Chapter 25: Don't hurt me, I don't want to die yet
"A night of light thunder falling on thousands of silk threads, and the lightning floating on the tiles is jagged..." Mu Jin couldn't help repeating while listening to Mo Yan's poem, whispering, looking at Mo Yan's somewhat lonely figure, at this moment he really felt that Mo Yan should not be there
in this world
It was misty and misty, and a little sunshine made the sky look even hazier, and the stunning appearance really seemed to take off.
"You really want to say some good verses," Mu Jin slapped Mo Yan on the shoulder so hard that Mo Yan almost fell over, "Just sit still, why are you showing off your literary talent?"
Mo Yan was speechless and turned pale, "You're just showing off!"
She was just feeling emotional for a moment. Besides, this was not her creation. It was Qin Guan's "Spring Day", and it was made up here. Every time she recited a few lines of ancient poetry casually, these people thought it was her creation.
Okay, Mo Yan is really helpless.
"Really, being good at literature is not a bad thing. Why are you so angry?" Mu Jin smiled awkwardly. In fact, he really liked seeing Mo Yan angry. Mo Yan didn't know it at all. In fact, beautiful women are more attractive when they are angry.
"That's right," Mo Yan changed his previous expression and said quietly, "At least it's better than some people. How can you show off if you don't have any ink?!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Mu Jin raised his hands. He was afraid of Mo Yan. He didn't dare to compete with Mo Yan in literary talent. If Mo Yan 'accidentally' asked an 'easy' question again, then he wouldn't
Can't get off the table?
Mo Yan rolled his eyes. Every time this person wants to say this, he immediately dares to say something else. It's not interesting at all.
In this boring proton house, Mo Yan really didn't know what else to do. After eating and sleeping repeatedly every day, Mo Yan didn't know what else to do.
"Is it time to get out?" Mo Yan glanced at Mu Jin coldly from the corner of his eyes, "I guess he's coming soon."
"As soon as it comes, it will come," Mu Jin couldn't help but feel a little bit of pain in her heart when she heard Mo Yan say this. Because Mu Feng was the royal brother, he always had to avoid it. He closed his eyes slightly and opened them after a while, with a look on his face.
But with a smile on his face, "Can he still kill me?"
"How about giving it a try?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, moved slightly closer to Mu Jin, and breathed into Mu Jin's ear, "What if I fall in love with you?"
Even though she knew Mo Yan was joking, Mu Jin couldn't help but blush. Then she woke up and ran to the side, pretending to be slightly angry, "Don't do any harm, I don't want to die yet."
If the imperial brother really saw Mo Yan treat him like that, he would be disabled even if he was not dead. Mu Jin was a little worried. This little Mo Yan must not go too far. Of course, the emperor loves Mo Yan so much that he would not do anything to Mo Yan.
Then his younger brother will be miserable.
Seeing Mu Jin jumping around, Mo Yan smiled. It was a rare smile. This smile was so captivating that Mu Jin was dumbfounded.