It was clearly in the warmth of the sunlight, but from King Jin's back, he did not feel any warmth. He was indescribable and lonely, lonely and sad.

His back was facing the bright white light alone, and no one could see his originally calm and indifferent appearance tearing a hole in the dead silence, laughing silently.

Chu Qi kept staying outside, not daring to leave or go in. After seeing Chu Qingyu coming out, he hurried forward. Before he could speak, Chu Qingyu knew what Chu Qi wanted to ask.

"I will do my best. There must be no accident in my eyes." Chu Qing and tried their best to calm down their emotions and said to Chu Qi in a stable tone: "Sir, you don't want to see people now, so you'd better not go in."

Chu Qi nodded, looked at Chu Qingyu with great respect for the first time, and solemnly said: "Mr. Chu, please give me."

"This is what I deserve." Chu Qing and the other person looked back at the closed bedroom at the last door, took a deep breath, and left with great strides.

When I entered the bedroom again on the seventh day of the lunar month, it was already evening, and the windows were still half open. The cold wind on the winter night poured in so unscrupulously, shaking the man's hair, and it felt a hazy and sparse coldness.

Mo Liyan was still on the soft couch, as if he had not moved any time all day. It was very similar to a sculpture, very quiet, and there was no sound in the bedroom.

"Master." Chu Qi called out softly. He looked complicated and held his sword very hard. He was the master's secret guard and his life was saved by the master. He had no idea about the power of the country. He only cared about that person. Chu Qi stepped forward and said in a misunderstanding: "If Miss Lingbai knew that you were injured by her, you might be soft-hearted."

Mo Liyan finally reacted when he heard this. His slender fingers supported his beautiful forehead and his long eyelashes covered his dark gray eyes, as if he was destroyed in the darkness. His thin lips slowly covered his curves of mocking and irony, and his voice was low and light.

"Then?" He seemed to laugh softly, and the indescribable sarcasm: "Use these eyes to beg for her a little mercy, a little sympathy, and a little charity?"

His pride, his conceit, his determination, and death would not allow him to do so.

Mo Liyan looked sideways, as if he was looking out the window, but no matter where he looked, his eyes were boundless darkness, as if he could not extricate himself from the abyss that could not be restored.

He said: "Because I am willing to do whatever she is, and I am willing to do it. All the consequences are borne by me and have nothing to do with her."

Chu Qi's heart trembled violently. He knew how lonely and arrogant the master was. It was even more impossible for him to do that than to die. Chu Qi bowed his head: "I said it wrong."

Mo Liyan didn't care about it, nor did he say anything about this topic, "Get out, no one should come in again."

I didn't stop any longer in the seventh day of the lunar month and went out silently.

Mo Liyan indulged in the boundless darkness, closed his eyes and listened quietly to the rustling wind outside the window.

It is like this cold winter snowy night, the sound of the wind is wrapped around the cold white moonlight.

A man who claims to be cold and lonely and has done all the tricks will eventually get in love and lose his heart. From then on, he will always fall in the dark and endless abyss.

He had planned everything, but he could not do anything to her.

That sincerity was cut open in a cold winter night, and the bone-breathing snow was trembling and shaking.

Two days later,

The fresh snow stopped, layer upon layer of snow-white and soft snowflakes fell on the eaves, on the trees, on the roads, and the whole world was covered in clean snow, covered in silver, and silver light flowed.

The rising sun rises from the east, and the light shines white and warms, illuminating every corner of the world, lightly gathering on the ice and snow, refracting crystal clear light.

Long ice fell under the eaves of the corridor, bathed in the sun, and white water droplets fell from the tip of the ice, dripping onto the bluestone slabs, smudged the misty blue sky like mist and rain.

"Master, Mr. Xie is here. I have to see you. I'm outside now." Chu Qi frowned and reported helplessly that he had blocked him several times, but he didn't block him. There was nothing he could do.

The figure by the window is slender and lonely, like an immortal or a demon.

The eyes were covered with white silk because they could not see the light. The snow-like color covered the beautiful and sharp Danfeng eyes. Under the bridge of the high nose were thin lips with light-colored color. The arc of the lower jaw was cold and white, with a hazy and sparse beauty. It also had a little bit of indescribable fairy spirit, elegant and noble.

Three thousand ink hair spread out like a waterfall behind her, and she tied the back line with just a black ribbon, and the white silk set off the black clothes, which was a cold and abstinence in black and white.

"No." Mo Liyan leaned lightly on the soft couch, not caring about the words of the seventh day of the lunar calendar at all, but it was just a very obvious meaning.

Chu Qi nodded and just wanted to go out, but the person waiting outside actually broke in!

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie..."

"You can't come in."

"Young Master Xie, please go out!"

A slight interception sound came not far away. Chu Qi had a cold face and was about to go out to the clerk.

Mo Liyan was quiet for two seconds, and then said carelessly: "Forget it, let him come in."

Xie Jinshu insisted on his opinion that there must be something wrong. Even if he didn't see him now, Xie Jinshu would find a way to come in. He has no intention of fighting with Xie Jinshu now. It would be better to let Xie Jinshu come in. Maybe... it has something to do with that person.

Mo Liyan thought in his heart and ordered another sentence: "Nineteenth day of the year, you can retreat first."

Chu Jiu sat upright in front of the table, his whole body was tight and stiff, and there were a lot of official documents in front of him, arranged in an orderly manner according to priorities. It was collected by Mo Liyan during the three days of unconsciousness.

Now Mo Liyan cannot look at things and is not convenient to review official duties, but he has no intention of wasting time like this. Starting from the first night after he woke up, he insisted that Chujiu read out the information about official affairs for him sentence by paragraph and then explain the solution, so that Chujiu could write it on his behalf.

He is really a natural emperor, meticulous, but in the end... he can't escape the word love.
Chapter completed!