"Put it on. Even if the princess doesn't like it, don't be able to live with your body. It's snowing when you come." Mo Liyan looked at Ranbai, "Otherwise... I'll take you out."

Ranbai didn't want to have a stalemate with Mo Liyan, so he simply took it over and said, "Thank you."

Mo Liyan didn't say politely. He didn't like such conversations, with a sense of unfamiliarity and distance.

"The princess came on a horse. It was windy and snowy, so be careful."

Ranbai quickly put his cloak on his cloak, walked out, waved his hand to Mo Liyan without looking back, and responded from afar, extremely lazy and evil spirits.

King Jin walked to the door, pressed his white fingers against the edge of the door, looking at the only dazzling red figure in the ice and snow, wearing his cloak, and drew a brilliant curve in the wind and snow again and again.

He was still watching until he disappeared. He was stunned for a while and had not yet realized it.

Until the seventh day of the lunar month, I found that Mo Liyan had been standing here, with some fine snow falling, and the cold wind roaring at him.

He only wore a thin and cool black outer dress, stained with broken snow, and even his shoulders, hair, and eyelashes fell into snow, and his figure was still slender and straight.

The side lines are handsome with clear edges and corners, and the coldness that is even more inhumane in the ice and snow can only be looked up to.

"Master." Chu Qi looked at Mo Liyan's gaze, but saw nothing. The snow was covered with snow and could not see the end. But Chu Qi knew that Mo Liyan was looking at Ranbai. He was stunned and hurried over: "You have injuries on your body, don't stand here, be careful of being infected with the wind and cold."

Mo Liyan woke up like a dream and came back to his senses.

He could feel the strength of his heart beating, and he would only be so lively when facing this person.

One after another.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

Just jumping like this,

The heartbeat that never stops and the frequency that is uncontrollable.

Chujing Palace Banquet,

On the day of the palace banquet, it was snowing, and it was heavy snow. Snowflakes as big as willow catkins fluttered in the air, white and soft, and were a gift of kindness that covered up all the darkness in this world, all plots and conspiracies.

This is Ranbai's third time entering the Chujing Palace.

Every time, the partial birth is a different identity.

Things change.

It can only be summarized in these four words.

but……

Soon, very soon.

All unchanging things, such as the palace, will eventually be subverted.

Blood-stained vermilion door, bright yellow glazed tiles.

Carved beams and painted roads, drunken dreams of floating life.

Turned into countless shackles, trapping generations of people.

The sound of string music in the bamboo and string music is endless, and the scene of being intoxicating and extremely luxurious is caught in your eyes.

The eunuch was in his ears and shouted loudly with a sharp voice: "The Korean princess is here--"

Countless eyes were focused on the figure that came from the moon.

Red clothes, ink hair.

Unparalleled.

The princess ignored the eyes around her. Her eyes were far away from the mountains and rivers, but it was even more chilly than the ice and snow. Step by step, calm and noble, cold and evil.

Mo Qingcang sat in a high position. He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and was dressed upright, but he still couldn't hide the sinister and violent aura. His face looked abnormally pale, and his eyes that were no longer shrewd seemed a little cold and mean.

"I heard the name of the eldest princess for a long time. When I saw it today, it was really worthy of its reputation." He sat upright on the dragon throne, spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, carrying the dragon power of a monarch and the faint coldness of a country.

Ranbai smiled slightly: "The emperor said so much."

A scene that seemed polite but hidden in tit-for-tat scene, Ranbai sat in his seat, and his eyes were deliberately or unintentionally patrolling for a week, quite casual and casual.

She didn't see Mo Liyan.

The girl general lowered his eyes, held the wine glass and took a sip as if nothing had happened, covering his dark eyes.

She used some tricks in Chujing in the past two days and touched the chess pieces. Mo Liyan should not have come.

As for the conversation two days ago, Ranbai didn't care about it at all.

Although the grievances in the past have disappeared, they still cannot change the fact that they are enemies.

Who knows what Mo Liyan meant to say those words to her?

"Let Changqing wait a little longer, don't show up without orders." Ranbai lowered his eyes slightly and whispered to the direct secret guard dressed in the servant standing next to him, his voice was very light and he couldn't hear his emotions.

The secret guard nodded slightly and left the hall quietly.

Until the palace banquet began, the music danced with the figure of the dancer, making it very lively.

Ranbai still didn't wait to see Mo Liyan.

She put down the wine glass and slowly rubbed the edge of the wine glass with her fingertips, her expression unknown.

That day she took Mo Liyan's pulse and found that Mo Liyan was indeed injured, and it was not light.

Maybe he was really assassinated...but there is another point.

Ranbai always felt something was wrong with Mo Liyan's pulse, but she couldn't say what it was, it was a faint strange sense of familiarity.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to observe too much, so she had to stop first.

Just as Ran Bai was thinking about it in a state of silence, he suddenly realized that the entire palace banquet had fallen into a state of silence, such as the hustle and bustle that had just happened. He said that he was indeed too quiet at this moment.

soon,

A sharp voice of an eunuch sounded in his ears: "Your Highness Jin is here--"

Just when Ranbai was no longer hoping,

Mo Liyan is here.

The princess looked sideways and glanced in that direction with no slightest glance.

I saw King Jin wearing a black dress, indifferent and cold.

He was young and tall, with a straight back, and walked into the hall slowly facing everyone's eyes.

That cold and delicate face does not contain emotions, but seems to be a god in the light and shadow.

He is like an ancient sword that shocks the terrifying waves of mountains and rivers, or like an abyss that is always unfathomable, deep, indifferent, and an existence that can only be admired.

That temperament that is always unstoppable and unconvinced, and is light and quiet is hard to find in the world.

A low cough broke the silence, which was caused by Mo Li Yan. He took a step forward, his tone was calm and calm, and his voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "Due to the condition, my son is late, please punish him."

Everyone was stunned by the cold and chilling temperament just now. It was not until Mo Liyan opened his mouth that he realized that his face was pale and slightly sick, but it still could not hide his cold and noble spirit.

They remembered the rumors of being seriously injured in the capital these two days, and knew it in their hearts that it turned out to be true...

Mo Qingcang stared at the long-standing and arrogant figure in the center of the hall. Although he felt disgusted and hated, he knew that he could not make things difficult for Mo Liyan at this time, especially in the past or two years, he felt increasingly unable to do so. He no longer knew when the whole court had stopped obeying his commands, and the person who controlled the chess game and planned the plan behind the scenes.

Who is it?

it goes without saying.
Chapter completed!