The little face was pale and saluted Ran Bai.

This is the first time they have seen Ranbai in Molin Palace for so long.

The new emperor looks so beautiful...

But it's also very scary.

The boy knelt on the ground tremblingly, thinking crazy about whether he had any mistakes before, and his heart was already cold.

"You scared them." Mo Lin was not panicked at all, and sat in his seat, smiling and said, playing with a mahjong in his hand. After thinking for two seconds, he sincerely sent an invitation to Ranbai: "Will you go together? Play cards."

Mo Lin, who found a new world, recommended to Ranbai An.

"..." Ranbai glanced at the lonely white strip on his head that was fluttering in the wind and asked him, "Slave illness?"

"Are you polite?"

The people kneeling beside him looked frightened and a little envious. Unexpectedly, Mo Fangjun got along like this with the new emperor on weekdays. Wuwuwu is worthy of being the most favored man!

Ranbai flicked his sleeves with his fingers, leaned on the chair beside him lazy and expensively, with his slender legs crossed, and said lightly: "You guys keep going."

Several teenagers looked at each other, and were watched by Ranbai for playing cards. They were under too much psychological pressure, but no one dared to refute them. They could only return to their seats with grievances. They sat upright, like three good students.

Mo Lin looked at the people sitting upright, and then looked at Ranbai.

#Thank you for invitation, seriously affecting the game experience

A new round begins.

The boy's hands holding mahjong were trembling, his voice was soft, and he did not have the aura of screaming and laughing wildly on the table and slapped the mountains and rivers.

After all, not everyone can be as calm as a dead person under Ranbai's gaze.

Mo Lin continued to express his conspiracy without changing his face, and turned a blind eye to the eyes behind him.

Ranbai looked at it for a while, then walked forward and stood beside Mo Lin.

Mo Lin paused and thought, "I can see this."

Surely not.

He thought about it and took out a card and was about to play it.

But it was held down by a slender, cold and hard hand, and then forced back.

"You made a mistake." Her voice was as cold as winter ice cubes collided with each other, and a faint chill was revealed. Then she picked up another piece of mahjong and played Mo Lin directly: "This one should be released."

Mo Lin's eyebrows hopped.

Then this one,

Mo Lin lost.

He grinded his teeth, kept smiling, and then glared at the darkness with a calm expression, smiling without a smile.

The new emperor's face was completely ignored.

The others looked at each other and did not dare to stick a note to Mo Lin, so they asked Ranbai to do it.

Mo Lin really wanted to ask in his heart, where is the backbone?

Ranbai didn't refuse, and picked up a note from the side casually, then looked at Mo Lin from top to bottom, as if he was thinking about where the sticker was more appropriate, and the smile in the peach blossom eyes was unclear.

Mo Lin had a bad premonition.

The new emperor put it on his chin and tied a bow, which looked like a cat with a collar.

Mo Lin gritted his teeth in anger.

Next.

Mo Lin kept losing and losing, his face tied with a bow.

He was sure that this was definitely a good thing Ran Bai did.

Even if he doesn't know how lucky he is, he will never be able to reach this level.

"Don't say it, it's pretty good."

"?" Mo Lin: "Does anyone say it?"

"Get a hand and compete fairly." He licked his lower teeth, pressed his bow on his face, and said expressionlessly, and his usual gentle smile disappeared.

"OK."

then,

Mo Lin also set off a path of no return for Ranbai to play cards.

Others were frightened.

Help.

They never dreamed that one day they would play cards with the new emperor!

He is worthy of being a Mo Fangjun!

#The Light of the Right Way

Ranbai leaned there slantedly, his red robe was loose and romantic, and he couldn't sit well. He was lazy and evil and got to his bones. He was playing with a small piece of mahjong in his hand and threw it out at will.

One hand, two hand, three hand...

In the end, there was no place on Mo Lin's face.

He looked at Ranbai's clean face and fell into a confused silence.

"Are you cheating?" Mo Lin questioned.

Ranbai sneered and mocked: "You don't know how to do it yourself, don't think of others as stupid."

"After all, not everyone is like you." She was slow, with a cold tone and mocking: "You said yes, Bangjun?"

"Let's fight." Mo Lin took a deep breath, "Life and Death."

The person who is silently serving as a background board:??!

Is this what they can hear?

Isn’t the new emperor so angry?

Ranbai said with a oh, and laughed, "What, you live to the death? OK."

"?"

#Can't refute.

But in the end, no one killed anyone, but they were injured, but Mo Lin was a little more miserable.

"Can you afford to kick my waist and break it?" Mo Lin took drugs on a daily basis and teared the bow on his face in the mirror, saying angrily.

"What are you afraid of?" Ranbai didn't take it seriously, "It's good to break it."

“…”

After tearing off so many notes, Mo Lin's face still had some red marks. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down so that he could not turn around and fight Ran Bai again.

He endured it.

Can't beat it.

calm.

"Pity my handsome face." Mo Lin sighed.

"It's so ugly that no one is."

"go out!"

fed up.

"Why are you angry?" Ranbai frowned, "Aren't I telling the truth?"

“???”

#Give you a face

#truth?!

Mo Lin was so angry that his soul almost broke away from the shell and left this world.

…

Two days later,

Gu Jingxian entered the palace to meet him and let him go all the way.

Ranbai got the news and said nothing. She leaned on the chair in the imperial study room casually, hiding half of her face in the half-bright light and shadow, with a deep outline, a bit depressed and arrogant romantic.

When Gu Jingxian came over, he only saw such a scene, which vaguely overlapped with the original shadow.

Maybe it has never changed from beginning to end.

The others had already been shut out in the imperial study room, and the voice seemed particularly cold and low, like the chill of ice cubes colliding.
To be continued...