C130

In this world, there was a strange flower. When it bloomed, it was like a flame, igniting your entire body, making you want to touch it and feel its beauty. When it falls, it will take away the only light, leaving behind a desolate and desolate darkness.

And you do not know, you once gave it a little bit of warmth will let it melt little by little, and then forget oneself is a flower snow, willingly for you to turn into a pool of clear water, to bury oneself.

Luo Shang was just like that. Even if her body was badly injured, she only wanted to be gentle with him.

Since her heart ached, why did she still go and hurt her?

Do you not love, or do you not dare to love.

Was it because he still loved Bai Yuee, or was it because he didn't dare to face it in order to protect his regrets for the deceased?

Every time you turn your back on your own heart, is it just because her eyes look a little similar to Bai Yuee's? If it's really like that, why do you have to mind if she's willing to bear your child …

Leng Yuxin's words echoed in his ears over and over again, causing his heart to become even more agitated.

The bright moonlight shined on the floor, shining down on the empty silver bottles on the floor. The floating luster gradually faded, the whole street was dark, the owner of the liquor store stood in front of the counter on the second floor, counting the accounts, occasionally he raised his head and glanced at the room, leaving only one troublesome guest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Another restless sound was heard.

"Bring the wine, I said bring the wine!" The man drank until he was drunk, his long and beautiful eyes had a hint of dizziness.

The waiter who was wiping the table looked at his boss and nodded. He walked to the man's side and greeted respectfully with a smile, "Sir, our shop is closing soon. You have already drank a lot today, so I'm afraid you're drunk, or …"

"What did you say?" Are you saying … Who's drunk? " His voice was hoarse and his words weren't even clear, but it still made people feel a chill down their spines.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, but he was scared into retreating by the fierce look in his eyes.

The man slapped the table with both hands as he stood up. The faint light illuminated his delicate figure. It was simply perfect. With a hint of coldness, he staggered towards the waiter.

The waiter turned around and was about to run away when he caught the belt at his waist and effortlessly threw him to the ground. Leng Shaoyu half knelt down, his big hand grabbing onto the waiter's collar, and he threw a fist back.

"You dare to say I'm drunk …" He angrily continued to hit it a few times.

His punches turned the waiter's face green. He begged for mercy and hurriedly came down from the second floor, ordering a few waiters to chase the man out. This time, he angered those who were already drunk to begin with.

He picked up the people on the floor with one leg and sent them flying in the direction of the waiters. The waiter innocently fell on the bodies of two of them, covering his waist with his hands as he cried loudly. The room was in chaos.

The shop owner's hands were trembling as he looked at the white fragments on the ground with a pale face. It was white silver. He quickly kneeled down and begged for mercy.

Leng Shaoyu fought to his heart's content, he practically vented all of his anger on these people's wine jars. Finally, he got tired and stopped.

The small inn was also turned upside down, and the shop owner could only watch as the man staggered out of the door. He almost fell down on the doorstep and wanted to curse him, but the man suddenly backed away, causing the shop owner and the waiter to quickly lower their heads, not daring to let him find out.

He sneakily glanced at the door and saw that the man was kicking the stairs hard. He only left after he was done venting.

The shop owner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath. Looking at the mess on the floor, he really wanted to cry.

He shook his head and sighed. The moment he turned around, he saw a cold face. His face was the same as that man's, except the difference was that there was a long sword on his waist. He thought that Ye Mo came to rob him late at night, so he quickly kneeled down. "Young master, please spare me, please spare me. With the way things are at this store, there really is no money left to pay."

Mo Yun looked at the house, the roof had not been lifted, which meant that the Duke had shown mercy. He took some gold out of his pocket and said, "This will be your compensation." Finished speaking, he walked out of the tavern.

What kind of logic was this? Was there even a need for someone to leave gold for no reason? The shop owner held the gold in his hands. He thought he was dreaming and went up to take a bite, causing his teeth to ache. This gold could buy him the entire store. He had even earned quite a bit from this.

Thinking about this, he grinned with his teeth bared. No wonder that old fogey guy asked for a drink this morning and said that he was lucky to meet a lucky guy today. It seemed like that old fogey really had some skills.

"What are you guys looking at? Why aren't you guys tidying up this place? Look at how envious all of you are. Can you all be a bit more promising?" He turned around with a greedy look on his face and excitedly walked up the stairs with the gold in his hands.

The red lantern illuminated the street. Leng Shaoyu walked unsteadily, and a few commoners passed by, but most of them did not recognize him. Maybe it was because it was too dark and he could not see clearly, but they all left in a hurry.

The woman who walked out of the clothing shop had just walked down the steps and coincidentally met the man's profile. That instant of beauty was deeply engraved in her heart.

"Young miss, young miss!" The maidservant behind her saw that she was stunned and quickly called out to her.

"Hazel, go back to the manor first. Remember not to be discovered. If the old master were to ask, just say that I am already asleep. " She pushed the maidservant away and immediately chased after the man.

The maid anxiously called out twice and could only helplessly do as she was told.

She followed the man, and just as he was about to fall, she hurried to help him up.

The man slowly raised his head and glanced at her. His eyes didn't linger for long. With an emotionless voice, he asked, "Who are you?"

He was still as handsome as before, even though it wasn't as elegant as the last time they saw him, they still couldn't bear to part with him. How could his eyes be so good-looking?

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten himself. But it didn't matter, as she had a way to make him remember. She paused for a moment, then said: "Little girl, Situ Jingyu, it's Han …"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man had already thrown off her hand and walked forward. He had only taken a few steps when he fell down.

His decisiveness made Situ Jingyu a little sad, but she liked his attitude. She walked forward, placed his hand on her shoulder and helped him up.

A cold breeze came from behind her as a sharp sword was placed between her neck and her waist. It was only a few strands, but the sword aura was thin and cold. It cut off a few strands of her hair that were hanging down.

Situ Jingyu slowly shifted her body, avoiding the tip of the sword, when she saw that face of Murin, she felt that she had met him somewhere before. At his father's birthday banquet a few months ago, it was this Master who had delivered the congratulatory gift to him in place of Prince Jin, his father had even praised him saying that he was young and yet had such great abilities, it must be that she was Prince Jin's personal bodyguard, Mo Yun.

"You must be Lord Mo Mo Yun, right? I am a princess of Han King's palace and I am drunk. I only want to help him return to his manor and have no ill intentions." Situ Jingyu was very polite when she spoke.

Mo Yun kept his sword and lowered his head slightly. This lowly one is rude. I don't know if you're a princess or not, but I have offended you in many ways. "

"Don't say that. You're just worried about your prince. Since you've come, I'm relieved." She smiled elegantly. Her demeanor and demeanor were quite outstanding. As she spoke, she slowly moved her hand that was supporting the man away.

It was already deep into the night, and the Han King Palace was quite a distance away. If a weak girl like her were to travel, she would probably feel uneasy.

If you do not mind, I will temporarily stay in the Prince Jin Palace. Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to escort you back. Mo Yun is a good person, I hope that princess does not blame him. "

"Lord Mo's words are too kind. Since it's like this, I'll have to trouble you." Situ Jingyu nodded.