Chapter 2874

In the early years, the three princes were young. Every time they went out of the imperial study, their life and death were unknown. They were sent back to the residence under cover. He once saw it.

The little boy Ji was thin and covered with blood. He couldn't tell where the wound was. The whip wound covered the whole back. It was shocking. The boy was pale and endured the pain without saying a word.

Open that pair of red and Phoenix eyes that look like a dead person, black without any impurities, as if they can devour people, brewing quietly and rolling the monstrous evil.

He was startled when he looked at him like that.

He had seen many people and many unknown things in the palace, but he had seen such eyes for the first time.

Like a lone wolf coming out of the abyss, he lost everything, experienced killing, and slowly stepped into the long sunshine, but he didn't see half the warmth.

And in the imperial library,

After Mo Qingcang laughed a few times, he stared at Mo Liyan like a torch, "then I ask you, what do you think of the dance at the palace banquet today?"

Mo Liyan calmly gave an eight word evaluation: "pianruo Jinghong, Wan Ruo Youlong."

"Good!" Mo Qingcang suddenly clapped his hands when he heard such words, as if appreciating, "what a graceful and startling Hong, Wan and if you are a dragon!"

At the moment when the voice fell, the teacup that had been placed next to the Dragon case was directly smashed by the master without any scruples to the figure kneeling straight in the center!

Mo Liyan doesn't avoid, don't let, don't hide.

The white porcelain teacup hit the prince's beautiful forehead heavily, and then fell to the ground. In a moment, it fell apart, and sharp porcelain pieces splashed on the ground and rolled everywhere.

There was gurgling red blood flowing slowly down his white forehead and wiped the sharp and clear side face, which had a thrilling beauty.

Mo Liyan was unmoved, and his eyes didn't change for half a minute, as if the person who was hit was not him.

"Oh, Prince, why are you here?" the eunuch manager saw the bright yellow figure stepping in this direction and hurriedly welcomed him.

"I'm here alone to see my father." Mo Yilei's hands are behind him.

Today's incident, the mother imperial concubine is innocent and angry. He can't get any benefit. He always has to say a few words for the mother imperial concubine in front of his father.

Eunuch manager has a headache when he thinks of the situation here. The king Jin is still inside

In the tense atmosphere between the emperor and King Jin, the prince went in. Isn't that adding fuel to the fire?

But he couldn't refuse. He had to bow down and harden his head and say, "the prince will wait a moment and let the slave go in and report."

Mo Yilei nodded.

The eunuch general turned around, took two deep breaths, his heart crossed, and went in. He walked into the imperial study, but he didn't dare to look more. He bent down and bowed himself, and then knelt on the ground: "emperor, the prince wants to see you."

His sight inevitably bumped into the broken pieces of the porcelain cup on the ground. Yu Guang glanced and knelt beside the young prince Jin Wang Mo Liyan, whose back was as straight as bamboo.

The blood flowing slowly from his white forehead was cold and cold on his side. Even though he was used to this scene, he couldn't help trembling in his heart.

Dare not take another look, staring straight at the ground.

Mo Qingcang leaned back tired and closed his eyes. After a long time, he said, "let him in."

"Bang."

The eunuch manager got up, pretended to see nothing, and went out of the imperial study with a smile on his face, "prince, the emperor let you in."

Mo Yelei nods and walks in with big steps.

As soon as I entered, I saw the chaotic and repressive scene in the imperial study, and the atmosphere was silent.

Mo Yelei paused for a moment. His eyes swept the prince's straight posture without leaving a trace. Then, Mo Yelei knelt down and said respectfully, "my son, I'll see my father."

"Get up." in the end, it was the child of the woman you like. Mo Qingcang was not too embarrassed. He raised his hand and said, "sit down."

"Thank you, father." Mo Yilei originally came to say a few words for the imperial concubine, but now in the face of such a depressed atmosphere in the study, he suddenly hesitated, but it was only a moment's emotion. He pondered a little and said tentatively: "father, at today's banquet, the mother imperial concubine angered the father, but he didn't mean to..."

It's OK that Mo Yelei doesn't mention it. When he says so, Mo Qingcang instantly thinks of the dance, and his cold eyes sweep from Mo Yelei to Mo Liyan.

He didn't speak.

There was no sound in the imperial study.

last,

Mo Qingcang raised his hand and couldn't see his attitude.

"Well, you all step back. That's it today. I'm tired."

The emperor said so. Mo Ye Lei opened his mouth and was unwilling. But seeing the emperor's look, he didn't say anything at last. He had to bow his head and say, "I'll leave there."

Mo Qingcang rubbed the trigger on his thumb, nodded, stared at Mo Liyan and said, "as a royal child, you should focus on national affairs and not indulge in silk and bamboo songs and dances. I punish you to be banned from King Jin's house for five days. Do you have any objection?"

"I dare not."

Mo Qingcang didn't speak again. It's probably bad to attack again in front of Mo Yilei: "go down."

Mo Liyan got up slowly and knelt for such a long time without causing half an impact on him. His posture was slender, such as bamboo integrity: "my son and Minister leave."

Mo Yilei looked at this scene, narrowed his eyes and Mo Liyan went out of the imperial study one after another. On the way to leave the palace, he was beside Mo Liyan, looking as if nothing had happened, lowered his voice and said, "the third brother really gave my mother a good gift."

"It's just calligraphy and painting. If the prince likes it, I still have it here." Mo Liyan's eyes were placed in the distance of the palace without deviation and kept walking.

Mo Yilei looks suspiciously at the people in front of him.

In fact, he was not sure what was going on, nor did he know the dance. Just because Mo Liyan was angry by his father, he had some doubts in his heart and couldn't confirm it.

After all, there are countless people in the harem who want to harm the mother imperial concubine.

last,

He didn't see any end Ni from Mo Liyan's expression. He snorted coldly, "don't worry about the third brother. If you want calligraphy and painting, you can get it." after that, he left in another direction.

Through the long palace wall, there are golden glazed tiles and thick gray walls on both sides. When you look at it, you can't see the end. It is shrouded in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, the patrolling guards passed in order and solemnly, or the palace maids with lanterns hurried away.

At the end, it seems that there is a huge murderer dormant in the dark, which can tear people up and devour them in an instant.

I don't know how many people are trapped in such a deep palace and how many people are lured.

Like a magnificent cage.

Mo Liyan walked forward, his pace was always slow, and seemed to contain some indifferent rhythm.