Chapter 2942: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (Eighty-Three)

The man was dressed in black and brocade clothes, with cloud patterns inlaid with gold, and three thousand black hair scattered behind him, tied up by a gilded jade crown.

At this moment, the pure black robe is loosely hanging down, lightly touching the wine glass with quiet and beautiful workmanship and a cold touch.

Mo Liyan stared at it for two seconds, then turned a few circles of afterimages on his fingertips, and then made a behavior that he thought was absurd later on.

King Jin calmly and silently took the jinpa he carried with him, and carefully wiped the wine glass again. A small piece of fine shadow fell from the long eyelashes under his eyes, covering the look in his eyes. Serious and focused, as if what he is wiping is not an ordinary wine glass, but a rare treasure.

Mo Liyan didn't relax until it was confirmed that it was wiped clean and there was no dust on it.

He leaned alone on the chair in the pavilion, with one long straight leg stretched there at will, while the other leg was slightly bent, his solitary back gently pressed against the cold vermilion column, and through the cold night water Moonlight, obsessed with the wine cup on the stone table, filled himself with a glass of wine with the glass that he had just wiped.

Then he touched the thin lips, took a sip, and after a while of silence, for some reason, the spirits suddenly poured into his throat, and he drank it all in one go!

The drinking action was hurried and fast, and a few drops of wine slipped down the arc of his slender and white jaw, rolled on the undulating line of the bewitched Adam's apple, and finally fell on the collarbone by accident. The location of the imprint.

However, Mo Liyan didn't care about it, and he was quite in a state of not being drunk or returning. He poured himself a glass of wine and poured himself a life-threatening drink!

The scorching wine poured straight into the throat, like a thin sharp blade slicing through, and every time it was swallowed, it seemed to be mixed with blood into the abdomen, and the throat was burning with burning pain, as if it had been cut by a knife.

at last,

King Jin held the position of his heart tightly, and coughed violently several times. .

Mo Liyan was stunned, holding an empty glass in one hand, his face suddenly became cold, he couldn't explain his behavior, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Is he crazy?

I can only drink alone under the moon, trying to cover up all the emotions that I am overwhelmed and like a flood.

The banquet continues,

No one paid attention to His Royal Highness King Jin who emptied the wine to the moon in the small pavilion, and no one would care.

"Where have you been?" Xie Jinshu asked in a low voice when he saw Ranbai coming back.

Dianbai returned to his seat and sat down, and said plainly that he didn't go anywhere.

Xie Jinshu snorted and said that he knew, and did not ask any more, but looked at the empty space that originally belonged to Mo Liyan with an inexplicable expression. Finally, he lowered his eyes, and his thin lips always held an elegant and indifferent smile.

Since the last palace banquet ended,

Several days have passed, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

And in the compartment of a tea house on Chang'an Street.

Only two people.

"Recently, the soldiers at the border have been non-stop, and there have been frequent enemy attacks, and there have been many frictions with the South Korean border soldiers."

The clear voice sounded in the box, gentle and compassionate, very nice.

Looking at the owner of the voice, he was dressed in azure clothes, with a jade crown and hair, and he was well-dressed, showing a bit of extravagance between his gestures.

It is the current prince of Chu Jing, Mo Rongxuan.

The person who was leaning on the opposite side didn't make a sound, just casually holding the teacup, twirling his fingertips on it, listening to Mo Rongxuan talking.

Mo Rongxuan didn't care, and continued to say warmly: "In the early morning court, there have been many disputes over this matter. The court is divided into two factions of ministers, each with their own opinions."

"Some people think that South Korea should not be allowed to continue to be presumptuous, and should raise troops to attack, maintain the inviolable majesty of Chu, and also show other countries that Chu Jing's military strength is strong. But some people think that peace and happiness are the right way, and now the world is dawning and the people are rich and peaceful. , why bother with the chaos of war, not to mention that it will be the end of the year in a few months, and they don't like fighting at this time."

"Miss Ling, what do you think it should be?"

Ranbai supported his fair forehead with one hand, and played with the teacup with the other hand. In a quiet atmosphere for a while, he opened his mouth, indifferently, with no emotion: "This battle will be fought."

Mo Rongxuan smiled slowly, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Miss Ling Bai is right, and this king also thinks so. Now the father and emperor seem to be wandering on both sides, but yesterday, this king heard that There are adults in the court who insist on arranging troops to fight, and the father emperor spent some time spying in the imperial study."

"Then who do you think is more suitable for this battle?"

Ranbai leaned back a little, closed his eyes, and a shadow of a person flashed in his mind, constantly flashing by, and finally forming a huge picture.

The girl in red closed her eyes and whispered:

"Mo Yelei."

Mo Rongxuan was astonished: "Prince? Why is it him? The prince personally leads the troops to fight. This battle is not a trivial matter."

Ranbai opened her eyes, those cold and deep eyes like a cold pool were bottomless, she slowly straightened up, met Mo Rongxuan's eyes, and said word by word: "It must be him."

Mo Rongxuan was silent for a moment, then teased: "Lord Ling, it seems that you have come up with some tricky idea again?"

Ranbai smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows were all wanton, and there was a sense of nobility full of evil spirits.

Said three words to Mo Rongxuan.

Mo Rongxuan almost shook his hand and threw the teacup he had just picked up on the ground. The atmosphere in the box fell into silence for a while. It took a long time for Mo Rongxuan to break the atmosphere and said inexplicably, "Lord Ling's thoughts. ...to make this king admire very much."

"But it's no small matter."

Ranbai stood up, walked to the window of the box, and looked down at the prosperous scenery outside the teahouse. The light of Bai Qian outlined the beautiful and sharp profile of the girl, and was plated with light golden awns.

"I said yes, that's for sure."

Aloof and confident.

Determined tone.

"Let the eyeliner of your staff beside the prince find a way to remind Mo Yelei."

Mo Rongxuan's eyelids jumped.

He didn't tell Ling Bai that Mo Yelei had people around him.

Mo Rongxuan looked deeply at the girl standing against the light, and thought again, but if it was Ling Bai, then it goes without saying that he would guess...

He really saw the wrong person.

Ling Bai is not simple at all.

The next sentence of Yanbai completely stopped Mo Rongxuan from moving.

"Wei Pingsheng is from Prince Jin's mansion."

Mo Rongxuan frowned, looking at the dyed white.

And Dianbai seemed to say a very ordinary little thing, and there was no change in his expression and tone.

Mo Rongxuan was about to open his lips, and finally asked word by word, "Wei Pingsheng...isn't he from the Crown Prince?"