Chapter 2873

"Do you want to send me out?" ranbai suddenly asked. His voice cut through the night, couldn't hear his emotions, and was contaminated with the obscurity of the night.

Mo Liyan walked in front. Hearing such a sentence without warning, he slightly picked a delicate dark eyebrow tip and said casually, "why do you say that?"

The reaction of dyeing white and seeing ink Liyan,

You know,

He must not take it personally.

And Mo Liyan thought twice. It was probably clear that ran Bai was talking to the prince before he said that he had talked to the prince. The prince smiled low. Danfeng's eyes provoked the radian of evil and carelessly replied, "yes."

"Do you mind?" he said, looking at her, his fierce eyes seemed to be able to hit the depths of people's soul.

Dyed white calmed down and lowered her eyes rationally: "what qualifications do I have to mind?"

Mo Liyan was satisfied, "girl, you really know yourself."

He sighed lightly, but he didn't care. His voice was as sweet as broken jade and ice, but it was also particularly cold-blooded and thin: "you were the one who came out of him. If you really sent you back..."

He chuckled: "it's also the owner."

goods.

She was in his eyes,

It's just an optional object.

Very realistic,

isn't it?

Dyed white looked away, smiled lightly and agreed: "yes."

"But he didn't want it." Mo Liyan bent his lips slightly. He was not interested in this matter and didn't want to talk more. He looked away at the brilliant scenery in the palace and bathed gently in the early summer night with the luxuriant flowers.

"Does it look good?"

Mo Liyan asked. The night wind blew up his black hair tied by the jade crown and the sleeves of silver thread Xuanyun. Suddenly in the hazy moonlight, he had his own demeanor of talent, but he was a little less consistent cold.

This problem.

a phrase with a double meaning.

Ranbai is sure that Mo Liyan did it. It's really a big deal to send such a gift at someone's birthday banquet.

Facing the night wind, she raised her cold white slender fingers and slightly pressed down the rolling snow sleeves. She was neither cold nor light: "just like you like it."

Mo Liyan is noncommittal.

When passing by the mirror level and sparkling lake of the Imperial Palace, he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask the person around him. He thought a little: "what's your name?"

Ruo Lian walking behind: "...."

She:?!!

You don't even know the girl's name after all this time???

Ranbai thought for a while before spitting out: "Ling Bai."

Although it was far away from the palace, it seemed that the ancient Qin sound, just like a fairy sound, was still lingering for three days and echoed in my ears.

The young prince's deep, pale and cold eyes swept over the clean mirror like Lake and the towering ancient trees around. Finally, he slightly hooked his sweet thin lips with a loose tone:

"The seven strings of Ling Ling are repeated all over, and the Ling of Wan Mu Cheng and you yin?"

Ran Bai said.

"Good." Xu was in a good mood tonight. Mo Liyan gave such a two word evaluation. The tone was clear and pleasant, and was crushed in the night wind.

If Lian quietly looks at the figure walking in front,

This is not the way out of the palace.

I'm afraid

When something like that happened at the Palace Banquet, it was not so easy for the master to leave the palace.

After only a short while, a slightly bent man hurried over in the distance and respectfully saluted on Mo Liyan's face. His voice was soft and sharp. He was a eunuch: "Oh, King Jin, the emperor summoned you to the imperial study and go with me?"

Still here.

Having expected such a result long ago, Mo Liyan had nothing to be surprised by. He ordered in a warm and cool tone: "you go out of the palace and wait for me."

If Lian lowers her head, "yes."

After that, the young prince ignored anyone present and went straight to the imperial study of the palace. The cold wind blew his face. His sleeves fluttered and hunted.

The slave who was still standing in place quickly followed up.

"Miss, let's go." Ruo Lian smiled softly.

Dyed white eyes send Mo Liyan's back, coldly take back his eyes and go out of the palace.

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Royal study,

The light was dim and the incense curled.

When Mo Liyan went in, he didn't look around. His cold and exquisite face didn't contain any emotion. He simply and neatly knelt on the cold Obsidian ground of the imperial study, and his tone was cold: "my son's minister paid a visit to my father."

The middle-aged emperor sat alone in the chair behind the Dragon case. The not young face suddenly disappeared in the candlelight, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy. After hearing the voice, he didn't look at the face that seemed to be an old friend. He quietly read the memorial, as if there was no second person in the imperial study.

Mo Qingcang doesn't speak,

Mo Liyan has been kneeling there. His back is straight and slender. 3000 ink hair is scattered behind him. His skin color is white, intertwined with a sense of coldness and evil. His deep eyes under his long eyelashes can't see through. It seems like a fog closing the cold river. He looks directly at the picture in front of him without being surprised.

I don't know how long it's been,

Mo Qingcang put down the memorial somewhat tired. It was like noticing Mo Liyan, slowly raised his head, looked at the young and beautiful face, and a deep disgust and irony crossed his eyes.

"Yan'er is coming." he seemed to sigh a long sigh: "I just reviewed the memorial. I didn't pay attention to the time for a moment. I didn't know you had come and asked you to kneel. Won't Yan'er blame my father?"

Mo Liyan's face was expressionless and his tone did not change. It was like condensing the substantive coldness like glacier snow: "my son dare not."

I dare not,

No, No.

Mo Qingcang's action was stiff. His eyes looked at the man kneeling in the middle of the imperial study. It seemed that he could still see the cruel shadow like a lone wolf cub in his childhood through the cold expression of the young prince. It seemed that he fell there with blood all over. Only his eyes that were the same as now were deep hatred.

When the memory overlaps with the reality, Mo Qingcang looks at such a pair of narrow and fierce Danfeng eyes, which has long lost his hate. It seems that the wind and frost covered the Hanjiang River, and the rest is as calm as the abyss.

"Then keep kneeling." he suddenly felt uncontrollable tyranny at the bottom of his heart, threw down the memorials in his hand, and the atmosphere fell into silence again. Mo Qingcang seemed to think of something suddenly, and suddenly asked without raising his head: "do you still hate me after so many years?"

"My ministers are terrified."

When he said this, Mo Liyan's expression and words still didn't fluctuate, and he didn't see the slightest fear.

"No, fear... Ha ha ha ha!"

There are only Mo Liyan and Mo Qingcang in the imperial study, and the other palace maids and eunuchs have been dismissed.

The eunuch manager outside the imperial study heard the laughter inside, and his back was almost wet with cold sweat.

He knew,

It's absolutely no good for King Jin to stay with the emperor.