Chapter 2899: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (Forty)

She knew that Mo Yelei was good to her, plus Mo Yelei was the prince, if he was willing to marry her as his concubine, then she would be the queen of Da Chu!

This kind of knowledge made her a little excited, and her heart was beating non-stop.

But Mo Yelei's face turned gloomy.

He thought about a lot of things, but he didn't expect Ling Bai to ask him that!

Mo Yelei couldn't give an answer to Wei Yinyu's expectant gaze.

Because of Wei Pingsheng, making Wei Yinyu like him, marrying him is naturally the best way, and it can also win Wei Pingsheng.

But it is absolutely impossible to be the Concubine!

In the final analysis, Wei Yinyu has nothing behind him except Wei Pingsheng, and he has no prominent family background, which means that he cannot give him any help. The person he will marry in the future must be a noble girl in Kyoto, how could it be Wei Yinyu?

But if you say that, Wei Yinyu is fundamentally arrogant and arrogant. Now that she doesn't completely like him, she will definitely not accept it.

No matter what kind of words it was, it was of no use to him.

How did he know that Ling Bai would ask such a question!

Wei Yinyu is not stupid. When she saw Mo Yelei hesitate, her heart slowly cooled down, a little unbelievable.

"This question...how ridiculous." Mo Yelei's face was not very good-looking, and he reluctantly found an excuse: "How can you take the decision of a girl's family's marriage?"

"If the prince likes it, why not marry with the concubine Zheng's dowry?" Ranbai got the situation he wanted, and his tone was cold: "It seems that I think too much, so the prince doesn't think so."

Mo Yelei was stuck in his heart in one breath, opened his mouth, but couldn't think of any way to say it, his face was as black as a pot of charcoal.

And Mo Liyan looked at this scene indifferently and tapped with his fingertips.

It's just a problem, enough to use Wei Yinyu's psychology and Mo Yelei's thoughts to separate the two.

Wei Yinyu is Wei Pingsheng's younger sister. If Wei Yinyu really firmly supports Mo Yelei together, it will be a bit troublesome because of how much Wei Pingsheng attaches importance to Wei Yinyu.

This question is a good one.

Gee.

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After leaving the Colosseum,

The two people separated.

However, Mo Liyan did not intend to return to Prince Jin's mansion, but rather seriously watched the Duan Midnight scene in the capital of Great Chu, and then turned back when he came to the end.

"What do you want?" He looked at the prosperity ahead, his voice cut through the lights and the night, and through the wind, he asked her.

Dye Bai replied, "No."

Mo Liyan snorted softly,

The arc of the eyebrows raised reveals a three-point coldness, and the cold pool-like Ling Lie vaguely revealed impatience: "This king only asks this time, are you sure?"

he asks,

It's just that the questions asked by Dyebai's use of Mo Yelei's terms are completely beneficial to him.

But he didn't have the patience or the interest to say anything more.

Ranbai suddenly stopped and looked very serious: "Do you count?"

--what do you want?

- Do you count?

Does she want him?

Mo Liyan paused for a rare moment, and carefully considered the question. He didn't go any further. He stood alone at the dividing point between light and darkness. Half of his face was shrouded in dark shadows, and he couldn't see his expression. The shadow cast on the ground is dark and slanting.

"It doesn't count."

No room for answers.

He stepped on the edge of the darkness, his figure was outlined as tall and slender, like bamboo like pine, and in front of him were thousands of lights, prosperous and brilliant, paving the long streets, which was very different from the dead darkness. Noisy fireworks.

And all this seems to have nothing to do with him, he is standing in the place of light and darkness, like standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss.

The long eyelashes half covered the deep eyes, the pair of Ling Zhandan phoenix eyes did not smudge the slightest warmth, and no light could brighten the pair of deep eyes, looking down at the girl's eyes a little cool, like falling snow, Even cold: "Don't be delusional."

Ranbai really thought about it carefully, but he couldn't figure out what else he wanted. His tone was colder than before, very light: "Then forget it."

Mo Liyan didn't say another word, the curve of his jaw was stern and cold, and his expression became lighter. He walked in a place where the lights were dim, and his back was arrogant.

The moon is like a hook, hanging diagonally across the sky. The sky seemed to have light, hazy and blurred.

In the most mighty and boundless river in the capital of Great Chu.

The painting boat roams the river, drifting down the river, without asking where it goes.

The night is sultry, the river is deep and unfathomable, and the waves are ethereal, like a blue and faint streamer flowing, flickering, fluttering, and talking.

The shadowy scenes on both sides of the strait are spread out arbitrarily with the quiet river water, and the willows are slightly drooping and swaying with the night wind.

A crescent moon is reflected in the center of the river, sparkling beautifully.

The quiet painting boat is far away from the hustle and bustle, and it floats quietly on the river to enjoy the rich colors of the night.

And the man in dark clothes and solitary was in the painting boat, and the pair of Ling Zhaidan phoenix eyes that seemed to pretend to be a vast sky reflected such a scene that slowly unfolded like a picture scroll.

He knelt down in front of the red sandalwood violin frame, with elegant black clothes, a jade crown with hair, and a handsome face.

before,

An Ran placed an exquisite paulownia guqin.

Guqin is Fuxi style, made of paulownia wood. The length of the piano body is three feet, six inches and five minutes. The arched surface represents the sky, and the flat bottom represents the earth. There are 13 signs in total.

Due to the long-term vibration of playing the piano, broken plum blossom patterns have been formed, highlighting the extraordinary and rare treasures.

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, half covering his deep, glistening eyes, his slender knuckles, perfectly art-like fingers plucked the strings of the guqin, making a rhythm.

His cold fingertips slid down slowly, gently brushing the strings on the guqin all the way, carelessly rubbing the edges and corners of the landscape carved by the guqin.

immediately,

It is elegant to the extreme, elegant and indifferent, and a sound of notes pours out from the fingertips, and the fingertips open up a cold halo on the strings, which is the cold white of the moonlight.

Ranbai stood outside the painting boat, with his hands on the dark railings, and looked at the night scene on the river, where there was a reflection of a crescent moon in the center of the river.

The night wind in early summer is blowing on the face, carrying the light fragrance of peach blossoms, the girl's sleeves are fluttering, and a piece of jade-like night is faintly revealed. icy.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the guqin coming from the painting boat,

The sound of the qin is melodious and melodious, and it has the meaning of high mountains and flowing water. Sometimes it is gentle like a snowy mountain and clear spring, sometimes it is fast like a waterfall, sometimes it turns softly like a whisper, and sometimes it is sharp like a sharp edge.

The master who plays the piano perfectly switches between the long indifference and the sinister murderous rhythm in the rhythm of high and low.