Chapter 2877: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of Emperors with Little Affection (18)

In the early years, these three princes were young, and every time they left the imperial study, their life and death were unknown, and they were sent back to the mansion behind the scenes.

The young boy was covered in blood with his thin body, and he couldn't tell where the wound was. The whiplash covered the entire back, which was shocking, but the boy was pale and endured the pain without saying a word.

Opened those phoenix eyes that looked like a dead person, black without any impurities, as if it could swallow people, calmly brewing and rolling with monstrous evil.

When he looked at him like that, he was startled.

He has seen many people in this palace, and he has seen many unknown things, but it is the first time he has seen such eyes.

Like a lone wolf who came out of the abyss, lost everything, experienced killing, and slowly stepped into the sunshine, but did not see the slightest warmth.

And in the imperial study,

After Mo Qingcang laughed a few times, he stared at Mo Liyan like a torch, "Then I ask you, what do you think of the dance at the palace banquet today?!"

Mo Liyan calmly gave an eight-character evaluation: "I am astonishing, and I am as graceful as a dragon."

"Okay!" Mo Qingcang clapped his hands abruptly when he heard these words, as if in appreciation, "What a graceful figure, like a flying dragon!"

The moment the words fell, the teacup that had been placed next to the dragon's case was directly smashed by the master without any hesitation at the figure kneeling upright in the center!

Mo Liyan can't avoid, don't let, don't hide.

The white porcelain teacup slammed heavily on the prince's beautiful forehead, and then fell to the ground with a bang. In an instant, it was torn apart, and sharp pieces of porcelain splattered and tumbled everywhere.

There was gurgling red blood slowly flowing down his fair forehead, wiping the sharp and clear profile of his face, with a thrilling beauty.

Mo Liyan was unmoved, and his eyes didn't change a bit, as if the person who was smashed was not him.

"Yo, Prince, why are you here?" The chief eunuch saw Ming Huang's figure walking in this direction, and hurriedly greeted him.

"I came alone to meet the emperor." Mo Yelei put his hands behind his back.

In today's incident, the mother-in-law was innocently angered, and he couldn't get any benefit. He always had to say a few words for the mother-in-law in front of the father and the emperor.

The head of the eunuch felt a headache when he thought about the situation inside, then King Jin was still inside...

As far as the tense atmosphere between the emperor and King Jin, the prince went in, wouldn't that add fuel to the fire?

But he couldn't refuse, he could only hunched over and said bravely, "Prince wait a moment, Rong Nucai will go in and report."

Mo Yelei nodded.

The head eunuch turned around, took two deep breaths, and went in. He walked into the imperial study without daring to take a second look.

Bent over and hunched over, then knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince asks to see you."

His line of sight inevitably hit the broken porcelain cup on the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he knelt next to the young prince with a straight back like a bamboo - King Jin Mo Liyan.

The blood slowly flowing from his fair forehead, and the lines on the side of his face were icy and cold, even though he was used to this scene, he couldn't help but tremble in the bottom of his heart.

Not daring to take another look, he stared straight at the ground.

Mo Qingcang leaned back tiredly, closed his eyes, and after a long time, he said in an old voice, "Let him in."

"Whoo."

The chief eunuch got up, pretended not to see anything, and walked out of the imperial study with a smile on his face, "Prince, the emperor let you in."

Mo Yelei nodded, and strode in.

As soon as I entered, I saw the messy and depressing scenes in the imperial study, and the atmosphere was silent and dead.

Mo Yelei paused for a moment, and swept the prince's straight posture without leaving a trace. Immediately, Mo Yelei also knelt down and respectfully said, "My son pays respects to the emperor."

"Get up." In the end, it was the child of the woman he liked, and Mo Qingcang didn't feel too embarrassed, he raised his hand, "Sit down."

"Thank you, Father Huang." Mo Yelei originally came here to say a few words for the imperial concubine, but now he is a little hesitant in the face of such a calm atmosphere in the study, but it is only a momentary emotion, a little pondering Then, tentatively said: "Father, at today's banquet, it is not intentional for the concubine to offend the father..."

It's okay that Mo Yelei didn't mention that incident. Having said that, Mo Qingcang instantly remembered that dance, and his gloomy eyes swept from Mo Yelei to Mo Liyan.

He didn't speak.

There was no sound in the imperial study.

at last,

Mo Qingcang raised his hand, unable to see his attitude.

"Forget it, you all step back, that's all for today, I'm tired."

When the emperor said this, Mo Yelei opened his mouth and felt unwilling, but seeing the emperor's expression, he didn't say anything at the end, he could only bow his head and say, "The minister retire there."

Mo Qingcang rubbed the wrench on his thumb, nodded, stared at Mo Liyan and said, "As a child of the royal family, you should focus on national affairs and not indulge in silk and bamboo singing and dancing. Day, do you have any objection?"

"My son doesn't dare."

Mo Qingcang didn't speak any more, probably because it was not good for him to have another attack in front of Mo Yelei: "Go on."

Mo Liyan got up unhurriedly. Kneeling for so long did not affect him at all. He was slender and slender, like bamboo: "My son retire."

Mo Yelei watched such a scene, squinted his eyes and walked out of the imperial study with Mo Liyan one after the other, walking on the road from the palace, he was beside Mo Liyan, and he lowered his voice as if nothing had happened, and said: "Three Brother really gave my mother and concubine a good gift."

"It's just calligraphy and painting, if the prince likes it, this king still has it here." Mo Liyan's eyes were placed in the distance of the palace, and he kept his pace.

Mo Yelei looked suspiciously at the person in front of him.

In fact, he was not sure what was going on in this matter, nor did he know the dance, just because Mo Liyan was angered by his father, he had some doubts in his heart, but he could not confirm it.

After all, there are countless people in the harem who want to harm the mother and concubine.

at last,

He didn't see any clues from Mo Liyan's expression, he snorted coldly, "You don't need to worry about third brother, if Gu if you want calligraphy and painting, you can naturally get it." After speaking, he left in the other direction.

Passing through the long palace wall, with golden glazed tiles and thick gray walls on both sides, at a glance, there is no end in sight, and it is shrouded in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, the patrolling guards walked by neatly and solemnly, or the palace maids with lanterns left in a hurry.

At the end, there seems to be a huge murderer dormant in the dark, which can tear people to pieces in an instant.

Such a deep palace, I don't know how many people are sleepy, and how many people have been lured.

Like a gorgeous and huge cage.

Mo Liyan kept walking forward, and the pace was always unhurried, which seemed to contain some kind of indifferent rhythm.