Chapter 2978: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Nineteen)

He was clearly in the warmth of the sun, but from King Jin's back, he didn't feel the slightest warmth.

He turned his back to Yaobai's light alone, and no one could see that his original calm and indifferent appearance was torn open in the dead silence, and he laughed silently.

Chu Qi stayed outside the whole time, and did not dare to leave or go in. After seeing Chu Qingyu coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward. Before he spoke, Chu Qingyu already knew what Chu Qi wanted to ask.

"I will try my best, the eyes of the adults must not be in trouble." Chu Qingyu tried his best to calm down his emotions, and said to the seventh day in a calm tone: "The adults don't want to see people now, you better not go in."

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, he looked at Chu Qingyu with great respect for the first time, and solemnly said, "Mr. Chu, please."

"This is what I should have." Chu Qingyu finally looked back at the closed bedroom, took a deep breath, and strode away.

When I entered the palace on the seventh day of the first lunar month, it was already night, the windows were still half open, and the cold wind of the winter night poured in so unscrupulously, dazzling the man's hair, and it was a hazy feeling of coldness.

Mo Liyan was still on the soft couch, as if he hadn't made any movement all day, very much like a sculpture, very quiet, and even in the bedroom there was a suppressed silence without any sound.

"Master." The seventh day called out softly, his expression was complicated, and he was holding the sword very hard. He was the master's secret guard, and his life was saved by the master. He had no concept of what kind of power, he only cared about it. That person, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, stepped forward, and said, "If Miss Lingbai knew that you were hurt for her, Master, she might have softened her heart."

Mo Liyan finally had a reaction when he heard such a sentence. His slender fingers supported his beautiful forehead, and his long eyelashes covered those dark, gray, unfocused eyes, as if they were annihilated in the darkness, and his thin lips slowly spread out. With a sarcastic arc, his voice was hoarse and light.

"Then?" He seemed to laugh softly, an indescribable sarcasm: "Use these eyes to beg her for a trace of mercy, a trace of sympathy, a trace of charity?"

His pride, his conceit, his determination, and death would not allow him to do so.

Mo Liyan turned his eyes to the side, as if he was looking out of the window, but no matter where he looked, his line of sight was boundless darkness, as if he was sinking into the abyss of eternal doom, unable to extricate himself.

He said: "Because she is the king who will do whatever she wants, willingly. All the consequences are borne by the king and have nothing to do with her."

On the seventh day, his heart trembled fiercely. He knew how arrogant and arrogant the master was. Letting him do that would be even more impossible than his death. On the seventh day, he bowed his head: "My subordinate is wrong."

Mo Liyan didn't care, and didn't say anything about this topic, "Retreat, no one will come in again."

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, there was no further stop, and he went out silently.

And Mo Liyan was immersed in the boundless darkness,

He closed his eyes and silently listened to the rustling wind outside the window.

On such a cold winter snowy night, the sound of Ling Lie wind engulfed the cold white moonlight.

A man who prided himself on being cold-hearted and doing everything in his power, finally became emotional and lost his heart. Since then, it has always sank into the abyss of darkness and inexorable redemption.

He calculated everything, but he couldn't calculate her.

That sincerity was cut open in the cold winter night, in the piercing snow, so cold that it was trembling and shattering.

After two days,

The new snow stopped, covered with layers of white and soft snowflakes, which fell on the eaves, on the trees, and on the road. The whole world was a clean snow color, covered in silver, and silver light circulated.

The morning sun rises from the east, and the light is white and warm, shining on every corner of the world, gently closing on the ice and snow, reflecting the crystal clear light.

Under the eaves of the corridor, there is a long icicle, immersed in the sun, and the white water droplets fall from the tip of the icicle, dripping on the bluestone slab, smearing the hazy sky blue like mist and rain.

"Master, Young Master Xie is here, I have to see you, and I'm outside right now." Chu Qi frowned and reluctantly reported that he had blocked him several times, but he couldn't.

The figure by the window is slender and lonely, like a fairy or a devil.

Those eyes were covered with white silk because they couldn't see the light, and the snow-like color covered the beautiful and sharp eyes of the phoenix. Under the bridge of the tall nose were thin lips that were light-colored and bewitched, and a jaw line was curved. It is cold and white, with a hazy beauty of sparseness and coldness, but it has a little more indescribable fairy spirit, elegant and noble.

The three thousand black hair was scattered behind him like a waterfall, only a black ribbon was used to tie the back line straight.

"No." Mo Liyan leaned on the soft couch lightly, and didn't take the seventh day's words to heart at all, it was just an obvious meaning.

The seventh day of the first lunar month nodded, and just wanted to go out, but the people waiting outside actually broke in directly!

"Master Xie, Master Xie..."

"You can't come in."

"Young Master Xie, please go out!"

There was a small interception sound not far away, and on the seventh day of the seventh day, he was about to go out to the fence.

Mo Liyan was silent for two seconds, and then said casually, "Forget it, let him in."

Xie Jinshu insisted on his opinion that something must have happened. Even if he didn't see him now, Xie Jinshu would try to come in. He didn't have the heart to fight Xie Jinshu right now, so he might as well let Xie Jinshu come in. Maybe...it had something to do with that person.

Mo Liyan thought in the bottom of his heart, and ordered another sentence: "On the ninth day, you should step back first."

On the ninth day of the first day, he sat in front of the desk, his whole body tense and stiff. There were a lot of official documents piled up in front of him.

Now Mo Liyan can't see things, so it's not convenient for him to critique official affairs, but he has no intention of wasting time like this. From the first night after he wakes up, he insists on asking Chu Jiu to give him the information on official affairs, sentence by sentence. Read it out, then tell the solution, and let the ninth day write it instead of yourself.

He is really a born emperor, thoughtful and thoughtful, but in the end... he couldn't escape a single word of love.

These official affairs are piled up like a mountain, and it is not easy to deal with, but Mo Liyan doesn't mind, and even pushes all the time on official affairs, busy from morning to night, as if this way, he doesn't need to think about other things, I won't think of the night when Blizzard was annihilated in the dark, and I won't think of the person who once appeared in my mind, and it was painful to the bone.