Moreover, Mo Yilei can't say that he was originally an assassin raised at his own house. If he really said so.

Then I'm afraid his assassination of Mo Liyan will also be exposed.

The important thing is that he still doesn't know why Ling Bai's change is unspeakable or true betrayal

After weighing several times in the bottom of his heart, Mo Yelei still felt that it was not worth it, so he smiled twice and his tone became gentle: "where is the third brother? How can Gu see the people around the third brother? Such a beauty should be left to the third brother himself."

"Since the prince opens his mouth, as a minister, he naturally obeys." Mo Liyan can't move his look, and his side eyes are not cold and light. He glanced at dye white and didn't care.

After that, he left first, indifferent.

If Lian secretly glanced at the girl in white who couldn't distinguish her look, she bit her teeth, still bowed her head and followed Mo Li back, with a heart of seven up and eight down.

While ranbai stood in place, took out the snow-white brocade handkerchief and slowly wiped the sticky herbal juice on her hand.

She lowered her eyes and covered her eyes with long eyelashes. She didn't seem to give up until her fingers were covered with a slight sticky feeling. She didn't stop until the skin was red and blood appeared. She threw away her handkerchief.

But the sticky feeling never dissipated, even the shallow irritability in the heart.

Looking at her hands as clean as ever, she pulled up a satisfied radian on her lips. She smiled faintly, but not like a smile. She soon converged without a trace.

The branches and leaves of luxuriant peach blossoms flutter and fall on the lake, reflecting uneven shadows, dancing with the wind on the water, and the shadows generate waves, which are gorgeous and lonely.

The girl's eyes disappeared in the night, and finally walked in another direction. After all, she came out to look for herbs.

Beside the lake, only Mo Yilei was left.

Mo Yilei's mood is extremely gloomy. He clenches his hand hanging on his side, looks at the young prince's gentle back, and can't stop sneering at the bottom of his heart.

Yes?

If Mo Liyan really obeyed, he wouldn't fight with him openly and secretly for so long!

That speech just now was to take Ling Bai as a pawn and force him to make a choice. Although he didn't know what his intention was, he was sure now.

His good third brother will never care about Ling Bai, otherwise he can't be as free as a toy.

You know, the right to choose just now is in his hand. If he really agrees, Mo Liyan has to give it.

Unless

Mo Liyan calculated his choice.

Such an idea flashed away in his heart and has been rejected by Mo Yilei. He won't believe it. How is it possible?

I just don't know why Mo Liyan keeps Ling Bai.

Mo Yilei took a deep breath and left with a cold face.

·

When ranbai returned to the banquet again, the Palace Banquet was halfway through. It was still like the ultimate luxury when he left, which could be called a prosperous era.

She looked straight, frowned slightly, and stood back.

Mo Liyan sat carelessly beside the banquet, his eyes fell in the center of the field, and he noticed that the familiar and strange cedar fragrance lingered in the air, and there was a little less bloody gas, which was covered by the smell of herbal medicine.

His face was expressionless, he took a sip with a glass, his thin lips were bright red, his jaw was sharp, beautiful and white, and his beauty was perplexed.

However, ruolian, after smelling the strange and fresh herbal fragrance, slightly moved the tip of her nose, looked at the girl as usual and whispered, "Miss, did you use herbal medicine?"

"There are many in the palace."

"Miss knows medicine?" Ruo Lian was slightly surprised.

"Slightly understand."

Ruolian nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but said softly, "wait for miss to go back to the house, and then carefully apply medicine to the wound. The herbs in King Jin's house are fine, but by..." speaking of this, ruolian paused gently, realized what she might have to say, and shut her mouth silently.

Most of them are refined by Chu Qing, the world-famous ghost doctor. It's hard to find a thousand gold.

Ranbai didn't ask or speak.

Mo Liyan gently shook the wine glass with one hand, and thought in the bottom of his heart without expression, whether to change the man to a less talkative dark guard after he went back.

The party reached its climax,

As the birthday star of tonight's Palace Banquet, the imperial concubine took the initiative to offer the emperor a glass of wine. There was intoxicating charm between her eyes and eyes, and even her voice was charming: "I know that the emperor likes singing and dancing, and I specially asked the dancers to prepare the next song and dance that has been lost for a long time. After rehearsing for several days, I dared to let them perform on the stage. I hope the emperor likes it."

"The imperial concubine has a heart." Mo Qing, who is over middle age, has a bright red face and a satisfied smile. His eyes are full of love for the imperial concubine.

The imperial concubine smiled shyly.

All the dancers in the hall retreated, and the center of the hall was empty for a short time.

Then there was a long and melodious sound of the Guqin. The melody was not soft. On the contrary, it was whispering.

The first time the tune sounded,

Mo Qingcang was slightly stiff.

Then,

Dozens of graceful and gentle dancers came to the hall, all dressed in exquisite and meticulous dance clothes, and their eyes moved into the hall.

In response to the sinking music, the light and moving dancer slowly blooms into the most beautiful posture in the eyes of the public like beautiful red lotus blossoms!

One of them was wearing a brocade skirt embroidered with begonias and colorful dark flowers. The skirt was long and winding, with coral beads inserted obliquely. The woman with a beautiful face was like the stars holding the moon.

In those dancers, one foot rotates, red sleeves dance lightly, Luo Qun flies, flowing with each circle of rotation!

She raised her head slightly, the arc of her neck was smooth, a young bamboo shoot like arm was faintly exposed in the sleeve waving room, and a golden bell was tied around her ankle, tinkling with the dance, like a beautiful white swan.

Look back and smile!

Such a beginning,

The face of the city,

Instantly amazed many people present.

The imperial concubine looked at such a dance with a shallow smile on her face.

There were many amazing and appreciative voices in the hall.

Mo Liyan enjoyed the center of the hall, as if he had poured out all the dancing girls with the enthusiasm of life. The narrow and deep Danfeng eyes slanted the scenery of lakes and mountains, and their eyes were slender and beautiful. The demon governance was just right, which seemed full of evil.

He seemed to be very happy. He gave a low laugh. The voice line overflowing from his throat was magnetic and low, with a somewhat clear sense of laziness. It only made people feel blush and heartbeat, but ignored the danger, indifference and good sounding too much.

"You say, this dance is beautiful?" the young prince suddenly opened his mouth and asked gently.

He was dressed in black, put one hand on the table at will, and knocked with his fingertips.

It goes without saying who to ask.