Chapter 2941: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (82)

"It doesn't taste good." Ranbai didn't care about the injury on King Jin's body, as if she hadn't seen it. Even though it was stabbed by her own hands, she just answered Mo Liyan's question calmly.

He threw the snow-white Jinpa away lightly and said with a smile, "It's so dirty that it makes me sick."

The tone is very light, every word, but it seems to contain a thousand strengths.

He slammed it into Mo Liyan's ear, and told him in such a wanton tone with a smile.

dirty.

nausea.

Mo Liyan stared at the red-clothed girl without blinking, but she could only see the open smile. Apart from that, she couldn't see anything else.

do not know why.

Mo Liyan sounded extremely harsh.

He himself did not know why he acted so impulsive at that moment.

perhaps,

The reason is very simple, just to give the wine back to Dye Bai.

Just that.

It can only be so.

He sneered, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his thin lips, maybe Mo Liyan didn't notice it himself, and didn't have the slightest bit of disgust in his imagination, word by word: "That really wronged you."

Ranbai really responded, saying yes, and then looked at Mo Liyan in annoyance, took two steps forward, his eyes slid to the dagger three inches above his heart, and in front of the prince, he quickly and ruthlessly Pulled out hard!

Mo Liyan didn't say a word, the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched, and the fingertips flashed cold white, just watching the girl's movements.

"Unfortunately, the dagger can't be used anymore." Ranbai muttered to himself, and kept the dagger beside him, just like the fluttering motion of throwing a jinpa, just the same, equally cool and boring.

It seems that any point of contamination with Mo Liyan can make her disgusted to this point.

And at this moment,

A palace man walked by with a lantern, smelled a bloody smell in the air, and looked in that direction subconsciously.

As a result, when she saw this, she screamed: "Ah!" She was so frightened that Hua Rong paled, and tremblingly said: "Yes, there are assassins!"

The picture that fell in the eyes of the palace man at this moment,

The young prince was blood-stained in his black clothes, indifferent, his expression flickered in the shadows of the trees, and he couldn't see it clearly.

In front of the prince, there was a girl in red. The red one looked like blood, as if blazing flames suddenly rose. The pale and beautiful fingers just threw a dagger, and the blood stained on it could be seen.

In the eyes of the palace people,

This is a bright stabbing picture.

Mo Liyan suddenly turned his eyes to the side, his eyes shot like a sharp blade at the palace servant who retreated in fear, and glanced at the face in front of him without any change. He spoke in a calm voice, containing thousands of unquestionable nobles.

"Not an assassin."

"Go back."

The palace servant's eyes widened. Looking at such a scene, she was ready to wait for a riot in the palace for a while, but she didn't expect to hear Mo Liyan's words, and she was immediately stunned.

Dumbly looked at Mo Liyan, and then at Ranbai.

If it's not an assassin...

How to explain the injury on the prince.

The scene just now was clearly what she saw with her own eyes!

The palace servant was confused, but she knew that this matter was not easy, and she didn't dare to say anything without permission.

"What are you doing for me?" Ranbai leaned back lazily, and whistled lightly at the little palace maid who was far away, with a sinister smile on the corner of Yan Ran's lips, "You're at a loss. "

"Go back with this king." Mo Liyan's eyes stared at Ranbai, and he said each word coldly and stubbornly, as if he had exhausted his life's patience to tell the girl.

"Mo Liyan." Seeing that the palace maid was walking away, and the trembling back could no longer be seen, Dye Bai slowly withdrew her gaze, and there was a cold depression and boredom in her eyes: "Are you bothered? bother?"

Even the tone was impatient.

"I'm not looking for you, so don't bother me in the future."

Ranbai made an exchanged conclusion in a very straight tone, then closed his eyes, and walked out of the gazebo without looking at Mo Liyan.

At that moment,

Mo Liyan subconsciously raised his fingertips,

He always felt like he had to grab something.

But in the end,

The prince's icy fingertips were stiff in mid-air, motionless, and a few inches ahead was the girl's robe slashing through the air, with an arc like a sharp blade.

Mo Liyan watched Ranbai walk past him, and he stood there without any movement or expression.

He didn't know what he was supposed to catch.

The back of the girl in red was particularly conspicuous in the night, and gradually moved away from the line of sight. Until the end, the touch of red could not be caught and completely disappeared from sight.

until this time,

Mo Liyan suddenly felt an unprecedented panic, the kind of panic and panic, as if countless threads were intertwined and intertwined. Uncontrollable, overwhelmed emotions.

Yin Hong's blood slid down the black clothes, Mo Liyan slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the wound on his heart. He could still clearly remember how the girl got in, and remember every detail of every move. .

Mo Liyan later realized the pain.

The pain that began to spread from the mouth of the heart, under a certain intensity, seemed to cover up the fine and long stabbing pain that was difficult to detect in the depths of the heart, as if covered with a layer of cold ice, with the strength of each beating. , The frequency of breathing is like a difficult stinging pain accompanied by the splintered ice ballast.

He was silent for a while, always maintaining a posture and standing there, motionless, like a frozen sculpture.

a long time,

Mo Liyan gave a low sneer from Gu Zi, three points of coldness, three points of irony, and the rest was an inexplicable emotion.

He scribbled his own wound and thought indifferently while dealing with it calmly.

Why didn't I feel it before,

It still hurts.

That guy is really ruthless.

In a few moments, Mo Liyan flashed these few fleeting thoughts in his heart.

There was only one person's pavilion left, which was cold and empty. The cold wind blew rustlingly, the branches and leaves swayed and rustled, and the dim shadows swayed on the ground.

King Jin, who has always been aloof in the eyes of outsiders, suddenly leaned down after being quiet for a long time, half kneeling on the ground with one knee, one hand resting on his knee at will, and the other hand was picked up, which was dyed white just now. The wine glass on the ground is in the palm of your hand to play with.