Mu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized after a while.

Because these people are not Xiao Fan.

After Xiao Fan finished handling all the accumulated government affairs, he turned his head and looked at the sunset slanting into the west outside the window, and his downcast eyes darkened.

Earlier, I could faintly hear the sound of playfulness coming from the back garden, but now it gradually faded away with the passage of time until there was no more sound.

Then Shen Mu has no reason to stay in the palace.

Taking a look at the table case with pen, ink, paper and inkstone in addition to the memorial, Xiao Fan realized that he forgot to take the wreath away when he came, his eyes were instantly stained with anger, and he stood up and came to the door under pressure.

A door slammed open with a muffled "bang", and a thin figure stood on the long corridor that was supposed to be empty.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a white dress was dyed with a layer of red-gold warm red; when the breeze blew by, the hem of the sleeves swayed slightly, and the blue hair danced messily and beautifully in the wind.

Hearing the sound and turning around, Xiao Fan saw that the moment Shen Mu saw him, there was a warm smile in his eyes, and he said clearly to him from a distance, "Don't blame Jing, it's the minister who didn't let him in to report of."

The man walked slowly towards the door, and when he got closer, Xiao Fan saw the wreath in his hand clearly, and subconsciously frowned slightly, feeling that something was different.

Shen Mu held a seven-color garland in her fair and slender hand, and raised her hand towards Xiao Fan, with an imperceptible indulgence in her tone, "Didn't Your Majesty say that the one just now lacked a color?"

"The flowers on this are all picked by the minister himself, and there are several more colors."

"Is Your Majesty still satisfied?"

"...Satisfied," Xiao Fan felt his throat dry for a while, his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse, "Why did Yafu come over suddenly? Why not celebrate with those people?"

He saw Shen Mu tilted his head slightly, the corners of his lips raised, and his smile looked ridiculous under the setting sun:

"Because His Majesty is here."

The author has something to say: Today is also Saturday! ! ! (proudly akimbo)

The character set is being drawn, it is the Q version of Mu Mu, so cute qwq