He suddenly felt,

If King Jin had died together with the Lin family's incident that shocked the whole capital, it might have been a blessing, and it would have been better than to suffer so many years of torture and survive everywhere.

Life is worse than death.

By the time Mo Liyan came out of the palace, it was already noon.

The bright and strong sunlight shines on people unscrupulously, as if they are putting people in a raging fire to death. Every inch of light brushes across their bodies like a sharp blade, leaving behind bloody wounds.

Mo Liyan walked out of the palace step by step. He stretched out his hand unbearably to block the dazzling and strong light, but some light still slipped in from the gaps of his fingers, then fell into his eyes, leaving an indistinguishable color, and the light left a deep mark in it, and then was torn, submerged and swallowed by the darkness.

He touched his forehead. The temperature was so hot that it was so hot that it was as hot as it was touching the flames. The body was sometimes cold as cold as the cold winter, and sometimes hot as the flames, which was unbearable.

Mo Liyan couldn't tell whether it was the sunlight too hot or the consequence of the spread of toxicity.

After a series of virtual ghosts flashed before my eyes, my eyes could not be focused, my brain was as drowsy as if it was falling late at night, and I could only slowly walk out of this palace road that seemed endless, like a luxurious cage paved with blood and bones.

"Sir!" Chu Qing and his wife were waiting outside the palace. When he heard Ruo Lian say that his master might be injured, he heard Wei Xinglie's words, and he felt bad in his heart and waited outside the palace uneasy.

At this moment, I finally saw the figure who was looking forward to it in the torture, and smelled the familiar smell of blood again. My face changed drastically and I rushed forward directly.

"The wound is on the left shoulder, and it is poisonous by the hidden weapon." Mo Liyan said this in a low and calm manner.

"Sir, get on the carriage first!"

Chu Qing and the other party prepared healing supplies in the carriage early in the morning. He took two deep breaths to help the prince examine the wound.

After one hour,

King Jin's Mansion,

Inside the main pavilion dormitory,

Faced with the suppressed and condensing atmosphere in the air, Chu Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean up his own things. He said with relief: "This poison is quite special, but now it has been mostly relieved. There is still a little residual toxicity that needs to be slowly removed in the next time, and the wound has been bandaged."

Chu Qi clenched his sword tightly, "Thank you."

Chu Qingyu waved his hand when he heard this and felt a little funny: "I am a disciple of the adults. It is my duty to treat the adults' injuries, but--"

"What's going on?" Chu Qing and his cynical smile gradually disappeared, leaving only seriousness, staring at Mo Liyan and asking.

The young prince changed into loose black clothes, dressed loosely, and his collarbone lines appeared faintly. At this moment, he leaned there calmly, which made him look a little more lazy and noble.

He closed his eyes and rested, his long eyelashes cast a tiny shadow, and his side face was clean and clear. Because of his injury, his skin was a bit sickly pale, his breathing was very light and light, and his beauty was still confusing, but it was a bit more gentle and elegant that could be seen in him.

Seeing that Mo Liyan ignored him, Chu Qing and gritted their teeth and wanted to ask with a firm heart. They stared at the man in front of them and kept walking: "My lord Wei Xinglie has told me this time. According to my lord's scheming and means, if it were the case, there would never be any mistakes in the past!"

"I was accidentally attacked by an assassin and was escorted back to the palace secretly against the order and was escorted back to the palace privately." Chu Qing and frowned with a calm face and frowned in confusion: "How could such a mistake happen to you, sir? Do you know what you are doing?"

After talking for a long time, Chu Qing and the others found that the person on the soft couch had no reaction at all, and they felt even more angry: "Sir, have you heard me speak?"

In Chu Qing and his angry expressions, Mo Liyan finally nodded lightly, his expression had not changed much, and he was very indifferent.

Chu Qing and: “…”

He was even more angry.

"Sir, who or what are you doing?" This made Mo Liyan ignore the overall situation.

The young prince raised his eyes, his slender eyelashes slightly raised, dyed some sunny light golden endings, and his pupils were beautiful and deep, as deep as the frozen pond. He glanced at Chu Qing and a glance, opened his mouth, and said in the most plain tone that did not contain any emotions: "No."

Chu Qing and speechless.

"Why are you, sir!"

Listening to this question, Mo Liyan narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes slightly, and gently tapped his fair fingertips twice. His eyes were cold and bewitching. The dangerous light fell in his eyes: "I want to know why, too."

Because Lingbai was distracted.

Because the antidote for Lingbai was delayed.

He also wants to know,

Why exactly?

What exactly is that person worth his doing?

This is something that Mo Liyan can't figure it out at all.

In the end, he can only attribute it to,

This is a gadget he picked up from the roadside on a whim, and it is also a pet he is temporarily interested in. If he really dies because of the Heart Control Gu, he might feel a pity.

But in Chu Qing and his ears, Mo Liyan didn't want to say anything at all. He sighed and knew that he could not force it, so he could only pack up his things. "I don't care what the Lord is, but please put the overall situation first before everything is settled before everything is settled."

Mo Liyan smiled faintly, casually cold: "I know." As he said that, he said again: "You go down."

Chu Qing nodded and walked out.

All the people in the dormitory were sent back by Mo Liyan. He leaned alone on the soft couch for a while, then stood up with one hand and walked slowly to the window.

His black shirt was loose and confusing, with a bit of lazy and noble style, while his eyes were indescribably sharp, as if the chill was pouring out of thousands of miles.

There won't be a next time.

One mistake and lesson is enough.

Mo Liyan told himself this in his heart.

In a blink of an eye,

Dragon Boat Festival has arrived.

The nights in Kyoto of Dachu seem even more prosperous due to the arrival of the festival.

The entire Kyoto is shrouded in the night, and the glorious and prosperous scene is still brightly lit.

The atmosphere of Dragon Boat Festival is strong, with hawkers shouting one after another, with melons, fruits, fish and meat, and the racks are filled with rows of fresh vegetables and fruits.

The smiling people happily took the fish and meat they had just bought, and led their children to look around on the streets of the festival.

The dragon boat racing on the river is in full swing, and the five dragon boats are like dragons playing in the water, flying gracefully.

The warriors waving the oars are thriving and striving forward every minute.

The fragrance of rice dumpling leaves is full of joy.

Young women wearing silk skirts linger in front of Dragon Boat Festival jewelry. All kinds of jewelry and sachets are colorful, and they are hard to choose.
Chapter completed!