Chapter 2934: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (Seventy-Five)

She had never recognized Jin Wangfu.

The reason why she stayed here in the past was only because of one person, but suddenly at a certain moment, she realized that the person she had always wanted was no longer wanted.

so,

She won't waste time and energy staying in the Jin Palace to do some worthless and boring things.

"You just want to leave?" Mo Liyan suddenly withdrew his long sword, approaching Dianbai step by step, "Why, in Prince Jin's mansion, did you still wronged you?"

"No." It was her own decision to stay here, so she had to bear all the consequences. After dyeing white for a while, she slowly said, "It's annoying if you just continue to stay here."

Her tone was straightforward and she told Mo Liyan so directly.

It's annoying.

Mo Liyan's figure froze slightly, staring at Ranbai, and asked coldly, "Is the Jin palace making you sick or this king making you sick?"

Ranbai met that kind of gaze, and he didn't feel anything in his heart, so he answered easily and smiled: "The same."

"Get out! Get this prince out of Jin Wangfu now, and don't appear in front of this prince again!"

Mo Liyan's long sword turned, icy and irritated, his tone was cold and cruel, like an icy rain rushing towards his face, smashing in front of him, and there was no warmth at all.

Ranbai explained the facts calmly: "I always thought that King Jin and I had nothing to see."

Such a sentence responded to Mo Liyan's gloomy and cold eyes. He let out a low snort, mocking and sarcastic. He casually placed the long sword in his hand on the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound. It is very obvious in such a night.

"I hope you don't beg to see this king in the future."

Mo Liyan knew better than anyone what was going on with this person's body.

After leaving King Jin's mansion,

She can't live.

"King Jin's wish, I can do what I want." Ranbai slightly curved the corners of his lips, but the smile was always unobtrusive, and the back line was arrogant and straight.

In front of Mo Liyan, she

Without any hesitation or pause, he walked step by step towards the gate of Prince Jin's mansion.

The atmosphere was deadly and depressing, like a white blade in the air, slicing on the skin like Ling Chi.

Xie Jinshu was silent for two seconds, then turned to frown and looked at the two people who were still fighting on the other side, and said softly: "Xie Jiu, go."

"Master, just let them leave?" Qingfeng asked in a low voice when he appeared behind the prince.

"Do you think she can live without Prince Jin's mansion?" Mo Liyan didn't care about Xie Jinshu's question.

His eyes locked in the direction where the girl left, as if he was looking at someone through the darkness. His grip was so ruthless that even his fingertips turned white, but his tone was very calm.

Qingfeng was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

a long time,

The young prince only withdrew his gaze, and there was still a cold and sullen look in the depths of his eyes. He said to Qingfeng, "Let Chu Qing and come to Jin's palace."

After the command, Mo Liyan returned to the main pavilion with a light expression.

There was no light in the bedroom, not a single lamp, the light in the room was dim, only the faint moonlight leaked in from the window.

Mo Liyan closed the door as usual, propped on the table next to him with one hand, his fingertips pressed a pale color with force, half of his side face was shrouded in darkness and it was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry, and the moonlight jumped into his eyes. Deep and shallow dazzling light and shadow are left behind.

The bedroom is very quiet, it is quiet without any sound.

After a while of silence,

Mo Liyan spit out a mouthful of blood, coughed violently several times, the dark red blood snaked down the corner of his lips, and a large and shocking swathe of blood appeared on the cold obsidian floor!

The young King Jin closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his left hand was still firmly pressed on the table to support his figure, and finally he knelt down on one knee and half on the ground, gasping for two low breaths, something that no one could ever see. Embarrassed, but that temperament is still noble, and there is an extreme cold danger in the bright and disappearing moonlight.

Mo Liyan coughed up blood, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were already emotionless, as if the person who just vomited blood was not him.

The severe pain that almost shattered the internal organs was slightly lighter, Mo Liyan slowly straightened up, leaned against the wall next to him with a cold and indifferent expression, and uncontrollably remembered the guy who said to leave.

he knows,

He should have killed her.

To let her go like this is equivalent to leaving behind a calamity.

But he actually...

Can't go.

He frowned, the corners of his eyes and brows showed a sense of sarcasm, the white and cold fingertips wiped the blood overflowing from the thin lips, and the tip of the tongue pressed against the upper jaw.

In the end, he pushed open the door of the bedroom impatiently, and gave an order to the seventh day who was guarding outside.

"Go and investigate where Ling Bai has gone, follow her in the dark, and report all her news to this king."

Seventh day: ? ? ?

Mo Liyan finished speaking coldly, pursed her thin lips again, and added arrogantly: "The news of her every moment cannot be leaked. Besides, she is not allowed to find out."

Seventh day: ? ? ?

Master, didn't you say before that people would never come to see you? Why do people still need to know everything about them now that they are gone?

Although the heart of the seventh day did not understand, but the seventh day did not dare to ask, and could only bite the bullet and respond.

Just then Chu Qingyu also came over, he nodded slightly: "Sir." Then he asked: "Is there something wrong?"

Mo Liyan walked into the bedroom without saying a word.

Chu Qingyu also knew that some words were inconvenient to say outside, so he followed Mo Liyan in directly, thinking in his heart what happened that night.

"Let me show this king how to treat it." Mo Liyan sat down beside the soft couch, casually resting his hands on the table next to him, the black-patterned sleeves loosely faded to the white wrist bones , revealing a beautiful and delicate wrist.

Chu Qing froze for a moment, but he could still smell the residual blood in the air. Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he hurriedly stepped forward.

Before he came, he thought about many things, but the only thing he didn't think was that Mo Liyan had a problem himself.

To be precise,

With this person's strength, Chu Qingyu almost didn't believe how Mo Liyan could be injured.

Chu Qingyu put away the messy emotions in her heart, put the medicine box aside, and put her fingertips on the man's pulse.

After a while, Chu Qing and silently withdrew the hand that diagnosed the pulse, and said slowly in a quiet and dead atmosphere: "Change your hand, I'll take another look."

Mo Liyan didn't say anything, just casually put his other hand on the table.

Chu Qingyu put his fingertips on without saying a word.

Mo Yue is a stick of incense in the past.

Chu Qingyu has been silent, not saying a word, or not knowing how to say it.

He almost forcibly restrained the confusion, confusion and disbelief in his heart. Looking at the tall, elegant figure leaning on the soft couch, he saw that the young prince's expression did not change, and there was no emotion between his eyebrows. Calm as always.