Chapter 2999: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Forty)

Mo Liyan forced himself to calm down and tried his best to control the trembling of his fingertips. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were trembling, and he looked lonely and lonely in the bright white light of the deep winter.

Mo Liyan had the only antidote for Mind Control Gu in his hands, which was originally intended for emergencies.

For the past year, every fifteenth month, he will find a safe and absolutely empty place and endure it alone until dawn before fainting, until he wakes up and appears in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.

The reason for being alone is because once in front of others, the pain of the poison is hard to control.

If Fifteen had something important, he had to take the antidote first. This antidote was a backup.

Originally, Mo Liyan planned to take it himself at this palace banquet. After all, he absolutely couldn't let other people see the difference, but now...

"The seventh day of the first month." King Jin opened his eyes, those deep and sharp eyes like ink dyed are cold and calm, and the voice is also light: "Invite Xie Jinshu, this king must see you. he."

There is no need for hesitation or hesitation in this decision.

Because in front of Mo Liyan, this is an answer with no choice.

He once failed to protect her and hurt her with his own hands.

Now, he can no longer let her get hurt right under his eyes, he doesn't allow it. no way.

Just this banquet...

Even if the two countries meet, it is very important.

and……

He has been thinking a lot for a year, and people who are almost crazy will be there.

But Mo Liyan had to find a reason to shirk it. He lowered his eyes and thought about what excuse he should use to not participate, so as not to lose control of the poison and be seen as a flaw.

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The snow is flying, and the ice is dazzling.

The news was released, and the dyed white who paid close attention to the Han Chu palace banquet soon knew. She frowned slightly: "Mo Liyan won't come to the palace banquet?"

Xie Jinshu gently twisted the porcelain medicine bottle in his hand with his fingertips and sighed, "Yes."

"Assassinated? Severely injured? Comatose?" Ranbai sneered, "This reason... heh."

When she saw Mo Liyan yesterday, she was still intact and everything was as usual.

Who knew such a thing would happen today.

"Mo Liyan must come." Ranbai stood by the window of the inn's room, overlooking the prosperous scene of the capital of Great Chu, his eyes were bottomless, and his tone was cold and indifferent: "This time, he is indispensable. "

"But if Mo Liyan can't come, you can't force him." Xie Jinshu really didn't know why Mo Liyan would be absent from such an important feast of the two countries, which was undoubtedly an unexpected variable to their plan.

If Mo Liyan didn't show up at the banquet,

That game fell apart from the start.

"Does it have to be Mo Liyan? Maybe, you can also change to a prince." Xie Jinshu looked at Dyeing Bai with a half-smiling smile.

Dyeing Bai: "Do you think besides Mo Liyan, who has the courage to resist the decree?"

Xie Jinshu tapped his fingertips slightly, thoughtfully, and did not speak.

I thought about it for a long time,

Can't think of any reason.

She absolutely did not believe the news that Mo Liyan was in danger of being assassinated. Then what was the important thing for Mo Liyan to not come to the banquet at all costs.

This time's plan... Mo Liyan couldn't possibly know.

"Forget it." Ranbai couldn't think of it, so he simply began to think about how to get Mo Liyan to attend the banquet: "No matter what, send the invitation to Prince Jin's mansion first, and be sure to invite him to the palace banquet."

"I'm going to visit him at Prince Jin's mansion." She mainly wanted to see what happened to Mo Liyan. Ranbai didn't expect Mo Liyan to go to the banquet with just one invitation and one visit. She had to consider other aspects. , such as through pressure from the royal family.

But before that,

Dyeing white needs to confirm the situation of Mo Liyan.

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In the palace of King Jin,

"Master...it's an invitation." On the seventh day of the seventh day, holding the delicate bronzing invitation, he felt a little hot in his hand, as if he was holding some hot potato, and handed it to Mo Liyan.

The news released is half-truth, but it is also the most practical.

Assassinations are fake, injuries are real.

Everything was arranged by himself, and Mo Liyan hurt himself. Only in this way can the banquet be completely avoided.

Mo Liyan is a person who wants to act in a cold and stern manner, not only for others but also for himself.

His strike is not only not light, but can even be called very heavy.

Because of the injury, King Jin's face was very pale, as if all his blood had been taken away, but his temperament was elegant and noble. He leaned on the soft couch in the bedroom, coughed a few times, and said impatiently and indifferently: "Throw it away. ."

Seventh day: "..."

I really didn't dare to throw it on the seventh day of the first lunar month. If he really threw it, the master would probably throw him into the sea to feed the fish, "...Yes, it's from Princess Dahan."

Mo Liyan's movements stopped for a moment, and then he directly stretched out his hand. Those long and slender fingers looked sickly pale in the sunlight, and the dark blue blood vessels were clearly visible, "To this king."

The seventh day was simply unbearable.

Master, do you want to change your attitude so quickly?

On the seventh day of the first month, he handed the invitation card to Mo Liyan.

The bronzing invitation card was very delicate. Mo Liyan lowered his eyes and stared at the invitation card. He didn't look away for a long time. He rubbed his cold fingertips with no temperature several times, and he was even reluctant to open it.

It was the first time that person had sent him an invitation.

No matter what the reason, at least at this moment, Mo Liyan is full of joy.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, he had already retired very wisely, and just stood guard outside. After all, Prince Jin's mansion had already declared that there would be no guests behind closed doors, and that no one could see the master.

Mo Liyan was the only one in the bedroom.

He is very strict and solemn as if he is holding some peerless treasure, staring at him without blinking, his thin lips are slightly curved, very light, like a deep pool with shallow water lines. Shallow, is the real pleasure.

It's hard to see the mood swings in such an abyss-like King Jin.

Probably how happy this moment was, and later... Mo Liyan was so frustrated.

If he knew that it was just a game from the beginning of this invitation, then he would rather keep an invitation that would never be opened. At least, there is still a lifetime of hope that never despair.

But after all, he was a god who fell into the altar, fell into the world, moved the heart that should not be moved, and fell in love with a person. Since then, he has fallen into the abyss of eternal death.

Mo Liyan couldn't predict what would happen in the future, he just did what he should do at the moment.

Open that invitation.

King Jin's movements were gentle and delicate, and he looked at the contents of the invitation very seriously.

It was written by Yanbai in his own hand.

He knows the handwriting that is dyed white, and he has painted it thousands of times in the past year and still doesn't get tired of it.

Every word symbolizes the elegant and sharp-edged character, and every stroke is absolutely arrogant.

Mo Liyan read word by word until he fell silent at the end.