Chapter 3016: Step by Step Jinghong: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Fifty-Seven)

And Mo Liyan withdrew his hands in the next second as if nothing had happened, the wide black sleeves fell down, and his hands were tucked into the cuffs.

"The old rules," he said.

It's the rules from the beginning to the end, nothing needs to be told to that person.

"You're like this...is it because of her?" Xie Jinshu asked King Jin's expression word for word.

Mo Liyan's answer didn't have the slightest flaw or hesitation. He said coldly and indifferently, "No." His tone was as calm and cool as the night water in a deep pool.

that's it,

With only a few words, he easily annihilated all the desperate experience of life from the dead and almost lost his life in the heavy snow, so there was no hesitation in the denial, as if the truth was really as plain and relaxed as his two sentences. .

Xie Jinshu didn't see any change in King Jin's expression, as if it was really smooth.

His brows were elegant and indifferent, like an ink painting that merged with the snow and ice, and smiled: "Mo Liyan... You said, if I kill you now, will no one know?"

Faced with such a sudden and undisguised killing intent, Mo Liyan calmly said, "You can try."

Xie Jinshu looked at him quietly, and suddenly asked softly, "How important is that person in your heart?"

He had tried many times, but he still couldn't figure it out.

If it's important, it shouldn't have such a look and attitude.

But if it's not important, then what is all this for?

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Liyan asked coldly.

Xie Jinshu chuckled, his voice soft and ethereal: "It doesn't matter." He lowered his eyes: "You are an opponent I seldom respect in my life, I don't take advantage of others' danger, just Mo Liyan—"

"It's better that you don't like Ling Bai as you have shown." Xie Jinshu said, "You can't love her."

"Then you can love it?"

Xie Jinshu smiled slightly, "Maybe."

"She was a member of Prince Jin's mansion one day, and she was a member of her whole life." Prince Jin paused every word, extremely cold, with a thorough chill wrapped in ice and snow.

"But she doesn't admit it."

"This king doesn't need her to admit it."

as long as he decides,

All this,

will not change.

After Mo Liyan left, Xie Jinshu looked at the ice lingcao thoughtfully, frowned slightly, and walked in the direction Mo Liyan said.

"Xie Jiu, what do you think this Mo Liyan is thinking?"

"Subordinates don't know.

"

Xie Jinshu sighed softly, but his eyes were cold.

Looking at the snow-capped heaven and earth, Xie Jinshu suddenly remembered more than ten years ago.

Also such a winter.

It was the first time he saw Mo Liyan.

that time,

The boy is seven years old.

It was also a winter.

The winter sun is bleak and dark.

That was the first time Xie Jinshu came to Chu State and the Great Chu Palace.

However, he accidentally lost his way.

Accidentally, he smelled the bloody smell in the nearby air.

Xie Jinshu was very interested, and on a whim, he followed the smell of blood and came to a desolate palace engraved with the three characters "Fault Pavilion".

The surroundings are overgrown with weeds, desolate and dilapidated, and it can be seen that no one has taken care of it for a long time, and it does not look like a place where one lives.

And here it is,

The smell of blood became stronger.

Seven-year-old Xie Jinshu was sure that this was the root cause, so he walked in without hesitation.

The young boy in white clothes beats the snow with clear eyes, red lips and white teeth, like an exiled fairy, which seems out of tune with this place.

It wasn't until Xie Jinshu stepped into this palace, which was hidden in overgrown weeds and lush with trees, that at the moment when the door was opened, a strong smell of blood rushed to his face.

There were no corpses on the ground. It should have been disposed of by someone, and the blood around it should have been cleaned up, but because it just happened, the smell was still lingering. It is not difficult to imagine what happened. picture, and how many people died.

As Xie Jinshu walked in, his steps suddenly stopped.

Because he was surprised to see a person.

He looked like a very young boy. He was wearing black clothes and looked thin and cold. He sat against the wall and lowered his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

His body was stained with blood, even his clothes were dyed crimson, and his body was covered in wounds. He couldn't see what was good. Just a glance at it made people feel terrifyingly horrific.

His legs stretched out there, in a weird and weak arc, you could see that the exposed ankle was dripping with blood, and his hands were also hanging down on his sides, bloodstains could be seen.

On the ground beside him, a large area of ​​dark red blood was smeared, shocking.

It was not the first time Xie Jinshu had seen such a bloody scene. He had been in contact with a lot, but it was the first time he felt such a tragic face-to-face impact.

That looks like...

Still a boy of his age.

Xie Jinshu, dressed in snow-colored white clothes, dressed in brocade and splendid clothes, stepped forward condescendingly, glanced at the boy casually, and asked curiously, "Is he dead?" Eyes up.

this moment,

Xie Jinshu saw that face clearly.

Every stroke is just the right amount of exquisite color, the profile of the profile is solitary and cold, the lines are clean and distinct, the curvature from the dark and slightly high brow bone to the eyelashes is very attractive, and the eyelashes are too dense and too long.

A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes can give people a feeling of extreme sharpness when they are slightly lifted. Under the high nose bridge are thin lips that are light and bewitching. The curvature of the jaw is sharp and beautiful, and the slightly raised neckline extends to the collarbone. A sense of sharpness.

The boy's eyes were dark and deep, like ink dyed, with unfathomable emotions, like an abyss.

The temperament is just too cold, and there is a vague hostility. It is inaccessible and arrogant.

Xie Jinshu's heart trembled slightly.

He quickly thought of who this young man in front of him was.

Three princes.

Mo Liyan.

After slowly looking at the boy for a long time, Xie Jinshu smiled, as gentle as jade, he leaned down and half-kneeled in front of Mo Liyan.

After taking a closer look, the snow-white brocade boots stepped on the boy's slender fingers, which were weakly hanging on his side, intentionally or unintentionally. Live like this.

The little son smiled indifferently and harmlessly, like a painting of ink and wash. He blinked his eyes and asked softly, "Do you want me to save you?"

"Please." He rolled his beautiful eyes and said with a smile.

Clearly at an innocent and childish age, but he smiled calmly, less childish, and more evil and murderous hidden in indifference.

Even the tone is understatement, personable, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it at all, maybe it's just a whim.

"You beg me, I'll save you."