The man was wearing a black dress with gold patterns, and his cloud patterns were embedded in gold. His hair was scattered behind him and was tied up by a gilded jade crown.

At this moment, the pure black shirt hangs down loosely, gently pressing against the wine glass with quiet workmanship and cold touch.

After Mo Liyan stared for two seconds, he turned a few circles of afterimages on his fingertips, and then acted like he thought it was ridiculous when he thought of it later.

King Jin calmly and silently took the brocade handkerchief he carried with him, and carefully wiped the wine glass. His long eyelashes dropped a small piece of fine shadows under his eyes, covering the expression in his eyes. His movements were quite serious and focused, as if he was wiping not an ordinary wine glass, but a rare treasure.

It was not until it was confirmed that it had been wiped clean and there was no dust on it that Mo Liyan relaxed for no reason.

He leaned alone on the chair in the pavilion, stretching his long straight legs casually there, while the other leg was slightly bent, and his back was gently pressed against the cold vermilion cylinder. Taking advantage of the cold moonlight as cold as night water, he stuck to the wine cup on the stone table, and poured himself a glass of wine with the wine glass I had just wiped.

Then he pressed against his thin lips and took a sip. After a while of silence, somehow, he suddenly drank the strong wine and drank it all in one go!

The drinking action was urgent and fast. A few drops of wine slid down the arc of his sharp white jaw, rolling on the ups and downs of the Adam's apple line, and finally fell by chance at the position of the clavicle imprint.

But Mo Liyan ignored it and was quite drunk and did not return home. He poured himself one cup after another, and poured himself a cup of wine as if he was trying his best!

The burning wine poured into the throat, like a thin blade passing by. Every time I swallowed it, it felt like blood was mixed into the abdomen. My throat was filled with a burning pain, as if it was cut by a knife.

at last,

King Jin pressed his heart tightly and coughed violently several times, so heartbreaking that he seemed to be able to cough out his entire life. Even the Adam's apple had a light slight color.

Mo Liyan was stunned, holding a wine glass that was empty with one hand, and his face suddenly became cold. He could not explain his behavior and did not know how to explain it.

Is he crazy?

I can only drink alone under the moon, trying to use strong wine to cover up all the emotions that are at a loss, and it is like the water breaking through the dam.

The palace banquet continues,

No one noticed His Highness Jin, who was drinking wine in the small pavilion, and no one would care.

"Where have you been?" Xie Jinshu asked in a low voice when he saw Ranbai coming back.

Ranbai returned to his seat and sat down, saying casually that he hadn't gone anywhere.

Xie Jinshu said oh, saying that he knew, and did not ask again, but looked at the empty position that originally belonged to Mo Liyan inexplicably. Finally, he lowered his eyes, and his thin lips always had a clear and indifferent smile.

Since the last palace banquet,

A few days have passed, and in a blink of an eye, most of the month has passed.

And in a teahouse compartment on Chang'an Street.

There are only two people.

"Recently, border soldiers have been constantly attacking, and there are many conflicts with the Korean border soldiers."

A clear voice sounded in the private room, gentle and compassionate, and very nice.

Looking at the owner of the voice, he was wearing a sky-blue dress, with a jade crown and a well-dressed look, and his every move showed a bit of nobility.

It is Mo Rongxuan, the current prince of Chujing.

The person leaning lazily against the opposite side did not make a sound, but just held the teacup casually, circling his fingertips on it, listening to Mo Rongxuan's speech in a mess.

Mo Rongxuan didn't care, and continued to say warmly: "In the morning court, I have been arguing about this matter many times. The court was divided into two sects of ministers, each holding his own opinions."

"Some people think that South Korea should not be allowed to continue to be ruthless. They should raise an army to attack, maintain the inviolable majesty of the Great Chu, and also show the strength of Chu Jing's military strength to other countries. But some people think that peace and happiness are the right way. If the people are prosperous and safe today, why should they be in war? What's more, the New Year will be closed in a few months. They don't like to fight at this time."

"Miss Ling thinks, what should I do?"

Ranbai supported Bai Xi's forehead with one hand and played with the teacup with the other hand. In the atmosphere that had been silent for a moment, he opened his mouth, faint, and had no emotions: "This battle will be fought."

Mo Rongxuan chuckled slowly, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Miss Lingbai is right, I think so. Now my father seems to be still wandering on both sides, but yesterday, I heard that Lord Sun and his father, who had already insisted on platooning troops in the court, had been in the imperial study for a long time."

"Then do you think, who is the right person to send this battle?"

Ranbai leaned back slightly, closed his eyes, and a shadow of a person flashed through his mind, constantly flashing past, finally forming a huge picture.

The girl in red closed her eyes and spoke softly:

"Mo Yelei."

Mo Rongxuan was surprised: "Crown Prince? Why is it him? The prince personally led his troops to fight. This situation is not a trivial matter."

Ranbai opened his eyes, and the cold and deep eyes as cold as a cold pool were bottomless. She slowly stood up, met Mo Rongxuan's gaze, and paused word by word: "It must be him."

Mo Rongxuan was silent for a moment and joked: "It seems that Lord Ling has come up with some tricks again?"

Ranbai smiled, his eyes and eyebrows were all free and unrestrained, and he felt a sense of nobleness full of evil spirits.

I said three words to Mo Rongxuan.

Mo Rongxuan almost shook his hand and threw the teacup he had just picked up to the ground. The atmosphere in the box fell into silence for a while. After a long time, Mo Rongxuan barely broke the atmosphere and said inexplicably: "Mr. Ling's thoughts... I admire them very much."

"But this is by no means a trivial matter."

Ranbai stood up and walked to the window of the private room, looking down at the prosperous scenery outside the teahouse. The light white light outlined the girl's beautiful and sharp side face, and was coated with a light golden ray.

"I said yes, that's sure."

Arrogant and confident.

A sure tone.

"Let your staff members who are arranged by the prince to find a way to remind Mo Yelei."

Mo Rongxuan's eyelids twitched.

He didn't tell Ling Bai that there was his person around Mo Yelei.

Mo Rongxuan looked deeply at the girl standing against the light and thought, but if it was Ling Bai, then he would guess it without saying...

He really did not see the wrong person.

Lingbai is not simple at all.

Ranbai's next words completely stopped Mo Rongxuan.

"Wei Pingsheng is from Prince Jin's Mansion."

Mo Rongxuan frowned and looked at Ranbai.

Ranbai seemed to say something very ordinary, and his expression and tone did not change at all.

Mo Rongxuan was about to open his lips, and finally asked verbatim: "Wei Pingsheng... isn't the prince's person?"
Chapter completed!