The Third Thousand and Twenty-Sixth Chapters Are Astonishing Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Affectionate Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Sixty-Seven)

Chu Qingyu asked, "Am I looking for someone?"

Mo Liyan refused, and said in a calm and noble tone: "I will come by myself, you should go back first."

Chu Qingyu was stunned: "...Okay."

Chu Qingyu stepped back, away from the mountain.

It was cold and cold between heaven and earth, and the drizzle continued.

Only the young new emperor stood tall in the rain, holding a sky blue umbrella alone, with a lonely and indifferent expression.

Chu Qingyu walked away, and when he finally looked back, he saw the new emperor leaning over and half-kneeling in front of the nameless blank tombstone. , and revealed an indescribable serious focus.

The distance was too far, the misty rain obscured the world, forming a drizzle curtain, and it was difficult to see Mo Liyan's expression, but Chu Qingyu knew very well that Xindi's surface must be calm and indifferent.

this person,

You can see that he has been avenged for a bloody feud that has been trapped for more than ten years, and finally killed the enemy to rectify the name of the Lin family. What an unforgettable thing.

But you can't see the slightest relief from his expression, joy, or sadness and desolation.

Nothing.

The most basic joys and sorrows never existed.

It's like it's not an important thing, it doesn't fluctuate much, and it doesn't need to be concerned.

But Chu Qingyu knew that if that person didn't say it, it didn't mean that his heart was really as superficial.

If he really didn't care, he wouldn't brave the cold rain to come to the mountain as soon as the dust settled, and personally come to carefully carve the names on the tombstones one by one.

He was too deep and too reserved.

All emotions are not expressed, but hidden in actions.

Chu Qingyu didn't know whether it was good or bad, and couldn't persuade or comfort anything, because that person really didn't need it.

Chu Qingyu finally looked back and took another look, sighed deeply in his heart, turned to leave, and walked down the mountain step by step.

The new emperor was half-kneeling in front of the tombstone, his long eyelashes were soaked by the rain and stained with a little mist. Those dark and deep pupils were indistinguishable emotions, adding to the coldness.

He focused on carving the words on the tombstone, stroke by stroke, calmly and calmly.

The only temperature in Mo Liyan's life is that it ends at the age of five.

His concept of home and relatives is actually very vague.

He only knows that this is a responsibility, this is a responsibility, and this is what he must do as the only descendant of the Lin family.

As for the memories before the age of five, on this rainy day, under Mo Liyan's stroke-by-stroke carving, the sight of the lanterns appearing in front of his eyes is extremely clear.

The scenes lingered.

He remembered everything in the past indifferently, and there was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Mo Liyan was silent for a while, then stood up straight, took two steps back, and looked at the tombstones in the rain curtain.

He suddenly knelt on the ground with a robe up, without an umbrella, the rain quickly wet him, bringing the cold temperature.

The new emperor's back line is straight and cold, and his expression is determined.

He says.

"The blood feud has been avenged. May the ancestors of the Lin family and the heroic spirits of the martyrs rest in peace under the Jiuquan."

"If there is an afterlife...I don't seek glory, wealth, and power, but only peace and joy, and everything goes smoothly!"

When the new emperor ascended the throne, it was not even three months before the internal and external areas were purged, and the entire capital was completely renewed. From the court ministers to the common people, all of them were impressed and praised.

He is indeed a born emperor and a wise ruler of the ages. Every decision he makes and every result he leads is beneficial to the country, society, and the people of Liming.

He quelled rebellions big and small, but only left a hidden danger like South Korea.

Now that South Korea has expended tens of thousands of troops, because of the Princess Changqing incident, it should have launched a large-scale attack on the Kingdom of Chu, which should have changed the country's name.

So far,

Cindy hasn't commented yet.

In his entire life, Mo Liyan has never completely lived for himself once.

The blood feud of the Lin family is over.

He wanted to live once for himself and for that person.

every choice you make,

He has no regrets.

That night,

Early summer day, cool breeze.

The vast night sky like a smear of ink smudges the stars all night, surrounding the bright moon.

imperial study,

Mo Liyan has recently received two expedited battle reports, both of which are related to South Korea.

After he took it apart, he looked at it calmly, and put the battle report aside.

The white fingertips tapped lightly on the table, making a slow, slow sound.

Enemy siege general——

The eldest princess, Ling Bai.

Mo Liyan stared at the lustrous jade pendant, with picturesque eyes and indifferent indifference. He seemed to be asking someone lightly, and seemed to mutter to himself, "If I give you a piece of splendid mountains and rivers, would you like it?"

She wants the world,

it is good,

He gave her the world.

Whatever she wants, he will give it, as long as he has it.

If not, he will help her grab it.

For the past few years, he has been deliberate, exhausted, and strategized by unscrupulous means. Compared with that person, it is nothing more than that.

How can this splendid country of thousands of miles be worth the stars in her eyes?

A solitary lamp illuminates, and the light and shadow flicker dimly.

The young Cindy raised his fingertips slightly, grinding them gently, the ink color complimented his white fingertips, and his movements were indescribably noble.

Immediately, he picked up the writing brush, and on the clean edict, he wrote without any pause or hesitation.

The large black sleeves dangled slightly, covering a section of the delicate and hard wrist bones, and the knuckles of the fingers were slender and beautiful.

Mo Liyan's eyelashes are drooping, his eyes are calm, his brush strokes are like flowing water, and the lines are filled with unnoticeable lovesickness.

finally,

Stop writing.

Personally stamp the jade seal.

all actions,

All in one go.

The night wind of early summer hit along the half-opened window lattice, and the Buddha passed the moonlight, spreading out a fine halo like a tulle.

Outlining his clean and sharp profile, he is handsome and delicate, yet looks cold and noble.

A cool breeze blew and rolled up the corner of the edict placed on the table.

That's a—

Book down!

It is the surrender of Xinbaiguo willingly to submit to the princess of Daehan!

The significance of this downgrade is unparalleled.

It symbolizes a country, it symbolizes the whole world, it symbolizes mountains and rivers!

Now, being handed over to others by this young king!

This was a decision that Mo Liyan had already made.

It was the best gift he gave to dyeing white.

This game between him and her.

He conceded.

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Far away in the Korean city,

Ranbai was studying the military map, and the white fingertips swiped the dots on it inch by inch, squinting lazily, thinking about the trend of the next attack.

As soon as Xie Jinshu came in, he saw such a scene, he paused, "Princess."

Ranbai didn't raise his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Xie Jinshu pondered for a while, looked at Yanbai, and locked the girl's eyebrows: "My son...I want to tell you something."

"Then say it."

"...so can you take your attention away from the military map first?"

He raised his eyes expressionlessly.