Chapter 2894: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (Thirty-Five)

Suddenly he felt,

If King Jin died along with the Lin family's incident that shocked the entire capital, it might not have been a fortunate thing.

Life is better than death.

By the time Mo Liyan came out of the palace, it was already noon.

The bright white and strong sunlight shone on people's bodies unscrupulously, as if they were roasted alive in a raging fire. Every inch of light swept across the body like a sharp blade, leaving blood dripping wounds.

Mo Liyan walked out of the palace step by step. He stretched out his hand impatiently to block the dazzling light, but some light still slipped in through his fingers and then fell into his eyes, leaving indistinguishable colors. The light left a deep imprint in it, and then it was torn, drowned, and swallowed by the darkness.

He touched his forehead, the temperature was extremely hot, hot and hot, as if he was touching a flame, and his body was sometimes cold as cold as winter and sometimes hot as flames collided together, it was unbearable hot water.

Mo Liyan couldn't tell whether it was the result of the sunlight being too hot or the spread of toxicity.

One after another ghost image flashed before my eyes, my vision could not be focused, and my brain was as dizzy as falling into the night. I could only rely on familiar memories and strong consciousness to slowly walk out of this seemingly endless palace road, like A luxurious cage paved with blood and bones.

"Sir!" Chu Qingyu had been waiting outside the palace. He heard Ruo Lian say that his master might be injured, and hearing Wei Xinglie's words, he felt bad in his heart and waited uneasy outside the palace.

At this moment, I finally saw the figure I was looking forward to in the torment, and I smelled the familiar smell of blood. My face changed dramatically, and I rushed forward.

"The wound is on the left shoulder. The hidden weapon is poisonous." Mo Liyan spit out these words in a low voice and calm.

"Sir, get on the carriage first!"

Chu Qingyu had prepared supplies for healing in the carriage early in the morning. He took a deep breath and helped the prince check the wound.

After an hour,

King Jin's Mansion,

In the main bedroom,

Facing the depressing and condensing atmosphere in the air, Chu Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack up his belongings, and said with relief: "This poison is quite special, but now most of it has been solved, and there is still a little residual toxicity. It needs to be removed slowly in the next time, and the wound has been bandaged."

Chu Qi clenched his sword, "Thank you."

When Chu Qingyu heard such a sentence, he waved his hand and felt a little amused: "I was originally from the master, and it is my responsibility to treat the adult's injury, but—"

"What's going on here?" Chu Qingyu's cynical smile gradually disappeared, leaving only a serious look, staring at Mo Liyan and asking.

The young prince changed into loose black clothes,

He was dressed loosely, and the lines of his collarbone were looming. At this moment, he was leaning there calmly. Against his temperament, he seemed a little more lazy and noble.

He closed his eyes and rested, his long eyelashes cast fine shadows, and his profile was clean and clear. Because of the injury, his complexion was a little morbidly pale, his breathing was light and light, and his beauty was still very confusing, but it was a little more. It is rare to see the gentleness and elegance in him.

Seeing that Mo Liyan was ignoring him, Chu Qingyu gritted his teeth and wanted to ask, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him: "Your Excellency Wei Xinglie has already told me about this mission, according to Your Excellency's scheming. And the means, if it were in the past, there would never have been any mistakes!"

"I was accidentally attacked by an assassin, and I disobeyed the secret order and escorted me back to the palace without permission." Chu Qingyu sullenly frowned, frowning, "How could such a mistake happen to you, my lord? Do you know what you are doing?"

After talking for so long, Chu Qingyu found that the person on the soft couch did not respond at all, and his heart became even more annoyed: "Sir, did you hear me?!"

In the expression of Chu Qing and anger, Mo Liyan finally gave a light hum, his expression did not change, and he was very indifferent.

Chu Qingyu: "..."

He was even more angry.

"Sir, who or what are you because of?" It can make Mo Liyan ignore the overall situation.

The young prince lifted his eyes, his slender eyelashes were raised slightly, and the light gold tips were dyed with a little sunlight. His pupils were beautiful and deep, as deep and unpredictable as a frozen pool. He glanced at Chu Qing and Chu Qing. With a glance, he opened his mouth, and said in the most plain tone without any emotion: "No."

Chu Qing was speechless.

"Then why are you, my lord!"

Hearing this question, Mo Liyan squinted his long and narrow Danfeng eyes slightly, tapped twice with his fair fingertips, his eyes were cold and bewitching, and a dangerous light sank in his eyes: "This king also wants to know why."

Because Ling Bai was distracted.

Because the antidote to Lingbai delayed the overall situation.

He also wanted to know,

Why exactly?

What is there in that man worth doing.

This was something Mo Liyan couldn't figure out.

In the end he could only conclude that,

This is a gadget he picked up from the roadside on a whim, and it is also a pet he is temporarily interested in. If he really died because of Mind Control Gu, he might feel a pity.

But in Chu Qingyu's ears, this is what Mo Liyan doesn't want to talk about at all, he sighed, and he knew that he couldn't force it, so he could only pack up, "I don't care what the lord is, but please stay here. Before everything settles down, in this Chujing where everything is turbulent, please focus on the overall situation."

Mo Liyan smiled lightly, and said casually, "This king knows." After speaking, he said, "You go down."

Chu Qingyu nodded and walked out.

All the people in the dormitory had been sent back by Mo Liyan. He leaned on the soft couch alone for a while, then stood up with one hand supporting his body, and walked slowly to the window.

He was wearing a black shirt, loose and confusing, with a little more lazy and noble elegance, but those eyes were indescribably sharp, as if pouring out a thousand miles of chill.

There will be no next time.

One mistake and lesson is enough.

Mo Liyan told herself in the bottom of her heart.

In a blink of an eye,

The Dragon Boat Festival has come.

The night in Dachu Kyoto is even more prosperous because of the festival.

The whole of Kyoto was shrouded in darkness, and it was still brightly lit up and splendid and prosperous.

The atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival is strong, the hawkers are shouting one after another, there are all kinds of melons, fruits and fish, and the shelves are filled with rows of fresh vegetables and fruits.

The smiling people happily took the fish and meat they just bought, and led their children to look around on the streets of the festival.

The dragon boat race on the river is in full swing, and the five dragon boats are flying like dragons playing in the water.

The oars-wielding warriors raced against the clock to move forward.

The fragrance of zongye leaves is full of joy.

The young women wearing Luo skirts lingered in front of the Dragon Boat Festival ornaments.