Chapter 2939: Step by Step Jinghong: Since Ancient Times, the Family of Emperors with Little Affection (80)

When the protagonist of tonight's palace banquet appeared and all kinds of blessings were sent, the banquet began.

Ranbai is really not interested in these, rather than wasting time in the palace banquet, she would rather go to appreciate the moonlight alone.

"Where are you going?" Xie Jinshu asked in a low voice when he saw the girl get up.

Dyeing white flicked the sleeves of his shirt, and said that he would just stroll around.

"Don't you need me to accompany you?"

"It's not the first time I've come to the palace, I can't get lost." After Ranbai finished speaking, he walked out without looking back.

yes,

It's not her first time.

The last time has been so far away, but it seems like a very long time has passed, so far away, things are different.

At that time, she still came with Mo Liyan.

but now,

see you again,

already the enemy.

Dianbai picked a pavilion and sat down. This pavilion was covered by the shade of weeping willows, and it was hazy cool and quiet.

She sat there alone, poured herself a glass of wine, and shook it slowly in her hands.

I don't know if it was because of Cao Cao Cao Cao's arrival, it was such a damn coincidence, she looked at the slender and straight figure in the distance and walked straight towards this direction.

When she thought of him before, why didn't he come?

Ranbai thought with a half-smile in the bottom of his heart, there was no emotional fluctuation, he lowered his eyes and retracted his gaze, and did not intend to leave the pavilion.

Why should she give the position she took first to others?

Mo Liyan really stepped into the night, walked into the pavilion with a blank face, and finally stopped in front of the girl in red, as if carrying the breath of the stars and the moon, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the moonlight filtered through. The gaps in the branches were mottled and staggered on the handsome and sharp profile of the young prince, and a long and beautiful shadow fell in front of the dyed white.

Ranbai was indifferent, playing with the wine glass on his own, without even lifting his eyes, showing no interest in the person in front of him, and lazily watching the falling oblique shadow stretched out in the moonlight Shaking.

Mo Liyan didn't speak, just stood with his hands behind his back, looked down at Dianbai without saying a word, and stared at the girl, completely locking his sight, like a sculpture of ice and snow in the dark night, and because of the innate superiority of the superior person. The noble and stern revealed a silent sense of oppression.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a while.

Mo Liyan knew exactly what his purpose was, and even before he came, he repeatedly thought about what he was going to say.

But at this moment, looking at the red-clothed girl that I have never seen before, a strange and dark emotion suddenly rises uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart. .

a long time,

It was Mo Liyan who broke the dead silence.

But the words and tone that he said, really wanted Ranbai to pour the wine in his hand directly on the prince's face.

"Ling Bai."

Mo Liyan called her name very calmly, and he was born with a sense of dignity, almost cold and impersonal, conveying his meaning in an orderly tone.

"Go back with this king."

Without any emotion or inquiries, I just came to tell Ranbai directly, like a pure notification and a pure command.

There is no need to ask girls for any thoughts and opinions.

Mo Liyan seemed to chuckle when he heard Ranbai, and even the peach blossom eyes were smudged with a specious smile.

He didn't know why Ranbai smiled.

But soon, he heard Ranbai say in a cold and light tone.

"It's ridiculous."

Ranbai stared at the exquisite wine cups in his hands, and then raised his eyes inch by inch, his gaze swept past the straight and lonesome person in front of him like a serpentine blade.

The young prince's hair is tied in a jade crown, and he wears a black brocade suit. The neckline and sleeves are inlaid with pale golden flowing cloud patterns, which are very beautiful and delicate lines.

As first seen,

Indifference, noble and unfathomable.

Dianbai looked at Mo Liyan leisurely, his gaze was not emotional, as if he was looking at an object, neither hesitant nor slow, neither light nor heavy.

Seeing that Mo Liyan didn't speak, Ranbai asked with a chuckle again.

"Isn't it funny?"

"King Jin let me go away a few days ago, and now let me come back." Ran Bai looked at him, his eyes were surprisingly pale, like the snow falling in the cold night, bitingly cold: "King Jin takes me as a What, let me guess... an item you want if you want and don't want it? The kind that comes and goes when you call it?"

This time,

Mo Liyan understood.

His expression remained the same, but the depths of his eyes were dazzling, and for a moment he wanted to say no, but he seemed unable to refute it.

In the end, I could only tell Dye Bai coldly.

"You are from Prince Jin's mansion, one day, all day long."

"Heh, it seems that King Jin doesn't remember what I once said." The dyed white fingertips ran across the edge of the wine cup, the red clothes were like blood, and in the moon-cool night, he was presumptuous and indifferent: "Why, you let me go back. , to extort a confession by torture?"

Mo Liyan remembered what he had said to the girl before, after being silent for a while, he looked away under the eyes that became more and more like a smile, only to hear him say in a calm and indifferent tone: "If you talk to me, When this king goes back, this king can let go of the past.”

Past, past, no, blame.

Ranbai silently chewed the word, suddenly put down the wine cup in his hand, got up, and then approached the direction of the young King Jin step by step.

"Really?" She stood in front of Mo Liyan, the arc on her lips raised and ridiculed, with a sense of arrogance and provocation: "Aloof like King Jin, are you willing to accept my brand?"

this topic,

It's like a bomb between two people, once it's raised, there's nothing good about it.

"Ling Bai, this king's patience is limited." He uttered word by word, every word was very forceful, and pushed the girl in red to the side, his breath was vaguely gloomy, but he tried his best to control it, his eyes locked on the girl With straight eyebrows, he said straightly: "Tell this king how to destroy it, and this king will let you rest in peace in Jin Wang's mansion from now on."

This is the biggest concession that Mo Liyan can make.

He doesn't kill her anymore, nor does he take revenge on her.

As long as the brand is destroyed, then all the things in the past, Mo Liyan, can be dismissed as if nothing happened.

As for why this is so...

Mo Liyan couldn't understand, and didn't want to think deeply.

Ranbai responded to Mo Liyan's question with a very serious and serious attitude, and her words were clear: "No, possible, possible." Her cold fingertips slid across the neckline of the young prince's black shirt, not allowing any chance refused, then withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

"Ling Bai!" He called her name in a deep voice, the corners of his eyes and brows showed a sullen look, rolling and shaking an unknown storm, reaching out to grab the girl's slender wrist and pulling the person back forcefully.