Chapter 2992

He gave it to her,

Not only the existence of a gift, but also with a beating heart.

She threw it away or destroyed it, ignored it or trampled it. It's her business.

But it's his business to give or not, give up or insist.

A guqin, a lantern.

And a snow-white letter.

These are the three things that Mo Liyan left to dye white.

All the information on the stationery is about the situation analysis and interests of South Korea, as well as the behind the scenes truth of the assassination. Every point is highly detailed, objective and rational.

If the South Korean royal family knew that the capital and army of South Korea were analyzed by an outsider, it would be extremely shocking.

This is what Mo Liyan spent all his remaining time trying to investigate in the battlefield against the shadow of the sword and in the Chu capital of the conspiracy track.

Actually

Even without these three days, Mo Liyan will give this letter to ran Bai.

The only regret is that I couldn't take a final look at the man.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, I stayed outside and was alert to the surrounding situation at any time.

In the general's bedroom, there was only Mo Liyan.

Young Jin Wang stood quietly for a while. After the rain, the faint light and hazy sunlight came out and reflected on his exquisite side face through the half open window lattice. The lines were angular and beautiful, and it was difficult to ignore the unparalleled sharpness, but he was standing in the dark. Half of his body was in a deep and quiet dark place, hidden in the shadow, with an indifferent and noble look, There is no emotion, such as the stillness of the abyss.

Light and shadow cut him apart.

It's like a thought,

Heaven and hell are separated.

Mo Liyan suddenly thought of something. The cold fingertips hanging on his side gently moved. After a little silence, because his eyes could not see, he could only slowly recall the position of rubbing the dagger with his memory.

Finally, the abandoned dagger was found from the girl general's bedroom. It was the one used before.

King Jin clenched it hard. Finally, he pinned the dagger at his waist and left the bedroom, as if he had been in the future, and his back began to become distant against the light

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The next day, after the rain stopped, the air was cool and cold, and filled with a touch of moisture. The world seemed to be dizzy with the color of sky cyan.

Xie Jinshu originally wanted to send ranbai, but ranbai refused.

The young girl general rode his horse and whipped his whip. He returned to Yizhou in the gray sky. He was arrogant and arrogant in red.

Ranbai didn't go directly back to Yizhou City, but went to the mountain first. Obviously, the speed on the road was very fast, but when she went up the mountain, she was slow again. She had a deep and long temperament and went up the mountain.

The distant mountains are like Dai, and the world is vast.

The air on the mountain is clean and crisp, and occasionally raindrops drop from the treetops.

Not surprisingly, ranbai didn't see Mo Liyan on the mountain. The man should go back after the soldier informed him.

She looked around and found nothing unusual, so she withdrew her eyes.

Ranbai suddenly feels that it's not necessary to go up the mountain.

Even if Mo Liyan did something last night and set a ten mile ambush or other, after a night of wind and rain, the trace almost dissipated.

And Mo Liyan can't be here now. Even if he really wants to kill her, he can't wait for her after being told she won't come. Mo Liyan shouldn't want to kill her so much.

When ranbai thought about it, he tutted and turned back to Yizhou city.

But she didn't see Mo Liyan here, just saw those three things in her bedroom.

It's probably gone. Now Chu and Beijing are separated, and the two factions hold each other. Mo Liyan can't leave for too long.

Guqin and rabbit lamp?

Ranbai stood there and looked at the things quietly placed not far away. Her eyes were not warm and light, as if she were looking at some gadget. After two seconds, she made a careless sound: "come."

A soldier came in. "General, what's up?"

"Throw these two things away and don't let me see them again." ran Bai said calmly and lightly, "it's an eyesore."

The soldier looked over there and felt a little strange. Where did the Guqin and rabbit lamp come from? He has been patrolling outside and has never seen anyone enter or leave the princess's room.

Although he was puzzled at the bottom of his heart, the soldier didn't ask much. He just came forward, picked up two gifts that were very attentive and exquisite and precious, and went out.

Dyed white's eyes fixed on the snow-white letter, reached out and picked it up. His fingertips touched the edge of the envelope, but he didn't open it.

The girl general went to the lighted candle and put the snow-white envelope on it. The leaping flame flashed in her dark and deep eyes. The light was uncertain, annihilated in an instant, and it was not warm for half a minute.

Dyeing white drooping eyes, she looked at the letter casually and casually. It was rolled up by the fire tongue and swallowed slowly until it finally burned to ashes. There was no fluctuation in her mood from beginning to end.

She doesn't care what the letter says, but she's not interested in reading it.

Even about the assassination, it's not necessary.

For the three days promised, anyway, she broke her promise first. Mo Liyan didn't need to tell her, and she didn't need to see it.

The young girl general's delicate, cold and gorgeous face is expressionless, cold and evil.

In the distance,

The mountains are high, the waters are far, and the world is vast.

That touch of distant mountain indigo, surrounded by mist, looks particularly far away.

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It's night,

Chu Jing,

King Jin's residence.

In fact, in the past, Mo Liyan never thought he would do such a thing.

But in fact, at the moment when ranbai said to destroy him, or the one who got the dagger, Mo Liyan knew clearly and calmly what he wanted and what he wanted to do.

He will do whatever he wants to achieve.

She can destroy,

But he can also engrave it again.

It's just that he did it himself.

Mo Liyan took the dagger of the day, pulled open his collar and reached the position on the clavicle.

Although he can't see, he can feel it clearly.

At that moment, the outline of the handwriting of that font clearly appeared in his mind.

It was the brand he had rubbed thousands of times, almost engraved in his bones.

And now,

He enjoyed it, painted the ground as a prison, took words as a prison, and did not regret it!

No one will know,

On such a dark and rainy night, his highness King Jin, who was always high, cold, arrogant and conceited, personally recreated the past on his collarbone and engraved the words in a person's name.

A knife, a stroke.

Blood gushed and bones were white.

But he didn't say a word, and every time he raised and lowered his knife, he looked very calm and smooth, and even concealed an imperceptible disease.

Until that word is finished.

White.

His face was as white as snow. His expression was hidden in the dark. It only made people feel extremely dangerous and deep, with a disturbing cold.

Mo Liyan loosened his fingertips without any strength. The dagger fell to the ground, but slowly stroked the word. For a moment, there was a feeling of caution.