Chapter 2975

It was clearly in the warmth of the halo of the sun, but I didn't feel the slightest temperature from the back of King Jin. It was cold and lonely and lonely.

He turned his back to the bright white light, and no one could see his original calm and indifferent appearance. He tore a hole in the dead silence and laughed silently.

On the seventh day of the lunar new year, he kept outside and dared not leave or go in. After seeing Chu Qinghe coming out, he hurried forward. Before he opened his mouth, Chu Qinghe already knew what he wanted to ask.

"I'll try my best. There must be nothing wrong with adults' eyes." Chu Qing and tried to calm down their emotions and said to the seventh day in a stable tone: "adults don't want to see people now. You'd better not go in."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he nodded. For the first time, he looked at Chu Qing and solemnly: "Mr. Chu, please."

"This is what I should do." Chu Qing and finally looked back at the closed bedroom, took a deep breath and left with big steps.

When he entered the bedroom again on the seventh day of the seventh day, it was already night, and the window was still half open. The cold wind on the winter night poured in so recklessly, dazzling the man's hair, which was a hazy cold feeling.

Mo Liyan is still on the soft couch. It seems that he hasn't done any action all day. It's very much like a sculpture. It's very quiet. There's no sound in the bedroom.

"Master." on the seventh day of the seventh day, he called softly. He looked complex and hugged the sword very hard. He was the master's dark guard, and his life was saved by the master. He had no concept of what country power was. He only cared about that person. On the seventh day of the seventh day, she came forward and said, "if Miss Ling Bai knew that you were hurt for her, she might be soft hearted."

Mo Liyan finally reacted when he heard such a sentence. His slender fingers supported his beautiful forehead, and his long eyelashes covered his dark, gray eyes without focus, as if they had been annihilated in the dark. His thin lips slowly covered a arc like ridicule, with a low voice and light wind and cloud.

"Then?" he seemed to laugh softly, unable to say the lonely irony: "use these eyes to beg her for a trace of pity, a trace of sympathy, a trace of charity?"

His pride, his conceit, his determination, death will not allow him to do so.

Mo Liyan looked sideways and seemed to look out of the window, but no matter where he looked, his line of sight was boundless darkness, as if he fell into the abyss with him.

He said, "because she is the king's willful and willing. All the consequences will be borne by the king, and it has nothing to do with her."

The heart of the seventh day trembled fiercely. He knew how lonely and arrogant the master was. It was more impossible for him to do that than to die. The seventh day bowed his head: "my subordinates said wrong."

Mo Liyan didn't care, and didn't say anything about the topic. "Step back and don't come in again."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, I didn't stay any longer and went out in silence.

And Mo Liyan indulged in the boundless darkness, closed his eyes and listened silently to the rustling wind outside the window.

It was such a cold winter night that the cold wind wrapped the cold white moonlight.

A man who claims to be cold hearted and resourceful has finally moved and lost his heart. Since then, he has always fallen into the abyss of darkness and eternal doom.

He calculated everything but her.

That heart was cut open by birth. It was shivering and breaking in the bitter snow on a cold winter night.

Two days later,

When the new snow stopped, it was covered with layers of snow-white and soft snowflakes, which fell on the eaves, on the trees and on the road. The whole world was clean snow, wrapped in silver and flowing silver.

The rising sun rises in the East. The light is white and warm. It shines on every corner of the world, gently closes on the ice and snow, and reflects the crystal clear light.

There is a long ice under the eaves of the corridor. Bathed in the sun, glittering and white water drops drop from the tip of the ice and drop on the bluestone board. They faint and dye the sky blue like misty rain.

"Master, Mr. Xie has come and wants to see you. He's outside now." the seventh day frowned and told him that he had blocked it several times, but he didn't stop it. There's really no way.

The figure by the window is slender and solitary, like an immortal and a devil.

The two eyes were covered with White Damask because they couldn't see the light. The color of snow covered the beautiful and fierce Danfeng eyes. Under the bridge of the tall nose was the thin lips bewitched by light Fei. A section of the mandibular arc was cold, white and cold, with a hazy beauty of sparse cold. It was a little more immortal, elegant and precious.

Three thousand ink hair spread like a waterfall behind him. He only tied his back with a black ribbon, and the lines were straight. The white silk against the black clothes was a clear black-and-white cold abstinence.

"No." Mo Liyan leaned lightly on the soft couch and didn't take the words of the seventh day to heart, but it was very obvious.

The seventh day nodded and just wanted to go out. As a result, the people waiting outside broke in directly!

"Thank you, thank you..."

"You can't come in."

"Young master Xie, please go out!"

Not far away came a thin and broken interception voice. On the seventh day of the seventh day, he was cold and was about to go out.

Mo Liyan was quiet for two seconds, and casually said, "forget it, let him in."

Xie Jinshu insists that there must be something wrong with him. Even if he doesn't see him now, Xie Jinshu will try to come in. He doesn't have much mind to fight Xie Jinshu now. He might as well let Xie Jinshu in. Maybe... It has something to do with that person.

Mo Liyan thought at the bottom of his heart and ordered: "on the ninth day of the ninth day, you step back first."

On the ninth day of the ninth day, he sat at his desk. He was tense and stiff. There were a lot of official documents piled up in front of him. They were placed in order according to their priorities. They were saved by Mo Liyan in his coma for three days.

Now Mo Liyan can't see things and is inconvenient to review official business, but he doesn't intend to waste time like this. From the first night after waking up, he insisted that the ninth day of junior high school read out the official information to him paragraph by paragraph, and then say the solution, and let the ninth generation write it for himself.

He is really a natural emperor, thoughtful, but in the end... He can't escape a word of love.

These official affairs are piled up like a mountain. It's not easy to deal with them. Mo Liyan doesn't mind. He even puts all his time on official affairs. He is busy from morning to night. It seems that he doesn't need to think about other things or think of the night when the snowstorm and fire annihilated in the night, I will not think of the person who will be in pain once he appears in my mind.