"This is your highness..." He Ruoxing was inexplicably taken into the palace by Lin Miao, and was left alone for no reason, confused.

He looked Zhou Mohuai up and down, but had no impression.

I only know that the man who can live in the palace must have a very difficult identity, and it is very likely that he is an eunuch next to the emperor.

"You don't have to worry about who I am, do me a favor." Zhou Mohuai did not deny He Ruoxing's name to him, and also confessed his identity, "help me draw a knife guide."

He Ruoxing's father He Peige was very good at painting, especially in the painting of people, which was lifelike and charming. The album of the young mandarin orange was painted by He Peige.

Three years ago, Wen Wenlan issued an order to ask He Ruoxing to go to the palace to paint. Zhou Mohuai believed that He Ruoxing could help him.

He Peige stared at Pan Long and then looked at Zhou Mohuai's face. Soon a picture appeared in He Ruoxing's mind.

He rarely painted handsome men before, and even fewer of them could show their charm. He couldn't help but look at Zhou Mohuai. He would be moved by a painter with such temperament.

"Your Highness has any request, just give me instructions." But in a hurry, He Ruoxing only brought some simple tools, and he was not sure how he could draw Zhou Mohuai's feeling. "Let the grass people give it a try first, how about?"

Zhou Mohuai just wanted He Ruoxing to help him repaint a knife score.

But He Ruoxing wanted to paint the style of Zhou Mohuai again.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but their goals were always the same, so they hit it off.

Zhou Mohuai brought He Ruoxing to the small garden. After briefly speaking, Zhou Mohuai started moving.

His steps were agile and elegant, and his hands were full of threats. His smooth and graceful movements in his murderous aura made people unable to move their eyes.

He Ruoxing was almost stunned. After coming to his senses, he quickly took the pen and left the scene he saw in front of him on the paper.

After three moves, Zhou Mohuai stopped his movements, and He Ruoxing also put down his pen.

"Please take a look at the painting on the paper." He Ruoxing looked at the painting on the paper and nodded with satisfaction. He held the paper and raised it above his head.

Zhou Mohuai held the knife rod and pressed his hand on his chest for a while before he came over. He took the drawing paper handed over by He Ruoxing and read it one by one, and was very satisfied.

"That's it, but I have to keep these drawings and I can't take you out of the palace." After all, these are still swords and cannot be circulated at will.

He Ruoxing replied in a low voice, leaving all the drawing paper to Zhou Mohuai. However, after he returned home, he drew all the Zhou Mohuai in his impression, not painting the knife score, but simply painting Zhou Mohuai.

From Zhou Mohuai who saw him in Yihua Palace to Zhou Mohuai who was waving his dragon's heroic appearance, they all.

After seeing off He Ruoxing, Zhou Mohuai then put Lin Miao and others in.

"General Zhou, are you okay?" As soon as the door opened, Lin Miao rushed in and grabbed Zhou Mohuai and looked around, for fear that Zhou Mohuai would feel a little uncomfortable.

He was even more afraid that Zhou Mohuai would keep fiddling with Pan Long inside, which was even more terrifying.

"This is the palace, what can I do?" Zhou Mohuai sat down and took a sip of water, then moved for a moment, and the wound was even more painful now.

However, Zhou Mohuai's expression remained unchanged, and he would not let Lin Miao see the clues.

Lin Miao was half-believing and half-doubted, and glanced at Pan Long leaning against him. Has General Zhou really not touched Pan Long just now?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mohuai suddenly stood up and walked over, picked up Panlong again.

"General Zhou begs you not to move." Lin Miao was still panicked and almost rushed up to hug Zhou Mohuai's legs.

"I just put Panlong in place, it's too conspicuous here." Zhou Mohuai took Panlong into the back hall. He placed Panlong against the wall, and then used a curtain to block Panlong before nodding.

As long as you don’t lift the curtain, you won’t see Panlong.

"Don't mention things today to Your Majesty. I have nothing to do, and I will make her worry for nothing." Zhou Mohuai looked at the window, and only a layer of light shone in, "I don't want her to worry."

For several days, Wen Wenlan was so busy that she had time to come to accompany Zhou Mohuai at night.

As long as Wen Wenlan is not present during the day, Zhou Mohuai will tell him that He Ruo has entered the palace, and then drove Lin Miao and others out, asking He Ruoxing to help him draw a knife.

Feng Si had noticed He Ruoxing frequently entered and went to Yihua Hall, and Zhou Mohuai was not worried that Wen Wenlan would know that she was busy dealing with major affairs in the court and had no time to take care of him.

By the time she noticed it, perhaps the knife score had been completed.

Time passed day by day, and as the sword score became more and more perfect, Zhou Mohuai's body became weaker and weaker. Lin Tidian had already reminded him to rest many times. Zhou Mohuai responded, but the knife score was drawn for a day.

Another day after the knife drawing was over, Zhou Mohuai couldn't help but lie down on the ground.

The warm sunshine shone on Zhou Mohuai, but he could only feel the coldness below the ground.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" He Ruoxing put down his brush, looked up and saw Zhou Mohuai lying on the ground, and hurried over, "I'll help you up."

He Ruoxing only thought that Zhou Mohuai was too tired to dance with his sword, but he didn't know that Zhou Mohuai's body was extremely weak and had to be in bed and rest.

Those who have been hit by the Immortal Flower must rest every day and maintain their energy to have enough strength to resist the damage caused by the Immortal Flower.

The immortal flower can make people's wounds not heal for a long time, which means constantly absorbing strength from the body to tear open the flesh and blood around the wound. At the same time, the wound itself is constantly healing, which also requires energy.

When a person becomes weak, he will not be able to absorb less energy by the Immortal Flower, but in this way, he will not have enough energy to support his body and he will soon collapse.

Over time, it will be difficult to recover if the root cause is damaged.

"Take it and see it." Zhou Mohuai waved his hand. He didn't matter, what was important was painting.

He Ruoxing quickly turned back and took today's painting to Zhou Mohuai.

Zhou Mohuai supported himself and sat up. There was black fog in front of him. He blinked, but there was still black fog in front of him, and he couldn't see what was drawn on the paper.

"Your Highness, are you okay..." He Ruoxing couldn't help but worry when he saw that Zhou Mohuai's face was almost gone.

Just fiddling with the big knife, you won’t be so tired.

Zhou Mohuai closed his eyes and slowed down. He didn't say anything. He opened his eyes after a while. After waiting for a while, he could barely see what was on the drawing paper.

"Let's get here today." Zhou Mohuai put away the drawing paper and stood up slowly. Another dizzy turn. He adjusted his breathing according to the wound before he calmed down. "You go back first, it's still two times to complete. Thank you for your hard work."

After Zhou Mohuai said this, He Ruoxing bent down with fear and fear. He was able to draw such pleasing paintings. Thanks to Zhou Mohuai, it is even more difficult to say that he could do it.

After seeing off He Ruoxing and putting down Panlong, Zhou Mohuai lay down on the bed and rested.

For some reason, he felt very tired today, and even felt uncomfortable lying down.

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