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"Momo, drink some tea first, and I'll take you to a place in a while." Shao Feng gave her a mysterious glance.

He glanced around the hall quickly, everything in Prince's House was decorated according to her preferences.

"Good!" Jian Mo nodded smartly.

Holding up the jasmine tea on one side, she took a sip and sipped her tongue gently. She had a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and she who did not apply pink daisies showed her unparalleled beauty.

Shao Feng looked at her well-behaved gesture, and her eyes were tender.

Sometimes he was thinking, not because of hope, but because of persistence!

Not because you have it, but because you have it!

He watched her drink tea and eat some pastries, and Shao Feng took her back to the other side of the hall.

Here is a two-story palace with blue tiles and red walls, colorful.

"Shao Feng, why aren't you even a maidservant in the Prince's Mansion, and I have two maidservants at the Shuixieju?" Jian Mo later realized that from Prince's Mansion, this way She has never seen anyone else.

Only she and Shao Feng.

"Momo, I don't want anyone to disturb us."

Shao Feng looked at her side by side, he just wanted him in her world.

The smile on Jian Mo's face grew deeper, but she liked his boundless petting, and she didn't like crowds.

Shao Feng took her directly to the second floor and went upstairs, shocking Jian Mo instantly.

Seeing everything in front of her, she was almost moved to tears.

The huge palace is full of her portraits. From her childhood to her growing up portraits, there are all kinds of postures.

"Shao Feng ..." She looked at him sideways, with a layer of water mist under her eyes, thousands of words rolling in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.

He actually did this for her. Those paintings are the bits and pieces of her over the past ten years, which have been recorded by him.

"Momo, go in and take a look. These are portraits of you from small to large." He looked at her with a smile.

Here is where he likes to come, here are her.

Here, brought him a sense of joy, happiness, joy, and satisfaction, which belongs to him and her only.

In this life, he didn't want to miss her.

He is so lucky that his life can come again.

At the same time, he also understood that there are some things that cannot be delayed, and once they are too late, they will miss many wonderful opportunities.

Some words cannot be hidden, and once hesitated not to speak, there is no chance to confess.

Some people can't wait. Once they turn around and leave, they will never have the opportunity to accompany.

Jian Mo has been looking at each painting seriously. Although the person in the portrait is herself, each portrait can bring her different feelings.

In the center of the wall, there is a large portrait. The woman in the painting is also her. She wore a big red dress with a smile on her eyes, but it was cold and dusty, with an imposing manner.

Jian Mo is slightly strange. The person in the painting is her, but she always feels that she is two people.

While Jian Mo was wondering, Shao Feng's voice sounded slowly: "Mo Mo, she is you too."

"But I always feel a little different." Jian Mo looked back at him with a deep inquiry.

"Well, it will be different. This is what Momo looked like when he was 25." Yan Shaofeng looked at the portrait, his eyes warmed up.