Chapter 2999

"Put it on. Even if the princess doesn't like it, don't be unbearable with your body. It's snowing when you come." Mo Liyan looked at ran Bai, "otherwise... I'll send you out."

Ranbai doesn't want to stand in a stalemate with Mo Liyan, so she simply takes it over, "thanks."

Mo Liyan didn't say you're welcome. He didn't like such a dialogue, with a sense of strangeness and distance.

"The princess came on horseback. It's snowy. Pay attention to your safety."

Ran Bai quickly put on his cloak and went out. Without looking back, he waved his hand to Mo Liyan and replied in a distance. He was so lazy that he was also evil to the bone.

King Jin came to the door, put his white fingers against the edge of the door, looked at the only dazzling red figure in the ice and snow, put on his cloak, and drew a gorgeous arc in the wind and snow again and again.

Until he disappeared, he still looked at him. He lost his mind for a while and was stunned for a long time.

Until the seventh day, I found that Mo Liyan had been standing here, falling some snow, and the cold wind roared and hit him.

He only wore a thin and cold black outer dress, stained with broken snow, even his shoulders, hair and eyelashes fell snow, and his body was still slender and straight.

The side face lines are sharp and handsome, and they are even more inhumane and cold in the ice and snow, which can only be looked up to.

"Master." the seventh day looked at it along Mo Liyan's line of sight, but he didn't see anything. The snow was white and couldn't see the end. But the seventh day knew that Mo Liyan was looking at dye white. He was stunned and hurried over: "you're hurt. Don't stand here. Be careful to catch the wind and cold."

Mo Liyan woke up like a dream and came back to God.

He can feel the strength of his heart beating. Only when facing this person can he jump so fresh.

One after another.

"Bang -"

"Bang -"

"Bang -"

Just jumping,

Never stop the heart and uncontrollable frequency.

Chujing Palace Banquet,

On the day when the Palace Banquet was held, it was snowing, and it was still heavy snow. Snowflakes the size of catkins were flying in the air. They were white and soft. They were a kind gift, covering up all the mysteries, calculations and conspiracies in the world.

This is the third time ranbai has stepped into the Chujing palace.

Every time a piansheng is a different identity.

the things are still there , but men are no more the same ones.

It can only be summarized in these four words.

But

Soon, soon.

Everything that remains unchanged, such as the palace, will eventually be subverted.

Blood stained vermilion door, bright yellow glazed tile.

Carved beams and painted buildings, drunk dreams and floating life.

Turned into countless shackles and trapped generations.

The sound of silk and bamboo string music can be heard everywhere, and the scene of drunkenness and extreme luxury can be seen.

In his ear, the eunuch shouted loudly with a sharp voice: "the long Princess of Korea is coming -"

Countless eyes focused on the figure stepping on the moon.

Red clothes, black hair.

Unparalleled pride.

The princess turned a blind eye to the eyes around her. Her eyes were high in the mountains and far away in the water, but they were more precipitous than the ice and snow. Step by step, she was calm and precious, cold and evil.

Mo Qingcang sat in a high position. He was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, but he still couldn't cover up the sinister and violent atmosphere. His face looked abnormally pale. A pair of already no longer smart eyes narrowed slightly and looked cold and mean.

"I've heard the name of the eldest princess for a long time, and now I see it. It really deserves its reputation." he sat on the Dragon chair and opened his mouth. His voice was a little hoarse, with the dragon power of the monarch and the chilly if there was nothing.

Ranbai smiled: "the emperor is serious."

In the seemingly polite but hidden scene, ran Bai sat in his position and looked around intentionally or unintentionally for a week, which was quite careless.

She didn't see Mo Liyan.

The girl general lowered her eyes, took a sip of the wine glass as if nothing had happened, and covered her dark eyes with long eyelashes.

She used some means in Chujing these two days and affected the chess pieces. Mo Liyan should not come.

As for the dialogue two days ago, ranbai didn't care at all.

Although the past grievances have disappeared, they still can not change the fact that they are enemies.

Who knows what Mo Liyan meant by saying those words to her.

"Let Changqing wait. Don't come out without orders." ranbai slightly glanced down and whispered to the dark Wei dressed up by the attendant standing next to her. Her voice was very weak and couldn't hear her emotions.

Dark guard nodded gently and left the hall quietly.

Until the Palace Banquet had begun, the music danced with the figure of the dancer.

Dyed white still didn't wait to see Mo Liyan.

She put down her glass and slowly rubbed the edge of the glass with her fingertips.

That day, she felt Mo Liyan's pulse and found that Mo Liyan was really hurt, and it was not light.

Maybe he was really assassinated... But there's another point.

Ranbai always feels that Mo Liyan's pulse is wrong, but she can't say what it is. It's a faint and strange sense of familiarity.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to observe too much, so she had to stop first.

Just when ranbai was thinking, she suddenly found that the whole palace banquet was in a moment of silence. For example, it was too quiet to push a cup for a smile.

Soon,

The sharp voice of a eunuch sounded in his ear: "Your Highness King Jin, here --"

Just when dyeing White was hopeless,

Mo Liyan came.

The princess glanced in that direction.

King Jin was dressed in black and indifferent.

He was young and tall, with a straight back. Facing the eyes of everyone at the Palace Banquet, he stepped into the hall without delay.

That cold and exquisite face does not contain feelings. It seems to be a God's residence in the light and shadow.

He is like an ancient sword with a cold light that startles mountains and rivers, or an unfathomable abyss. He is deep, indifferent and can only be looked up to.

It is difficult to find the temperament of never being surprised by flattery or disgrace and light clouds.

A low cough broke the silence. It was mo Liyan. He took a step forward, his tone was calm and indifferent, and his voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "because of illness, my son's minister came late, please punish my father."

Just now everyone was stunned by the cold and chilly temperament. Until now, when Mo Liyan opened his mouth, he found that his face was very pale and slightly morbid, but he still couldn't hide his cold and noble spirit.

They remembered the rumors of being assassinated and seriously injured in the capital these two days. They knew from the bottom of their hearts that it was true

Mo Qingcang stared at the long, beautiful, cold and arrogant figure in the center of the hall. Although he hated hatred in his heart, he also knew that Mo Liyan could not be embarrassed at this time. Especially in the past two years, he felt more and more powerless. The whole court did not know when he no longer fully obeyed his command, but the person who manipulated the chess game and planned strategies behind the scenes.

Who is it?

It goes without saying.

Mo Qingcang thought in his heart that he should have killed him directly while Mo Liyan had no power to fight back when he was young!