Chapter 302: Stunning Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Forty-Three)

"Put it on. Even if the princess doesn't like it, don't be too hard on your own body. Snow fell on your body when you came." Mo Liyan looked at Yanbai, "Otherwise... I'll send you out."

Ranbai didn't want to stalemate with Mo Liyan, so he simply took it over, "Thank you."

Mo Liyan didn't say you were welcome, he didn't like this kind of dialogue, with a sense of estrangement and distance.

"The princess came on horseback. The wind and snow are heavy, so be careful."

Ranbai quickly put on the cape, walked out, waved his hand at Mo Liyan without looking back, and responded with a sound of laziness and evil spirit.

King Jin walked to the door, and pressed his fair fingers against the edge of the door, looking at the only dazzling red figure in the ice and snow, wearing his cloak, drawing brilliant arcs in the wind and snow again and again.

He continued to watch until he disappeared, he lost his mind for a while, and was stunned for a long time without realizing it.

It wasn't until the seventh day of the first lunar month that he found that Mo Liyan had been standing here, some fine snow fell, and the cold wind whistled and hit him.

And he only wore a thin and cool black outer garment, stained with snow, even his shoulders, hair, and eyelashes fell snow, and his figure was still slender and straight.

The lines on the side face are handsome with sharp edges and corners, and in the snow and ice, it is even more inhumane and cold, which can only be looked up to.

"Master." The seventh day followed Mo Liyan's line of sight, but saw nothing, and the white snow couldn't see the end, but the seventh day knew that Mo Liyan was looking at the dye, he was stunned, and quickly left Past: "You are injured, don't stand here, be careful to catch the cold."

Mo Liyan just woke up like a dream and came back to his senses.

He could feel the strength of his heart beating, and it was only when he was facing this person that he would be beating so vividly.

One after another.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

just jumping,

Heartbeat that never stops and uncontrollable frequency.

Chujing Palace Banquet,

On the day when the palace banquet was held, it was snowing, and it was still snowing heavily. Snowflakes the size of catkins fluttered in the air. The snow was white and soft.

This is the third time that Ranbai has stepped into the Chujing Palace.

Every birth is a different identity.

Things are not people.

It can only be summed up in these four words.

but……

Soon, soon.

all things that don't change,

For example, the palace will eventually be subverted.

Blood-stained vermilion door, bright yellow glazed tiles.

Carved beams and painted buildings, drunk dreams come to life.

Turned into countless shackles, trapping generations of people.

The sound of silk, bamboo and string music is endless, and the scene of drunken gold fans and extreme luxury comes into view.

In his ears, the eunuch's sharp voice shouted loudly: "The eldest princess of South Korea is here—"

Countless eyes were focused on the figure that stepped on the moon.

Red coat, black hair.

Unparalleled pride.

The princess turned a blind eye to the eyes around her. Her eyes were wide and far away, but she was more precipitous than the ice and snow. Step by step, she was calm and noble, cold and evil.

Mo Qingcang was sitting in a high position. He was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe. He was well-dressed, but he still couldn't hide his sinister and violent aura. His complexion was abnormally pale. Cold and mean.

"I've heard the name of the eldest princess for a long time, and when I see it today, it really lives up to its reputation." He sat on the dragon chair and opened his mouth.

Ranbai smiled slightly: "The emperor's words are serious."

In a seemingly polite but hidden tit-for-tat scene, Dianbai sat in his seat and looked around for a week intentionally or unintentionally, rather casually.

She didn't see Mo Liyan.

The girl general lowered her eyes, took a sip of the wine glass as if nothing had happened, and covered her dark eyes with long eyelashes.

She used some means in Chujing in the past two days, affecting the chess pieces, Mo Liyan should not have come.

As for the conversation two days ago, Ranbai didn't take it to heart at all.

Although the grievances in the past have vanished, it still cannot change the fact that they are enemies.

Who knows what Mo Liyan meant when he said those words to her.

"Let Changqing wait, and don't show up without orders." Ranbai turned his eyes slightly, and whispered to the dark guard dressed as a servant standing next to him, his voice was very light, and he couldn't tell his emotions.

The dark guard nodded slightly and left the hall quietly.

Until the palace banquet has started, the music is dancing along with the figure of the dancer, which is very lively.

Dianbai still didn't wait to see Mo Liyan.

She put down the wine glass, and her fingertips slowly rubbed the edge of the wine glass, her expression unclear.

On that day, she examined Mo Liyan's pulse and found that Mo Liyan was indeed injured, and it was not serious.

Maybe he was actually assassinated... but there is another point.

Ranbai always felt that Mo Liyan's pulse was not right, but she couldn't tell what it was, it was a faint and strange sense of familiarity.

It's a pity that she didn't have time to observe too much, so she could only take it off first.

Just when Ranbai was thinking about it, he suddenly found that the entire palace banquet had fallen into a certain moment of silence.

soon,

A sharp eunuch's voice sounded in his ears: "His Royal Highness King Jin is here—"

Just when dyeing white has given up hope,

Mo Liyan came.

The princess looked sideways and glanced in that direction tepidly.

I saw King Jin dressed in black clothes, indifferent and noble.

Young and tall, with a straight and straight back, he stepped into the hall unhurriedly, facing the gazes of everyone in the palace banquet.

That stern and delicate face does not contain any emotion, and it seems to be a god's residence in the light and shadow like a gauze.

He is like the ancient sword that frightened the mountains and rivers and the waves, and the abyss that is forever unfathomable. He is deep, indifferent, and an existence that can only be looked up to.

That body is always pampered and humiliated, and the temperament of the wind is light and cloudless, which is hard to find in the world.

A low cough broke the silence, which was made by Mo Liyan, he took a step forward, his tone was calm and indifferent, his voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "Because of my illness, my son is late, please ask father The emperor punished."

Just now, everyone was stunned by the ruthless temperament, and it was only when Mo Liyan opened his mouth that he realized that his face was very pale and slightly morbid, but it still couldn't hide his cold and noble aura.

They remembered the rumors of being stabbed and seriously injured in the capital in the past two days, and they knew in their hearts that it turned out to be true...

Mo Qingcang stared at the tall, arrogant and unparalleled figure in the center of the hall. Although he hated and hated everything in his heart, he also knew that Mo Liyan could not be embarrassed at this time, especially in the past two years. , the entire court did not know when he no longer completely obeyed his command, but behind the scenes, the person who controlled the chess game and strategized the strategy.

who is it,

it goes without saying.

Mo Qingcang thought in his heart, he knew that he should have killed Mo Li when he was young and had no power to fight back, so as to avoid future troubles!