Chu Qing asked, "I'm looking for someone?"

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

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

Chu Qing and he retreated step by step, away from the mountains.

The world is cold and cold, and the drizzle is continuous.

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

Chu Qing and walked away. When they finally looked back, they saw the new emperor leaning over and half kneeling in front of the blank tombstone of Wuming, moving calmly and slowly engraving words on the tombstone. It was a sense of elegance like flowing water, and it also revealed indescribable seriousness and concentration.

It was too far apart, and the mist and rain blurred the world, forming a drizzle curtain, and Mo Liyan's expression could not be seen clearly, but Chu Qing and his eyes knew very clearly that the new emperor must be calm and cold on the surface.

This person,

Look at how unforgettable it was for him to get his blood feud after being trapped for more than ten years, and finally killing his enemies with his hands to clear the reputation of the Lin family.

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

There is nothing.

The most basic joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness never existed.

It seems that this is not an important thing, and you can't fluctuate your emotions, and you don't need to worry about it.

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

If he really doesn't care, he wouldn't come to the mountain in the first time when everything was settled, and then carefully carve the names on the tombstones one by one.

He is too deep and too restrained.

All emotions have not been expressed, but are hidden in actions.

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

Chu Qing and looked back at each other for a last glance, sighed in their hearts, turned around and left, and went down the mountain step by step.

The new emperor half-kneeled in front of the tombstone, his long eyelashes were wet with rain, stained with some mist. His dark and deep pupils were difficult to distinguish, adding to the coldness.

He carved the words on the tombstone very focused, with every stroke, calm and calm.

Mo Liyan's only temperature in this life was that he was five years old.

His concept of home and relatives is actually very vague.

He only knew that this was responsibility, this was responsibility, and this was what he had to do as the only descendant of the Lin family.

Regarding the memory before the age of five, in this rainy day, under the carving of Mo Liyan, the lights appearing in front of me was extremely clear and lingering.

He thought of everything in the past coldly, and there was no attachment in his eyes.

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

Suddenly, he knelt on the ground with a lifted robe without holding an umbrella. The rain quickly wet him with a cold temperature.

The new emperor's back has straight and cold lines, and his expression is resolute.

He said.

"The blood feud has been avenged. May the ancestors and ancestors of the Lin family and the heroes of the martyrs rest in peace under the nine springs."

"If there is a next life... I don't seek wealth and honor, but I have great power, I just want peace and joy, and everything goes well!"

The new emperor ascended the throne and was less than three months old. The whole capital was completely renewed. From the ministers of the court to the common people, everyone was impressed and praised.

He is indeed a natural emperor and a wise monarch of all ages. Every decision made and every result led by him is beneficial to the country and the people of the dawn.

He quelled rebellions of all sizes, but he left behind such a hidden danger in South Korea.

Now South Korea has spent tens of thousands of troops, and because of the incident of Princess Changqing, the Bai Kingdom, which has changed its name, should have launched a large-scale attack on Chu.

At this point,

The new emperor has not yet made any statement.

Mo Liyan has never completely lived for himself since this life.

The Lin family's blood feud, everything is over.

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

Every choice made,

He doesn't regret it.

It's night,

In early summer, the breeze is swaying.

The vast night sky like ink-smudged stars fell all night, surrounding the bright moon.

Imperial study room,

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

After taking it apart, he looked casually and put the battle report aside.

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

The enemy's siege general—

The eldest princess, Lingbai.

Mo Liyan stared at the shiny jade pendant, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he was calm and calm, as if he asked someone lightly, and seemed to murmur to himself: "If I personally give you a beautiful mountain and river, would you like it?"

She wants the world,

good,

He gives her the world.

He gives whatever she wants, as long as he has it.

If not, he would have snatched her.

He has been deliberately trying to figure things out for several years, and has made plans and strategizing through all means. Compared with that person, he is nothing more than that person.

How can this beautiful country be worthy of the stars in her eyes?

A lonely lamp illuminates, and the light and shadow sway in dimness.

The young new emperor raised his fingertips slightly and grinded them gently. The ink color sets off his fair fingertips and his indescribable nobleness.

I immediately took the brush and wrote without any pause and hesitation on the clean edict.

The wide black sleeves hang slightly, covering a piece of delicate, cold and hard wrist bones, and the fingers are slender and distinctly beautiful.

Mo Liyan's eyelashes drooped lightly, his eyes were calm, his pen was like flowing water, and his lines were filled with undetectable lovesickness.

final,

Stop writing.

Stamp the jade seal personally.

All actions,

Completed in one go.

The early summer night wind hits along the half-open window lattice. After the moonlight passed, the shady halo spread out like a tulle.

The outline of his clean and sharp side face is handsome and exquisite, and he looks cruel and noble.

A cool breeze swept over and rolled up a corner of the edict placed on the table.

That's a share-

Submission of the book!

It is the New Bai Kingdom willing to surrender to Princess Dahan’s surrender!

The significance of this surrender book is unparalleled.

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

Now, I was given to others by this young king!

This is a decision Mo Liyan has already made.

It was the best gift he gave to Ranbai.

This game between him and her.

He gave in.

·

Far from the Korean city,

Ranbai was studying the military map, and his white fingertips streaked over the dots on it inch by inch, narrowing his eyes lazily, thinking about the trend of the next attack.

As soon as Xie Jinshu came in, he saw this scene. He paused, "Princess."

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

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

“Then say it.”

“…So can you take your attention away from the military map first?”
Chapter completed!