Chapter 2876: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of Emperors with Little Affection (17)

"Do you want to send me out?" Ranbai asked suddenly, his voice cut through the night, and he couldn't hear his emotions, and it was stained with a third of the obscurity in the middle of the night.

Mo Liyan walked in front, heard such a sentence without warning, slightly raised his delicate dark eyebrows, and said casually: "Why do you say this?"

Dyeing white sees Mo Liyan's reaction,

just know,

He must not have taken it to heart.

Mo Liyan thought about it for a while, and probably knew that Ranbai was talking about his previous conversation with the prince. The prince laughed softly, and Danfeng's eyes raised a sinister arc, and he casually replied, "Yes."

"Do you mind?" As he said, he looked at her with sharp eyes that seemed to be able to hit the depths of a person's soul.

Ranbai calmed down and lowered his eyes rationally: "What qualifications do I have to mind?"

Mo Liyan was satisfied, "The girl really has self-knowledge."

He sighed softly and didn't care, his voice was as sweet as broken jade knocking on ice, but it was also extraordinarily cold-blooded: "You were the one who came from him, if you really send you back..."

He chuckled: "It's also a return to the original owner."

thing.

She is in his eyes,

Just a disembodied object.

very realistic,

isn't it?

Ranbai looked away, smiled lightly, and agreed: "Yes."

"But he didn't want it." Mo Liyan slightly bent his lips, not interested in this matter, and didn't want to talk about it. He looked away and looked at the glorious scenery in the palace, and the blooming flowers, gently In the early summer night.

"Does it look good?"

Mo Liyan asked, the night wind blew his black hair tied up by the jade crown and the sleeves of the silver thread black clouds. In the hazy moonlight, he had a three-pointed talent's graceful bearing, but it was a little less consistent. of coldness.

this problem.

Double entendre.

Dyeing Bai was sure that Mo Liyan did this absolutely. It was a big deal to give such a gift at someone's birthday banquet.

Facing the night wind, she raised her cold white and slender fingers and pressed down the tumbling snow-colored sleeves slightly. She said calmly, "If you like it."

Mo Liyan was noncommittal.

As he passed by the mirror-like palace and beside the sparkling lake, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have some questions that he didn't ask the person beside him. He thought for a while: "What's your name?"

Ruo Lian walking behind: "..."

she:? ! !

After all this time, master, you don't even know the girl's name? ? ?

Dye Bai thought about it,

Only then did he speak: "Ling Bai."

Although he was far away from the palace, the faint, ethereal sound of the guqin seemed to be still lingering around the beam for three days.

The young prince's deep and cold eyes swept across the clean mirror-like lake and the towering ancient trees that grew densely around it. Finally, he slightly hooked his thin lips and spoke in a loose tone:

"Ling Ling seven strings, Wan Mucheng's shadowy Ling?"

Dye Bai hummed.

"Not bad." Xu was in a good mood tonight, Mo Liyan gave such a two-word evaluation, the tone was clear and pleasant, and it was smashed into the night wind.

Ruo Lian quietly looked at the figure walking in front,

This is not the way out of the palace.

I am afraid……

When such a thing happened at the palace banquet, it was not so easy for the master to leave the palace.

After only a short while, a person who was slightly bent over from a distance hurried over and bowed respectfully in front of Mo Liyan, his voice was soft and shrill, and it was an eunuch: "Yo, King Jin, The emperor has summoned you to go to the imperial study and take a trip with the slave family?"

Still here.

He had expected such a result for a long time, and Mo Liyan had nothing to be surprised about. He commanded in a cool tone: "You guys come out of the palace and wait for me."

Ruo Lian bowed her head, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, the young prince ignored anyone present, and walked straight to the direction of the imperial study of the palace. The cold wind blew his face, his sleeves fluttered, and the wind was blowing.

The minions who were still standing hurriedly followed.

"Miss, let's go." Ruo Lian smiled softly.

Ranbai watched Mo Liyan leave the back, coldly withdrew his gaze, and walked in the direction of leaving the palace.

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imperial study,

The light is dim, and the incense is incense.

When Mo Liyan entered, he didn't look around, his stern and delicate face did not contain any emotion, he simply and neatly knelt on the cold obsidian floor of the imperial study, "My son pays respects to the royal father."

The middle-aged emperor sat alone on the chair behind the dragon's case. The not-young face suddenly disappeared in the candlelight, and the aura was a little gloomy. After hearing the sound, he didn't go to see that one. Zhang seems to be the face of an old friend, quietly flipping through the memorial, as if there is no second person in the imperial study.

Mo Qingcang didn't speak.

Mo Liyan has been kneeling there. His back is straight and slender, and his three thousand black hair is scattered behind him. Against his fair complexion, he has a cold and evil feeling, and he can't see the deep eyes under his long eyelashes. Through it, it seemed like the fog was covering the cold river, staring directly at the picture in front of him, calmly.

I don't know how long has passed,

Mo Qingcang put down the memorial with some tiredness. It was as if he noticed Mo Liyan, he slowly raised his head, looked at the young and handsome face, and there was a deep disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.

"Yan'er is here." He seemed to let out a long sigh: "I just reviewed the memorial, I didn't pay attention to the time for a while, I didn't know you were here, and I asked you to kneel, Yaner wouldn't blame the father and emperor, right? ?"

Mo Liyan's face was expressionless, and his tone did not change in any way, as if condensed with a substantive coldness like a glacier and snow: "I dare not."

dare not,

No it won't.

Mo Qingcang froze for a moment. He looked coldly at the man kneeling in the middle of the imperial study. It seemed that he could still see through the cold and cool expression of the young prince now that he was as ruthless as a lone wolf cub when he was young. The shadow of his body seemed to be covered in blood, and only the eyes that were the same as now were filled with deep hatred.

When the memories overlapped with reality, Mo Qingcang looked at the pair of narrow and sharp phoenix eyes secretly. His hatred had long since disappeared.

"Then keep kneeling." Suddenly, an uncontrollable sense of tyranny rose from the bottom of his heart, and he threw down the memorial in his hand. The atmosphere fell into silence again. Mo Qingcang seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly his head Without looking up, he asked, "After so many years, do you still hate me?"

"My son is frightened."

When he said this, Mo Liyan's expression still did not fluctuate, and there was no sign of panic.

"Don't dare, fear... Hahahahaha!"

There were only Mo Liyan and Mo Qingcang in the imperial study room, and the rest of the palace maids and eunuchs had already been dismissed.

The chief eunuch who was guarding outside the imperial study room heard the loud laughter coming from inside, and his back was almost wet with cold sweat.

he knew,

There is absolutely nothing good for King Jin and the emperor to stay together.