"Brother Mo, long time no see."

Brother Mo, she even called him Brother Mo. Mo Sheng listened to this call, looking at Xu Xiaolan's face as before, the past is vivid, thirteen years, like a dream. They were speechless, and before they could speak, their voices were choked.

Xu Xiaolan's brocade clothes are added, surrounded by pearls and jade, attracting brilliance, and she is more and more called the gloom of Mo Sheng's plain robe, her tactful voice slid from the night, gentle as ever: "Brother Mo, where have you been all these years?" ”

Mo Sheng lowered his eyes, avoiding the brilliance on Xu Xiaolan's body, and said lightly: "Yongding Riverside." ”

"Where's the light dust?" The corners of Xu Xiaolan's mouth floated a hint of playfulness, as if she was smiling and disgusted, "Go back with you too?" ”

Mo Shengyu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and when he heard the teasing meaning in his words, he deliberately put a thin alienation in his words: "Mrs. Blossom, you, ask knowingly." ”

Xu Xiaolan's eyes lifted upward, her eyes wandered over Mo Sheng's picturesque eyebrows, and she looked at it for a long time before she smiled: "What, mentioning your little lover makes you unhappy?" ”

"Madame Blossom, if you misunderstand, you will misunderstand, I don't want to argue with you." Mo Sheng thought of the past, and felt sad, and it was difficult to hide the disappointment in his warm tone, "I just don't understand, Qingchen and you are friends of Jinlan, why do you want to frame her like this?" ”

"Framed?" Xu Xiaolan snorted lightly, grabbed the rose branches and leaves hanging from the rockery, and gently flicked the green vines and red thorns with her fingertips like green onions, "Now that she is the incomparably noble Queen of the Southern Tang Kingdom, how dare I frame her!" ”

"You are the god of Simu, the magnolia mirror was made by you, and you should know its laws better than anyone else!" Mo Sheng's eyes flashed with regret, "Do you know that in order for your Houshu to be prosperous forever, she almost died in ashes!" ”

"But Houshu failed to maintain its prosperity forever, and she did not disappear!" Xu Xiaolan's fingertips snapped off the spikes, and a bead of blood poured out, "I just fulfilled her bitter plan!" ”

"When it comes to scheming, who can match your wisdom?" Mo Sheng looked at the shaking hairpin head phoenix hanging from Xu Xiaolan's sideburns, his lips and teeth were cold, a little bit, and he condensed the tenderness in his heart, "Hou Shu has not been extinguished, you are already the flower lady of the Northern Song Dynasty." ”

"If you didn't break your word, why would I have to do this?" Xu Xiaolan's eyes were slanted, she glanced at Mo Sheng slightly, and then stared at the roses on the vine, rubbing her fingertips on the petals, slowly grinding out the red juice, and then hooking up an arc of coldness on the red lips, like charming and evil, "The flag was erected on the king's city, and the concubine learned about it in the deep palace; 140,000 people were disarmed, and not a single man was a man. Meng Chang is too incompetent, but Zhao Kuangyin is heroic and brave. Becoming a king or defeating a king, let's ask, which woman in the world can escape the king's favor? ”

Mo Sheng knew that Xu Xiaolan had something to say, and unconsciously shook his head gently: "Qingchen she, she is different from you." ”

"Oh?" Xu Xiaolan raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Mo Sheng through the gap between the branches and leaves, "What is the difference between a woman who is also a king?" ”

Mo Sheng looked up at the moon, the moonlight entered his eyes, and the faint thick ink was frozen into cold jade: "What you love is power and grace, but she lives for love." ”

Xu Xiaolan's fingers unconsciously loosened, the green vine bounced up, and the rose petals fell to the ground, and the petals were blood-red. Like broken love, like withered time.

"Since I was a child, what I liked, what I liked, she liked to fight with me!" Xu Xiaolan looked at Mo Sheng, her eyes filled with indignation, as if she was complaining to Mo Sheng, and as if she was talking to herself, "Fight for one thing, fight for one person, and now, you have to fight with me for the world!" Such a person, you actually call it affection? ”