Chapter 2886: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (Twenty-Seven)

The young prince leaned against the sandalwood chair and did not raise his eyes until he had finished reviewing the last document. He calmly glanced at the current picture. His eyes were surprisingly pale, and they clearly did not contain any emotion, but they made people feel unreasonable. A sharp chill rises.

"Heh." He uttered a very short and very pleasant syllable, casually left the brush on the table, and said slowly: "On the seventh day of the first month, you go out."

Chu Qi glanced at it and backed out without saying a word.

Mo Liyan and Ranbai were left in the study at the moment.

The young prince was still leaning back against the chair, with a sense of indifference. At this moment, he supported his lower jaw with one hand, raised his deep eyes, and looked at the dyed white from top to bottom, as if he was looking at a cold corpse like gaze.

He looked up slightly at the girl standing there straight, but his temperament was as indifferent and noble as ever, giving people a sense of condescension.

Dianbai met his gaze and smoothed the snow-white sleeve with one hand.

The two looked at each other.

After a while,

Mo Liyan seemed to let out a low laugh, a little casual, more indifferent, and didn't take everything in front of him seriously at all, like being scratched on the paw by a pet picked up by the roadside, irrelevant: "No. One day, you will have a long temper."

When he said this, he was smiling, but there was no warmth in the depths of his eyes, instead it was calm and chilling.

The dyed white face is expressionless: "I don't dare to do it."

"Don't dare to be?" Mo Liyan repeated three words, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly sneered, "If you don't dare to be, can you be here now?"

"Who gave you the courage to trespass into the study area." Mo Liyan asked her, and the tail tone was lightly picked, seven points cold, three points as dangerous as an abyss: "Huh?"

"King Jin doesn't see me, so he always thinks of some way to use some means." Ranbai was not afraid at all, but replied in a low voice.

Mo Liyan sneered coldly, and seemed to have a little interest: "Then what are you going to do with this king?"

The girl's eyes waved indifferently, she stepped forward directly, and placed the rose cake that she bought from the store and didn't move at all on the table in the study.

Looking at the things on the table, Mo Liyan frowned slightly and said indifferently, "What is this?"

"I asked for it myself, but King Jin forgot it so quickly?" Ranbai leaned on the table sideways, speaking without any rules.

Oh.

Mo Liyan remembered.

It's the rose cake casually mentioned for Zhikai Dyeing Bai.

He blinked his eyes slowly, feeling a little funny, but also a little disbelieving, raised his eyebrows wickedly, and asked her ponderingly: "You are looking for this king, just for this?"

Ranbai asked, "Otherwise?"

Mo Liyan was quiet for a while,

He suddenly straightened up, got up from the front of the seat, slowly and gracefully detoured to the other side of the table, and finally stood in front of the girl, using the light and shadow of the lamp, his eyes turned around from the dyed white body, thoughtful.

Mo Liyan suddenly couldn't understand the dyed white.

He casually flipped through the documents on the corner of the table, and suddenly made an unexpected move. The young prince supported the table with one hand, and pressed his long and slender fingers on the table. The pure black table lined against the table. The complexion is fair, intertwined with a cold sense of abstinence.

In that position, Mo Liyan leaned over directly, trapped the girl in front of the desk, got close, and the clean and pleasant fragrance lingered around him, giving him a sense of bewitchment.

Powerful and aggressive.

He stared at Dianbai carefully, as if he was thinking about what it was. After two or three seconds, he said with a half-smiling smile: "This king has always felt that you are very smart."

Ranbai leaned back against the desk, as if vaguely aware of something, his eyes were light and cold, he didn't say a word, didn't spit out anything, just looked at Mo Liyan very plainly, and asked lightly, "Then Woolen cloth?"

Mo Liyan seemed a little puzzled, and glanced coldly and annoyed at the rose cake that was put next to him. The sweetness in the air made him a little unhappy, but the cedar fragrance on the person in front of him was unpleasant. But it smelled good, which eased his impatience slightly.

The man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes were a bit too long, his slender and beautiful fingers were raised, and the fingertips lightly brushed the girl's cheeks, as if rubbing against a fine porcelain exhibit, without emotion, with a warm voice. Wei Liang: "When did you do such a stupid thing?"

madness.

In Mo Liyan's view,

The act of dyeing white is just to give a rose cake, it can only be called these two words, there is no way to describe it in other words.

and,

Meaningless.

Mo Liyan also seemed a little impatient, and with no interest in withdrawing his hand, he withdrew calmly and indifferently, and sat back on the red sandalwood chair again, with a low voice: "Don't say this. You trespassed in the study, How do you count?"

It seems,

Mo Liyan didn't mean to let it go.

Ranbai has always been calm, and she feels that she is calm enough. After waiting outside the study for a day, she kicked the door of the study again, and now she has stood up calmly, and can still maintain a rational voice to ask Mo Li. Derive.

"What does King Jin want to calculate?"

Mo Liyan seemed to ponder for a while, thinking seriously about how to punish dyed white, but he didn't come up with any good idea, those narrow and sharp eyes were neither warm nor light, and finally said thinly: "I owe it."

Mo Liyan looked at her and didn't care about the rose cake that was placed there. His eyes slipped from the pale and delicate facial features of the girl to the snow coat, and he looked at it without concealing his aggression, with a kind of cold indifference.

Finally, she looked back, her thin lips were lightly opened, and her voice could not hear any emotion: "Who have you met today?"

"I saw a lot of people along the way, which one do you say?"

Mo Liyan nodded his fingertips, somewhat casually indifferent, "Yes."

He didn't say anything about Wei Pingsheng, didn't mention a word, looked at the girl standing there, his eyes were deep exploration, as if he was weighing something, as if he was looking at the value of a cold object, no temperature, no Accumulate feelings.

In the end, the thin lips evoked a dangerous and rambunctious arc: "It seems that you are good at it."

"King Jin won an award, it's just normal."

"This king doesn't feel that those tortures will not abolish your martial arts." Mo Liyan said in a low voice, "Since you can still be like this now, it represents your strength in itself."

The original master's martial arts were indeed abolished,

Now it's just a means to whiten yourself.

But she wasn't going to say it.

"I've got the rose cake for you." The girl tapped on the table. "If King Jin has nothing else to do and I brought the things, I'll go first."

Even if he didn't say anything, Mo Liyan would issue an expulsion order.

There was only Mo Liyan left in the study.

He flipped through the dossier as usual, looking intently, as if he was looking for something, and took out one book after another from the bookshelf.