Just now...

He did everything, but never thought that he would fall in love with someone.

He will never stop his blood hatred, and he will definitely win the country.

Countless cold and heavy shackles locked his heart tightly, and moved his whole body with a blow, causing a bone-bone tingling feeling. The deep and long-lasting pain, although not fatal, can never be escaped.

He knelt in front of the nameless monument for two days and two nights before leaving.

When leaving,

Mo Liyan was thinking,

His mother, who was ruthless and bitter rain outside the imperial study room, kowtowed for three days and three nights, and shouted until she couldn't make any noise, just to ask for a meeting with the Lord and a chance to give the Lin family.

The young King Jin stepped on the wind and snow, and broke through the frost.

The expression is always a despicable wind and clouds. It leaves step by step, but it seems like stepping into another world, with unreasonable loneliness and desolation.

The late winter of the 367th century,

A celebration banquet specially prepared for King Jin began, with the joy of life, the delight of life, the joy of wealth, the singing and dancing of peace, and the orchestras of silk and bamboo, which was endless, and it was a prosperous era.

This palace road,

Mo Liyan has traveled countless times, won, lost, hurt, and hated. No matter what time it is, it is not a lifetime of death.

And now,

Every step was moving towards the situation he wanted. He returned from victory, with a prominent prestige in the army and conquered countless hearts of the people, but in a trance, he felt ridiculous and the mountains and rivers were empty and far away.

The cold night wind rolled up a corner of the car curtain. With a glance, I saw a figure in black clothes, just a side face, but it was unparalleled.

Mo Liyan leaned against the soft couch and coughed twice from time to time. The Adam's apple showed a light and light color, but his expression was pathologically pale.

On the night of the previous military operation, he was seriously injured twice and was infected with wind and cold. However, he forced himself to bleed from the enemy's siege. He had a high fever overnight, but he had no time to recuperate and made all subsequent arrangements. Recently, he knelt on the mountain for two nights, and his originally drowsy consciousness became more and more uncomfortable.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned against the soft couch. Three thousand ink hair was scattered behind him, intertwining with coldness and laziness, giving him a breathtaking sense of noble beauty.

The scene around Mo Liyan was just hanging his eyes, closing his eyes to rest, and occasionally coughing twice.

The night wind brought a gentle cold air. The heavy snow had stopped for many days. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of ice and snow. Long ice bulges were hanging, crystal clear.

The majestic palace is overturned by the snow and the slanting moon lightly gathers, presenting the beauty of a prosperous era.

The slender and exquisite girl wore a red dress and walked past the carriage with an expressionless face and left straight away. The clothes were swayed gently in the air, with a flamboyant and cold temperament.

The air seemed to be filled with a faint fragrance of roses, which was almost impossible to detect. It was sent lightly by a night wind, and it floated through a corner of the carriage.

Almost out of an instinctive reaction, Mo Liyan's closed pupils suddenly opened at that moment, then turned his eyes sideways, lifted the curtain with his clear white fingers and looked out.

But in the end,

Nothing can be captured.

It seemed that the heart-pounding sensation and cold fragrance just now were just an illusion.

But how could the heart-wrenching sting at that moment be ignored?

"Stop." Mo Liyan suddenly ordered to speak, his voice calm and dumb, and he felt a sense of inconsistentness.

After hearing the voice of the person in the car, Chu Qi was a little stunned and then said, "Master, you are about to arrive at the hall... You are the protagonist, and you must not miss this banquet today."

"I will go later." Mo Liyan said lightly, and without any hesitation, he lifted the curtain and walked out. He put the black clothes in golden ice inlaid with a thin layer of snow-colored moonlight in the night, which made him look more and more beautiful than a real person.

After coming out of the carriage, the cold air coming from the pavilion made King Jin cough. He endured the discomfort and walked straight in the other direction.

Even if it was an illusion, he wanted to go and see it.

Is it her?

There was no choice but to stand by on time, but I didn’t understand why Mo Liyan’s decision was because of it.

Mo Liyan walked in the palace for unknown long time, and kept following the direction of the carriage. Facing the cold air in the sky, the biting coldness occupied his seriously injured body, making his originally sick and pale face even more bloodless, and he looked bleak and lonely.

Looking around,

The red crepe lanterns are set against the white snow, the bright yellow glazed tiles are covered with snow, the vermilion doors, the high palace walls, the jade buildings, pavilions, pavilions, and palaces are built in extremely luxurious and exquisite style.

But he didn't see the figure he wanted to see.

Is it an illusion?

Mo Liyan was slightly stunned. His eyes, which were always calm and sharp, fell a little unexplained with loss. He stood there for a long time, and finally silently clenched his long fingers that were hanging in his wide cuffs, and turned around and walked back.

And in the distance,

The girl's red dress never stopped at all, fast and cold, and finally jumped onto a carriage, with her long legs slightly bent, waiting for someone lazy and wantonly.

In the main hall,

As the host of today's celebration banquet, Mo Liyan had no intention of paying attention to other things. He sat in his seat, lowered his eyes, leaning against the chair, indifferent and cold, with a captivating dignity, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

But the cold fragrance never dissipates, as if it has been integrated into the bones.

The reward order was issued again and again. Mo Qingcang, who was sitting in the highest position, seemed to be laughing, but in fact his eyes were filled with viciousness.

It's already like this,

Not dead yet!

When he sent Mo Liyan, he just wanted to use the Korean hand to get rid of this evil seed that should not have existed, but he did not expect that he would give Mo Liyan a chance to succeed!

Mo Qingcang was very dissatisfied, but due to this battle, his military achievements were outstanding, he still had to give him a reward.

"Congratulations to the third brother." Mo Rongxuan was dressed in green clothes, gentle and peaceful, picked up the wine glass at Mo Liyan and said with a smile.

"I should congratulate my eighth brother." Mo Liyan's tone was as cool as night water, and he said without any emotion.

During the period when he left Beijing, Mo Rongxuan's actions were the most frequent in the capital.

Contact court officials and form cliques for personal gain.

The imperial family,

No one is simple.

"What are the words of third brother?" Mo Rongxuan's face did not change. He pretended that he couldn't understand Mo Liyan's words, but just smiled slightly.

A celebration banquet ended with the blade and sword rain of words, which seemed to be gorgeous after repeated temptations.

Mo Liyan was the first to leave. After leaving the endless sound of silk and bamboo wind music, he walked into the snow-covered pavilion. When he realized it, he had already stepped in.

For a moment,

Mo Liyan stopped his pace, and the lines on his back were a little stiff and straight.
Chapter completed!