Chapter 3030

"But I just want this." Mo Liyan pulled down his thin lips slightly and whispered, "didn't you just say that. You can promise me except that."

His tone was very light, like the flowing night water: "you lied to me?"

Dyed white: "

Is she trapped by her own words?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He has always been sober and sober when making every decision.

No regret.

Dyed white asked, "what else do you want?"

"Just stay with me for another seven days."

"... gone?"

"I have everything you can give, but you can't afford what I don't have. After thinking about it, there are only these two conditions." the young Wang's tone was indifferent, restrained the accumulated injury and unspeakable confusion at the bottom of his heart, "can you promise?"

Dye White said yes.

In fact, ranbai has already thought about it. She feels that Mo Liyan may propose a truce between the two countries. After all, fighting again is really disadvantageous to... Bai Guo, who has just experienced a coup and needs to recuperate.

And these two conditions,

No matter which, it was beyond ranbai's expectation.

But she agreed.

Actually

She can ignore anything. Even if Mo Liyan died, she didn't force Mo Liyan, but Mo Liyan was willing.

She never needed it.

Because no emotion can affect her.

As for what Mo Liyan did, she didn't hate or move, either once or now.

Because she once took the initiative to like Mo Liyan, which has nothing to do with Mo Liyan.

Not hating doesn't mean she will continue to like it, so she gave up. In fact, what she hates most is not Mo Liyan, but herself. After having learned a lesson, still do that.

She totally denied such feelings, as if they could never exist.

then,

Get rid of distractions that shouldn't exist and keep calm and rational.

What she calculated was not Mo Liyan, but interests.

If it hadn't been for Mo Liyan's involvement with her interests, she wouldn't want to calculate Mo Liyan. It's very irrelevant.

Now tell her

There are so many things she doesn't know.

She owes him.

So he gave her what he wanted.

Then

Clear.

She never regretted the decision she made. It was her own choice.

Seven days.

Say long or short.

They always get along in a very ordinary atmosphere, just as they were in Yizhou city.

Dyeing white usually does not refuse the request of ink separation.

In the imperial library,

The light is dim.

Two people stood.

The emperor's figure was shrouded in the shadow. He could not see his emotion. He could only hear his calm voice: "this is the only way?"

With a sigh, "yes." the voice said, "if you insist on this, it's not impossible. It's just that your special constitution is difficult to find and life and death are unpredictable. You still need to find more people to try. There's no chance, I think..."

The young king did not speak, and no one knew what he was thinking.

And just then,

The door of the imperial study was pushed open.

Ran Bai didn't expect to see such a picture as soon as she came in. The girl's red clothes were cold and her eyebrows were arbitrary. She picked a dark eyebrow tip and casually looked at the two people in the study, "excuse me, you continue to talk."

"No need." Mo Liyan looked a little sideways. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel ranbai standing at the door of the study. The new emperor walked over, as usual, indifferent and reserved, "there's nothing to talk about."

Chu Qing and stood there. After a long pause, he smiled at ranbai, "then I'll step back first."

When he went out of his study and saw dyed white, the smile in his eyes was ambiguous and complex.

Ranbai didn't ask what they talked about. After all, it had nothing to do with her.

Mo Liyan didn't mention a word, as if it was just a small thing. He suddenly said, "let me play the piano for you."

Look at him.

"Yes."

The young king was in the pavilion, caressing with an ancient Qin and plucking with his hands.

His eyebrows are picturesque and his face is solitary and exquisite. Even if he is covered with White Damask, he can't hide his unique style. His slender and clear fingers fall on the strings, suffused with a cold halo and dense.

The sound of the Guqin is high mountains and flowing water, and the wind is clear and the moon is clear.

It haunts the world and the tip of my heart.

The severity of the disease is slow, and the aftersound is long.

Floating in the vast world, indescribable love.

Ling Ling seven string law.

Ranbai looks at the lonely figure in black clothes and quietly droops her eyes without being surprised.

She knew that Mo Liyan played the piano well and had great attainments. She had heard of it before.

But that time the sound of the piano was more fierce, lurking the killing intention of endless treacherous situation.

And this time

Seven days.

Mo Liyan took her to play the piano.

Take her to make a lantern.

Take her to sword dance.

Take her on the highest wall of the capital and sweep the vastness of heaven and earth.

And took her to do a lot of things.

It often touches the white bottom line but does not cross it.

Have to say,

Mo Liyan is too clever.

The sense of propriety is also very sober.

It's a quiet and deliberate approach, but it won't touch the bottom line.

Today is the seventh day,

Unfortunately,

Fifteen, too.

Mo Liyan was relieved after he stared at ranbai and took medicine with his own eyes.

On the highest wall of the capital,

The weather is slightly cool tonight. The cold wind blows suddenly, and the hair is messy. It seems that the mood is also chaotic.

The vast night sky is like ink, with bright moon and few stars, falling stars all night.

Ran Bai said, "since you can't see, what are you doing in the night sky?"

The young emperor stood on the city wall, his clothes fluttering, and hunting generated wind.

"Aren't you there?" he said calmly in a clear and pleasant voice, "if only you saw it."

His secret... He wants to share it with her.

If she sees it, it means he sees it.

"Do you like it?"

Ranbai stares at the ink and the night sky for two seconds. The stars are reflected in the bottom of her eyes. The desert voice says, "it's OK."

She turned and talked to Mo Liyan about business: "today is the last day of medicine. Your eyes will be better tomorrow."

Mo Liyan nodded slightly, smiled and said, "then go today."

He made a very calm and indifferent order to leave.

When ranbai heard this sentence, he said it indifferently in the face of the wind.

It seems that when to leave, waiting for Mo Liyan's eyes, is a matter of no significance and no need to care for her.

"Gift." Mo Liyan took out two things and handed them to ranbai quietly and solemnly. The young Wang looked particularly rigorous.

Dyed white took a look,

One of them is a square dark box, I don't know what's in it, and the other... Is similar to paperwork and letters.

Feeling that Dao ranbai didn't immediately reach out to pick it up, Mo Liyan smiled gently all his life. He was very strong and could not refuse to put the two directly in the girl's hand. His voice was low and magnetic. With the popularity that flashed and slipped on the summer night sky, he fell together: "take it, after all, it's the last gift."

last.

Dyed white noticed these two words.