Chapter 2952: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (Ninety-Three)

Mo Liyan stared at Ranbai, opened his thin lips lightly, and told Ranbai word by word: "This king is leaving Beijing."

Ranbai didn't pay attention to what Mo Liyan said to her, just raised his eyes slightly and used a very cold and indifferent tone.

"let go."

Only two words were uttered.

Words that border on command.

Mo Liyan met the dyed white eyes, the atmosphere was silent, and there was only the sound of the cold wind whistling hunting, the atmosphere stalemate for two or three seconds, and the depressing condensation filled the air.

at last,

Mo Liyan still let go of the hand that clasped the girl's wrist, hanging down by his side, hiding in the icy sleeves, and clenching it tightly.

Ranbai opened his mouth coldly and lightly: "So what?"

This is a message from the courtroom.

Of course, Ranbai knew that Mo Liyan would go out in person as the head coach, but what does this have to do with her?

There is no need for Mo Liyan to tell her this.

King Jin paused for a while, and then spit out a straight line: "Tomorrow morning is three quarters."

Ranbai raised her eyebrows, only feeling that Mo Liyan was looking for something to do, she changed her posture and leaned on the side, looking at the young prince with all her time, listening to what Mo Liyan could say next, the corners of her lips twitched. Ironic smile.

The girl's indifferent attitude and sneering smirk made Mo Liyan's inexplicable eyes scald, and he subconsciously staggered, adding: "It's time for this king to leave the capital."

"What is King Jin trying to say?" Ranbai got impatient and threw out a sentence.

Mo Liyan's eyes didn't blink, he stood in the snow-covered world, his face was so lonely and handsome, like a fairy, his thin lips were lightly colored and bewitched. It was probably the first time someone said this. The tone is slightly stiff and indifferent, and the tone is as cold as an order: "You come to see this king."

The atmosphere was dead silent, and no one spoke.

After a while of silence,

Ranbai glanced at King Jin's indifferent and noble expression, and suddenly let out a low laugh. The laughter was shattered a little by the north wind, but the irony it contained did not diminish.

"Who are you disgusting here?"

The light and fluttering words slammed into the bottom of my heart with the force of the wind and snow, like a steel needle stuck in the heart without any precautions, tearing open the wound, and pouring cold wind into it. , even the beating of the heart stagnated for a moment.

His Royal Highness King Jin, who has always been high above the ground, faced such words at this moment, apart from the indescribable pain, he did not feel any anger at all.

Mo Liyan slightly trembled his crow blue long eyelashes,

A fluttering snowflake melted on the tip of his eyelashes, and at the moment of trembling, the crystal water rolled into the bottom of his eyes, with the cold meaning of ice and snow, and the light in his eyes swayed for a moment, like a harbinger before breaking.

He was fascinated by the wind and snow that roared in the sky and the cool snow flakes, and his vision was slightly blurred, but his eyes were still locked on the dyed white body, and his expression was still a kind of calm indifference.

"Is this king making you sick?"

Ranbai didn't care about Mo Liyan's reaction at all, just snorted, with obvious disgust and impatience.

she says.

"Yes."

Just one word, without any hesitation, fell into the air with a loud voice.

"King Jin should understand how much I don't like you." Ranbai hooked the corner of his lower lip in a light smile.

Mo Liyan was silent for a moment, and said flatly: "You once chose Jin Wangfu, you took mind control without asking, you said that you would never betray this king, and you also used to be there because of the rose cake. Waiting outside the study..."

In fact, Mo Liyan wanted to say a lot. For example, she once said that he liked it, and she even bought him a rabbit lamp and so on.

When he said this, Mo Liyan never thought that so many things happened between them, it turned out that every thing was clearly engraved in his mind, and even every detail was never forgotten.

The sharp and arguing sound of weapons suddenly sounded, and the cold light shattered and flashed in his eyes, sharply piercing the air, and carrying a substantial murderous intent to the position of Mo Liyan's heart.

The white snow that was flying all over the sky was chopped off, leaving a vast and chaotic piece of white.

The girl in red, in full swing, exists like an abyss.

And at this moment,

She restrained the last wisp of smile on her lips, her expression was icy and cruel, holding a long sword in her slender hand, pressing directly to the position of King Jin's heart, it was an undisguised killing intent.

Before Mo Liyan finished speaking, he paused. He was always elegant and noble, and his gestures belonged to the royal family. At this moment, he glanced at the long sword that was touching his heart, and the tip of the sword stabbed in without hesitation. Because of the force, the blood smeared out.

The dark red blood dripped on the clear white snow, and spread instantly, like a sinuous rose symbolizing death and gorgeousness.

This is her unscrupulous hurt him.

The two of them stood in the white snow and the cold wind, holding each other, and the atmosphere was almost deathly depressing.

Mo Liyan stared at the girl's peach eyes, which contained three thousand coldness, and could not discern the slightest emotion. In fact, she had never shown any emotion before. Her emotional expression had always been very restrained, so restrained that it was easy to detect it. arrive.

He ignored the approaching long sword and did not stop it.

Just asked in a calm and elegant tone.

"If you don't like it, why do you do this?"

Ranbai always maintained the movement of holding the sword, motionless, she clenched the hilt so hard that her knuckles were tense and painful, her fingertips were pale and cold, and she looked at Mo Liyan so indifferently.

"Wrong." She said word by word, the strength of holding the sword increased, and the stab was a step deeper, every word seemed to be brushed by the sharp edge of the knife, dangerous and decisive, "That's not like, it's I'm stupid."

Mo Liyan's figure was slightly stiff.

An uncontrollable gloomy emotion rolled in the bottom of the dyed white eyes, as if destroying the world. His eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and he sneered: "To you, this kind of cheap and cheap feeling is too ridiculous."

She easily denied all her past feelings, all love, all paranoia.

As if it could have never existed, never appeared, never been so unbearable, and never made her so disgusting.

She chooses, no matter whether it is joy or sorrow, she does not regret it.

But that doesn't mean she can accept it.

……no.

Mo Liyan wanted to say this, but he seemed to have no position to say it.

Because he was the one who denied it.

Some words are like a double-edged sword.

While drenching others with blood, it also brought piercing pain to himself.