Chapter 2964: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Five)
just now...
He calculated everything, but never thought that he would fall in love with someone.
He will never stop the blood feud, and he is bound to win the country.
Countless icy and heavy shackles tightly locked his heart, pulling one hair and moving his whole body, causing a tingling sensation that pierced his bones. The deep and long continuous pain, although not fatal, could never be escaped.
He knelt in front of the Nameless Monument for two days and two nights before finally leaving.
when it is time to leave,
Mo Liyan was thinking,
Back then, his mother, braving the merciless rain outside the imperial study room, knelt for three days and three nights, kowtowed with blood on her head, and shouted until she couldn't make a sound, just to ask for a chance for the Lin family. .
The young King Jin stepped on the wind and snow and broke through the frost.
His expression was always arrogant and calm, and he left step by step, but it was like stepping into another world, feeling lonely and desolate for no reason.
On the evening of the winter of 367, the state of Chu Jianyu,
A celebration feast specially prepared for King Jin began. He enjoyed life, was intoxicated with money, sang and danced, and the silk and bamboo orchestras were endless. It was indeed a prosperous world.
This palace road,
Mo Liyan has gone through countless times, winning, losing, hurting, hating, which one is not a life-and-death experience.
And now,
Every step is moving towards the situation he wants. He has returned from victory. He has a prominent reputation in the army, and has conquered countless people's hearts, but in a trance, he feels that it is full of absurdity, and the mountains and rivers are far away.
The icy night wind rolled up the corner of the car curtain, and with a startled glance, I saw a figure in black, just a profile, but it was peerless.
Mo Liyan leaned against the soft couch, coughing lowly from time to time, his Adam's apple was lightly crimson, but his expression was morbidly pale.
On the night of the previous military operation, he was seriously injured twice and contracted the cold, but he managed to survive the siege of the enemy. He developed a high fever overnight, but he had no spare time to recuperate. He made all post-event deployments. Kneeling on the mountain for two nights, the originally drowsy consciousness became more and more uncomfortable.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned on the soft couch, three thousand black hair scattered behind him, intertwined with indifference and laziness, with a soul-stirring sense of noble beauty.
Mo Liyan didn't care about the surrounding scene, just long eyelashes fell down, closed his eyes, and occasionally coughed twice.
The night wind brought a gentle chill, and the heavy snow for many days had stopped, and the air seemed to be filled with the breath of ice and snow.
The majestic palace was overturned in the snow, and the slanting moon was gently closing, showing the beauty of a prosperous world.
The slender and delicate girl, dressed in red, walked past this carriage with no expression on her face, and left straight away, her clothes swaying gently in the air,
The temperament is flamboyant and cold.
There seemed to be a faint scent of roses in the air, which was barely noticeable. It was lightly carried by the monsoon wind, and drifted into the carriage through the open curtain of a corner.
Almost out of an instinctive reaction, Mo Liyan's closed pupils suddenly opened at that moment, then turned his pupils sideways, and opened the curtain with clear fingers and looked out.
But in the end,
Can't catch anything.
As if the palpitating sensation and the cool fragrance just now were just an illusion.
But at that moment, the stinging pain in the heart, how can one ignore it?
"Stop." Mo Liyan suddenly ordered to speak, his voice was calm and hoarse, with a sense of nobility that could not be contested.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, after hearing the voice of the person in the car, he was a little stunned, and then said: "Master, you are going to the main hall soon... You are the protagonist, and you cannot be absent from this banquet today."
"This king will go later." Mo Liyan said lightly, and without the slightest hesitation, he opened the curtain of the car and walked out. The black clothes inlaid with gold and ice were plated with a thin layer of snow-colored moonlight in the night. The more and more he made him look so unreal.
After getting out of the carriage, the cold air from the pavement made King Jin cough lowly. He endured the discomfort and walked in the other direction.
Even if it was an illusion, he wanted to see it.
Is it her.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, he had no choice but to stand by, but he did not understand why Mo Liyan made such a decision.
Mo Liyan walked in the palace for an unknown amount of time. He kept chasing the direction of the carriage. Facing the cold air, the biting coolness invaded his severely injured body, making his originally sickly pale complexion even more bloodless. , looked bleak and lonely.
look around,
The red crepe lanterns are set against the white snow, the bright yellow glazed tiles are covered with snow, the vermilion gate, the high palace wall, the Qionglou Yuyu, the pavilions and pavilions, everything in the palace is extremely luxurious and exquisite.
But he didn't see what he wanted to see.
Is it an illusion?
Mo Liyan was slightly stunned, those eyes that had always been calm and sharp, but at this moment a bit of inexplicable loss, he stood there for a long time, and finally silently clenched the long fingers hanging in the wide cuffs, and turned around. walking back.
and far away,
The girl in red, her pace never stopped, fast and indifferent, and finally jumped into a carriage, her long legs slightly bent, and she waited lazily and wantonly.
in the hall,
As the host of today's celebration feast, Mo Liyan has no intention of paying attention to other things. He sat on his seat, lowered his eyes, and reclined on the chair like that, indifferent and cold, with a charming dignity, as if the surrounding Everything has nothing to do with him.
It's just that the cold and light fragrance still lingers, as if it was integrated into the bones.
The reward orders were promulgated again and again. Mo Qingcang, who was sitting in the highest position, seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were actually full of viciousness.
It's already like this,
Not even dead!
When he sent Mo Liyan, he just wanted to use the hands of South Korea to get rid of this evil species that should not exist, but he did not expect to give Mo Liyan a chance to succeed!
Mo Qingcang was very dissatisfied, but due to the outstanding military exploits in this battle, he was forced to award a reward.
The emperor turned pale, coughed several times, and frowned slightly.
I don't know when his health started to get worse and worse, which made Mo Qingcang feel flustered in the bottom of his heart.
"Congratulations to the third brother." Mo Rongxuan, dressed in Tsing Yi, was gentle and elegant, held a wine glass to Mo Liyan, and smiled.
"This king should congratulate the eighth brother." Mo Liyan's tone was as cold as night water, and he said something without emotion.
During the period of time he was away from Beijing, Mo Rongxuan's movements were the most frequent in the capital.
Contact courtiers and form parties for personal gain.
royal family,
None are simple.
"Where is the third brother?" Mo Rongxuan didn't change his expression, Quan Dang didn't understand Mo Liyan's words, he just smiled lightly.
A celebration feast seemed to end gorgeously under the sword rain of words and repeated tests.
Mo Liyan was the first to leave, leaving the incessant sound of silk and bamboo wind music, and unknowingly he walked into the snow-covered pavilion, and when Dao reacted, he had already stepped in.
for a while,
Mo Liyan stopped, and the lines of his back were stiff and straight.