Ranbai lowered his eyes casually, playing with the things in his hand, and he couldn't tell what Mo Liyan was doing. He just took it away casually and indifferently, and couldn't tell that he cared about taking care of it.

I don’t know what I thought of, but Xindi added seriously and rigorously: “Don’t open either of these two things. I will wait until you return to Korea and then look at it.”

Under the vast and deep night sky, the girl in red carved the breath of stars and moon, her eyebrows and eyes were as casual as a painting, and she was a little casual and cold. She nodded slightly, which was considered to be a promise to Mo Liyan.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave."

Ranbai put away the things, said something like this, turned around and left, ready to walk under the city wall.

But before Ranbai could take a step, there was a saying that through the summer night breeze, passing through the starlight, through the air, cutting through the darkness. The line of voice seemed calm and steady, but it had a bit of undetectable breakage, and he paused word by word: "Can't you like me a little?"

Ranbai's steps did not stop or looked back, as proud as he came at that time, and as determined as he left at the beginning: "No."

Under the night sky, on the highest wall of the capital, the cold wind swept by, and the hem of the two clothes flew up, and for a moment, they were entangled together, two colors intertwined, clearly and pure, and separated in a flash, extremely sober.

The light of the stars and moon paves a road gradually fading away. The two shadows under the lamp are stretched out to a length of slant, and they are gradually distant. A faint sigh is as light as the clouds in the sky, and like leaves falling back to their roots, floating in the vast world, as if they have never existed.

The young Wang stood alone for a long time and sat on the ground on the city wall. In front of him, a delicate and long-lasting guqin was still the first one on the river.

His eyes were covered with white silk, his ink hair flew, and his half face looked like a god, lofty and handsome, and a glance that cost him a lifetime.

The black shirt fell slightly, and a pair of long and distinct joints, fingers that were stroking the strings of the piano like cold white moonlight.

The lonely, arrogant and cold sound circling between the vast world, with a lingering sound, but it has been lingering for three days, but it is also surrounded by an extremely desolate and desolate meaning, as if he is alone in the world, which makes people feel sad when they hear it, and heartbroken when they hear it, as if they are heartbroken.

Ranbai could clearly hear the sound of the piano, lingering around like mists falling in his ears, lingering endlessly.

She knew he was seeing her off.

But she still wants to leave.

She is the person

No matter what, never look back.

The girl in red has a beautiful face and expressionless face. Her pair of peach blossom eyes condensed into ice inch by inch. She is arrogant and indifferent. She whips the horse and quickly leaves the city, passing through the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, gradually fading away.

The sound of the piano was extremely sad, extremely desolate, long and beautiful, until at a certain moment, after emitting the highest harsh syllable, it suddenly paused, disappeared, silently.

Mo Liyan stared at the guqin in a daze. His fingertips were so cold that it was difficult to add to it, and even his face turned slightly pale.

The dull pain came from the depths of the soul, like a knife cutting. The pain of the heart-controlling Gu could no longer be controlled. He allowed such cold and surging pain to occupy his internal organs, spreading his limbs and bones, and his thin lips overflowed with strands of blood, which set off his pale face.

He did not move for a long time. In the clear decay of the moonlight, the emperor's eyebrows were picturesque, lonely and handsome. He seemed to be a still abyss. At the moment when he was frozen in time, his fingertips were trembling.

The string is broken.

Everyone says that strings are broken by the soulmate.

But she is more important to him than to know the soulmate.

She is his life.

Although the string is broken, it cannot break the half-life of infatuation.

The string has been broken, but the obsession for that lifetime has not been broken.

Mountains and rivers roar, a horse, a person.

A single shadow of the lamp, a piano, and a sigh.

Whoever missed whom his life and whom he entangled with whom his life is ultimately absent from the lovesickness and loneliness.

Ranbai Zaoyi left the capital, galloping in the mountains, his speed getting faster and faster...

There was a faint sound from the square box because it was shaken left and right.

Ranbai always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell it.

Countless pictures flashed in her mind in a mess, intertwined and messy way, and could not lock any of them.

Ranbai suddenly tightened the reins, and the horse's front hooves raised high, making a neigh!

Her eyes were dark and darker, like the deep sea that caused a storm, but her expression was calm and indifferent.

There is a problem.

There was a problem with Mo Liyan!

No wonder the pulse pattern is familiar with it, but it is not the same.

She didn't even hesitate for a moment, stopped her horse, stood quietly in the mountain late at night, and ruthlessly removed the rosewood box, completely revealing what was in front of her.

That's-

The Jade Seal of the Kingdom!

The sparse white pupils were deep and dark, and almost overflowing black mist. He opened the document without saying a word, and read it almost with all his life's patience.

drop.

Just one simple word hit his eyes deeply, almost wrapped in a destructive posture, deep like a brand.

In the dark night in the mountains, the sky and the earth are vast, everything is silent, and in the dark darkness, the deadly quiet left the girl in red alone.

Perhaps it was the night wind that suddenly appeared and the sharpness slashed through the eyes like a knife, which made the cold and painful feeling unexpectedly.

Does Mo Liyan know what the meaning of such behavior actually represents?!

He is crazy!

The girl general didn't make a sound, but just made the letter of surrender to pieces with extremely cruel movements. His fingers turned white due to the force, and his knuckles were tense and cold, until they became countless pieces floating in an unknown direction with the night wind, soaring straight to the Ninth Heaven!

The night turned over her expression, and the emotions in those eyes were annihilated in the darkness.

She clenched the reins again, but she turned the direction without hesitation, and used her fastest speed to rush towards the road of Li Shi!

Ranbai doesn’t care what Mo Liyan thought,

But she would never accept this jade seal and this surrendered book!

When Ranbai returned to the capital again, the long night was already long and nearly half passed.

She first went to the highest city wall, but did not see Mo Liyan, and then rode her horse to the palace.

The sound of horse hooves trampling heavily on the ground and the wind whistled by, breaking the silent night.

Ranbai went straight to the palace and entered the bedroom without attracting anyone's attention. After not finding anyone, he went to other places until the imperial study room, and he also saw that there was no one inside.

Ranbai almost walked around the entire palace, but never saw that figure.

She forced herself to calm down and began to think.

If the truth is as she imagined...

That Mo Liyan could not appear in everyone's sight now, it was very likely that he was in the dark room.

darkroom,

darkroom.

Ranbai thought about these two words.
Chapter completed!