Chapter 2938

"It's not good to drink." ranbai doesn't care about the injury on King Jin, as if she didn't see it. Even if it was stabbed by her own hand, she just calmly answered Mo Liyan's question.

He threw away the snow-white brocade and said with a smile, "it's so dirty that I'm disgusted."

The tone is very light, word by word, but it seems to contain thousands of strength.

Mercilessly hit Mo Liyan's ear, and told him in such a smiling and wanton tone.

Dirty.

Disgusting.

Mo Liyan stared at the girl in red without blinking, but he could only see the publicity smile. In addition, he couldn't see anything else on her.

Do not know why?

Mo Liyan sounds very harsh.

He didn't know why he made such an impulsive behavior at that moment. He was sober, sink, and unclear.

Maybe,

The reason is very simple, just to give the wine back to dye white.

That's all.

That's the only way.

He sneered and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his thin lips. Maybe Mo Liyan didn't notice it. He didn't have the slightest disgust in his imagination. He said word by word: "that really wronged you."

Ranbai really should have come down and said yes. Then he looked at Mo Liyan with boredom and took two steps forward. His vision fell to the dagger three inches above his heart. He quickly and ruthlessly pulled it out in front of the prince!

Mo Liyan didn't make a sound. His hand hanging on his side was tightly clenched, and his fingertips were cold white, so he looked at the girl's action.

"Unfortunately, the dagger won't work anymore." ranbai murmured to himself, and left the dagger beside him, just like throwing a brocade handkerchief, the same cold, thin and tired.

It seemed that any point contaminated with ink could disgust her.

And just then,

A palace man walked by with lanterns. He vaguely smelled a bloody smell floating in the air and subconsciously looked in that direction.

As a result, she screamed, "ah!" she was so frightened that she turned pale and said tremblingly, "there are assassins, there are assassins!"

The picture in the eyes of the palace people at the moment,

The young prince's black clothes were stained with blood and was indifferent. His expression was bright and dark in the shadow of the trees.

In front of the prince, there was a girl in red. The girl in red looked like blood. It seemed that the flame was burning suddenly. The pale and beautiful finger just threw a dagger and could see the blood on it.

In the eyes of palace people,

This is a bright picture of assassination.

Mo Liyan suddenly looked sideways, and the light of his eyes shot at the palace man who was frightened and retreated like a sharp blade. He glanced lukewarm. There was no change in his expression in front of him. The evil and diffuse figure, after a little quiet, spoke quietly, containing thousands of indisputable precious linglie.

"Not an assassin."

"Step back."

The palace man stared wide. Looking at such a scene, she was ready to make a big noise in the Imperial Palace, but she didn't expect to hear Mo Liyan's words. She was stunned at the moment.

Blankly looked at Mo Liyan and ran Bai.

If it's not an assassin

How to explain the injury on the prince.

She saw the scene with her own eyes!

The palace man was confused, but she knew it was not simple. She didn't dare to say anything without authorization. She answered obediently, trembled and walked away with the lantern in her hand.

"What do you want me to do?" ran Bai leaned back lazily, whistled lightly to the little maid in waiting who was far away, and smiled at the corners of her lips with a touch of evil spirit. "You're very bad."

"Go back with the king." Mo Liyan stared at ranbai, cold and stubborn, as if he had exhausted his lifelong patience to tell the girl.

"Mo Liyan." seeing that the palace maid was gone, she could no longer see her trembling back. Dyeing white took back her eyes. There was a cold depression and boredom between her eyes: "are you bored?"

Even the tone is intolerable.

"I'm not looking for you. Don't bother me in the future."

Dyed white had a very straight tone and made a conclusion of exchange. Then she gathered her eyes and went out directly from the pavilion without looking at Mo Liyan.

At that moment,

Mo Liyan subconsciously raised his lower fingertips,

He always feels like he has to catch something.

But in the end,

The prince's cold fingertips were stiff in the air and motionless. A few inches ahead was the girl's clothes across the air, with an arc like a sharp blade.

Mo Liyan looked at ranbai walking in front of him, and he stood there without any action or expression.

He didn't know what he should catch.

The back of the girl in red was particularly conspicuous in the night, and gradually away from the line of sight. Finally, the touch of red could not be captured and completely disappeared in the line of sight.

Until then,

Mo Liyan suddenly felt an unprecedented panic. It was the kind of panic. It seemed that countless threads were mixed and woven together. He couldn't figure it out. He was unable to control and feel at a loss when he let his heart be surrounded and pulled.

The red blood slipped down the black clothes. Mo Liyan slowly looked down at the wound on his heart. He could clearly remember how the girl stabbed in, and every detail of every move.

Mo Liyan knew the pain.

The pain spreading from the heart seems to cover up the subtle and long stabbing pain in the depths of the heart, like covered with a layer of cold ice, with the strength of each beat and the frequency of breathing, like a hard stabbing pain with the broken ice.

He remained silent for a long time, standing there in a posture, motionless, like a fixed sculpture.

long time,

Mo Liyan sneered at himself. He was cold and ironic. The rest was indescribable and unclear emotions.

He hastily bandaged his wound, calmly handled it and thought indifferently,

Why didn't you feel it before,

It hurts.

That guy did it really hard.

In a few moments, Mo Liyan's heart flashed such a few fleeting thoughts.

There was only one person left in the pavilion. It was cold and empty. The cold wind rustled, the branches and leaves shook disorderly, making a rustling sound, and the dark shadows swaying on the ground added a third of desolate solitude.

In the eyes of outsiders, King Jin, who was always high, suddenly bent down after being quiet for a long time, half knelt on one knee and put one hand on his knee at will, while the other hand picked up the wine glass that had just been dyed white and was still on the ground at will and played with it in the palm of his hand.