"Leave." He raised his long eyelashes. The dark and phoenix eyes were the most difficult abyss in the world. Half of his body was shrouded in the shadows. It was hard to tell the difference between his eyebrows and eyes. However, his voice was hoarse and depressed to a little too much. It was like a result of trying hard to restrain, "No one is allowed to come in without my order."

After saying this, he closed the door of the study hard, isolating everything outside the world from the endless snowstorm.

Chu Qingyu was stunned for a moment, his heart sinking again and again.

Not that something is wrong,

This is already very wrong with Mo Liyan. What happened during the day he went out?!

Chu Qing and Chu stood outside the study for a long time and were not relieved, but they never heard any sound inside. From beginning to end, they were as quiet as death.

He didn't dare to disobey the order, and after hesitating for a while, he left.

And in the study,

All the windows and doors were locked, and no light penetrated in. The gray sky and the dark sky made the study even colder. There was no sound, only the strong wind whistling and the cold snow rustled against the sounds made by the heaven and earth.

Mo Liyan leaned loosely on the soft couch next to him. His ink hair was casually dispersed behind him, his black ice-filled clothes were a little messy, and his collar was torn apart by him, revealing his cold and hard collarbone and his looming chest.

A long straight leg was slightly bent, and the falling ice and snow melted on him, causing a trace of coldness. He closed his eyes and poured his strong wine without saying a word. The indescribable desolation and desolation filled the air silently, making people feel heavy and depressed.

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his slender and fair fingers stiffened slightly, and finally lifted up. The cold fingertips slowly pressed on the position above the collarbone. When he rubbed them, he could clearly feel the concave and convex curve of the imprint.

This was the existence he once regarded as the most shameful one, and even wanted to destroy it by any means.

But I don’t know when he started to get used to this word.

"Clang--"!

The fingertips suddenly lost strength, and the wine cup was suddenly dropped on the ground and hit the hard floor. The sound was sharp and harsh, straight through the eardrums!

Mo Liyan faintly lost his spirit. He forced himself to suppress all the unstoppable emotions that were like a dam breaking through the dam. He clenched his fingers tightly, and his white hair turned blue.

The words he deliberately ignored were buried in the deepest part of his heart, like sharp iron thorns, pierced and poured into his mind again, tortured and tortured every nerve ending, causing a slight shock.

——I am very pleased with the Lin family’s daughter. I have the honor of my life and I am willing to marry the queen of a country at a price of a thousand brides.

——Don’t worry, Mr. Lin, I will never let my thoughts down in my life.

——Yan'er was born to meditating on painting, she was the eldest son of the dignified and smartest man, and her father was very satisfied. In the future, you will be the crown prince of the Great Chu country.

——The queen was cruel and jealous, cruel and cruel to her children, and had no shame in having an affair with the guards. This was a royal misfortune and a shame in the Great Chu.

——Lin Nianhua is not worthy of being the queen, so she comes and is sent to the cold palace!

——The Lin family rebelled and colluded with the enemy and treason, and was extremely guilty. The whole family was sentenced to be executed and nine clans were killed!

——Oh, Mo Liyan? The evil seed born by Lin Nianhua? Don’t let me see him again in the future.

——How come you, a child born to the daughter of a traitor, is still in the face of living? Your Majesty is kind and will not kill you because of the Lin family's faults, otherwise you would have been dead thousands of times long ago.

——Your Majesty said, don’t kill him, break his tendons and make him a useless person.

——Yan'er, you are burdened with blood and you want to take revenge!

——Don’t love!

——Never repeat the same mistakes like a mother!

——It just so happens that King Jin doesn’t like me either.

With another "bang!", the wine cup that Mo Liyan had just picked up fell to the ground again, rolling down several rounds.

He still half-kneeled on the ground, losing all his strength for a moment, and his kneecap hit the hard floor.

Mo Liyan's expression was too pale, and fine cold sweat oozed out, rolling down from his white forehead, as if all the blood was drained.

He pressed one hand tightly on a corner of the table, and a terrifying white look appeared due to the force, but he was still constantly exerting force. His slightly lying body was rising and falling violently. The sad and hissings and dark and desperate negative emotions that overflowed from the depths of his chest were overwhelming, swallowing and submerging people with a dark posture that ruined the world!

The nightmare and hatred of the past ten years have woven a dense net, covering Mo Liyan with airtightness, as if locked in a dark cage, and could not walk out no matter how hard he walked, he kept sinking and suffocating.

Mo Liyan finally realized a problem that made him fall into an abyss.

He... likes Lingbai?

What do you like?

A deep abyss that pushes people into hell, or a deep sea that makes people fall into infinite pain, can easily destroy a person.

Such a cognition,

In an instant, Mo Liyan felt like an ice cave, and the coldness rose sharply. Outside the window was covered with snow, and the mountains and rivers were frozen for 90,000 miles. In such a cold weather, Mo Liyan felt that he did not feel one in ten thousand of the coldness in his heart, as if he could solidify and freeze the flowing blood, plunder all emotions inch by inch!

How is that possible!

How could he like Lingbai?

Why did he fall in love with someone?

It was the one he once disliked the most, hated the most, and disdained the most.

Mo Liyan pressed his heart hard, as if he wanted to tear a whole heart to pieces.

What flashed in his consciousness was the unrestrained figure of the girl in red clothes. Those past flashed like a quick glance at a light were scenes that he thought he had never taken it to heart.

A strong sense of palpitations occupies the heart, and every inch of the skin is like a slight scatter!

Wrong.

This shouldn't be the case.

The imperial power is deceitful, and blood feud is not revenged.

He is always at the junction of life and death, trapped in the treacherous court and the vortex of power. He actually fell in love with someone under such circumstances...

The assassin who once came to assassinate him.

The chess piece he once used to use.

How ridiculous!

How ridiculous!

Descending in the darkness, King Jin's eyes seemed to be destroyed.

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The next day,

The north wind is howling and the wind and snow are everywhere.

The regular and rigorous army stopped at the gate of the city and had not moved for a long time.

"Sir, aren't you leaving?" Wei Pingsheng rode his horse toward the sharp figure in black in front and asked in a low voice.

He didn't know what Mo Liyan was thinking.

I have been staying here for a long time, facing the wind and snow.

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