The next day, when Mu Huan arrived at the school, he finally knew why he took a break yesterday. The reason was that he took a break and wrote Buddhist scriptures to pray for the emperor.

In previous years, we had two or three days of vacation. Since Pei Yang took office, her academic tasks have progressed quickly, so there is not much schoolwork and free time to write Buddhist scriptures. This year, one day is enough to finish writing.

But Mu Huan had completely forgotten about this matter, and she was due to hand it in tomorrow, and she dared not say that she hadn't finished writing the Buddhist scriptures in a panic.

Mu Huan, who had learned the news before the class, was not in the house during the day. Pei Yang walked to Mu Huan many times and she didn't notice it.

Pei Yang frowned, a trace of hesitation flashed across her pretty and lovely face, after all, she couldn't bear to reprimand Mu Huan in public. When she didn't see it, she wandered around and continued to lecture.

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The stars flickered in the evening, and the sky was completely dark.

The lights in Princess Suihe's room were bright, and after quickly showering a dog and a cat, and comforting the two lying in the nest, Mu Huan put Ye Mingzhu at the desk and began to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

The ancient writing brush was soft, and Mu Huan wrote slowly, and it took about an hour to copy a little and a half.

"Well, I'm so sleepy." Mu Huan tried to open his eyes wide, and her peach blossoms blinked and closed, feeling that her whole body was out of her body.

The brush with my fingertips dangled on the desktop for a while, and finally fell overwhelmed.

The Persian cat jumped to the table flexibly, her soft body rubbing against Mu Huan's warm skin, Mu Huan never noticed it.

The girl's gentle breathing was inaudible, Ji Xingyu lifted the cat's paw and pulled the brush out, the smudged ink avoiding Mu Huan's clothes to be clean and dust-free.

Pei Yang looked at the cat thoughtfully for a while, and saw that its movements were light and did not wake Mu Huan, so he put his head down, and walked gently to the desk, stood up and looked at the content on it, and there was a line in his eyes. Ran the color.

The night was slightly cool, and Mu Huan, who had slept for a long time, got up from the desk with red marks on his face.

Mu Huan looked at the sky that was about to light up outside, took a breath, and quickly copied a part of the rest of the Buddhist scriptures.

But I couldn't stand it because it was about to dawn, and I copied half of it at most. This Buddhist scripture was due in the afternoon, and Mu Huan could almost imagine her fate.

No matter how arrogant and arrogant the beloved Princess Suihe is, this kind of sacrifice to the first emperor has never been ambiguous.

Anxious Mu Huan was in a daze, preparing to pretend to be sick and not going to class, and quickly took out lead powder and wiped it on his face, the whiter the better.

"Have you got up yet?"

Xiaoju whispered at the door, and Mu Huan rushed to the bed to put on a weak and beautiful appearance, coughing: "Get up, come in."

There was something wrong with Mu Huan's voice, Xiao Orange probed in and walked to the bed to see Mu Huan's frail appearance and was shocked.

"Ah, princess, what's wrong with you, did you catch a cold last night?"

Xiaoju was anxious, and Mu Huan nodded, "I want to come, I didn't sleep well last night, and I feel deeply unwell in my palace today. Go and tell the Taifu that my palace is not going to class today."

Xiaoju smiled and said, "Coincidentally, Tai Fu Chen is now in the early morning and told people to inform Xiu Mu today, saying that it was an important matter of the first emperor's sacrifice to the ancestor, so don't be careless."

Mu Huan's eyes widened: Xiu Mu! !

Xiaoju helped Mu Huan up after she said, "His Royal Highness, I will go to Xuantai Doctor after you have eaten, how do you think?"

After hearing the news, Mu Huan was immediately refreshed, and shook his hand and said, "It's okay in this palace, Xiaoju, go down first. Ask the royal chef for breakfast in this palace and don't worry about it."

Xiaoju looked hesitant, and could only cowardly respond under Mu Huan's firm gaze.

Ji Xingyu, who was hiding in the corner outside the temple to protect Mu Huan, put the paper on the cuffs back into the cuffs of his clothes.

Just after midday, Mu Huan finally finished driving the Buddhist scriptures. Bringing people to the Internal Affairs Office in the afternoon finally turned the matter over.

When the busy work is finally completed, Mu Huan is in the mood to check the progress of the task.

Before clicking on the task progress, Mu Huan thought that the children of these days should have met a lot of friends in the Imperial Guard. It is estimated that the task progress will be halfway directly!

Unexpectedly, when I opened the task progress and looked at it, I found that the task scroll bar was only scrolled by one percent, not as much as she had imagined!

Mu Huan wondered what the heroine was doing in the Imperial Guard these days.