Chapter XXXVIII
"What are you going to do, Musa?" Looking at Mousa Ren with a sharp smile, Han Xi felt so strange for the first time.
"Stupid and cold, don't you understand?" Mu Saren shook his head and explained helplessly, "These two people came to Xiliang after Mo Xi, don't you really imagine the intentions of those two people?" β
"Spying on information?" Han Xi frowned and said softly.
"It's not that simple, don't forget that the Ice Country is a country that advocates force, and it is definitely not easy for a country that can survive surrounded by the three powerful countries of Moxi, Xiliang, and Turkic."
Looking at his cousin's suddenly serious face, Mousaren said softly, "What's more, those two princes, although that little ghost is powerful, he is still young and immature, compared to his brother, it is much trickier." β
"Chill, don't be too lax, you are the one who wants to be the king."
For the first time, Han Xi felt a heavy pressure because of Mousaren's words, "But I'm really not sure if I'm the right person to be a good king." β
"Chilling." Mu Saren's voice suddenly became serious, "You have to remember that you are the only king of Xiliang, whether it is Turkic or Moxi, you are my only king." β
"Mousa ......"
A cold smile swept away the gloom that seemed a little unconfident before, "So Mousa forgave me?" β
"Stupid."
Moussarian's face was stunned for a moment, then reddened, I never blamed you, stupid......
"Ignore you, I'll go first."
Musaren left such a sentence and ran away first.
"Musa." Hanxi, who wanted to chase after him again, looked up and saw Mo Lian, he smiled and said hello, "Xiaolian, are you still used to it?" β
Although his eyes were gloomy, this slight flaw did not hide Mo Lian's own dazzling brilliance at all, "It's gentle, isn't it?" β
Mo Lian's words made Han Xi a little puzzled, feeling the silence of the other party, Mo Lian smiled and explained, "Although you always seem very willful, Mu Sa is the one who cares about you the most." On the surface, he always asks for you again, but in fact, he is good to you from the bottom of his heart. β
"The tenderness of Mousa is clumsy and childish, and the chill you will feel slowly." Even though she is blind, Mo Lian, who has experienced betrayal and pain, obviously sees it more clearly than Hanxi and Moussaren.
"I ......" just spoke, but Han Xi found that he could not say a word, he had always thought that he was the one who knew Mousaren best, but now he realized that in a sense he did not know anything about Mousaren.
"I might be irresponsible to say this, and it will make you think that I am running away from my baggage. But Muses is the one who deserves your care and protection, do you understand what I mean? β
Not far away, Mousaren's face has always been bright, showing a hint of gloom, that's it, what is missing is such tenderness and attention.
For what?
What is she missing compared to Mo Lian?
Is it because she doesn't have that person's gentleness, that person's sympathetic experience, that she must fail?
"Cold, no matter how chic it is on the surface, you will definitely not know the sadness behind Musa."
Muttering these words softly, Mo Lian looked at the thoughtful cold and left.
"Brother Mo Lian, do you have anything to do with me?"
Although it is still a little immature, the young man's wheel corridor is absolutely beautiful, and he already has the most dazzling everything.
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Lian hesitated a little, not knowing how to speak.
"Brother Mo Lian, what are you going to say?"
"Qingcheng, I don't know if I have a position to say such things, but I think you should let go."
Hearing this, Zichuan Qingcheng was silent for a moment. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Brother Mo Lian, I don't understand what you mean. β
"You know! Qingcheng, you are a smart person, I don't believe you don't understand. On the contrary, I think you are the one who understands best. After a pause, the tenderness on Mo Lian's face faded and was replaced by unprecedented seriousness, "How long can you stay with him?" β
Zichuan Qingcheng was silent, and he said for a long time, "I know, I know all this better than anyone else." β
"But, no. That kid he, he can't survive without me. β
Qingcheng's eyes were gentle, as if he had thought of something interesting, and even his expression became vivid, "That child is a posthumous child, because of premature birth, his body is extremely weak, and it was at that time that the queen mother entrusted him to me and asked me to take good care of my younger brother." β
"It's really ugly, crumpled mess. I couldn't even believe it, how could such an ugly child be my brother? However, he did give birth to a beautiful black hair, and even if he had just been born, the black jade hair was attractive enough. Later, I grew up with him all the way, and my younger brother was very weak, and even then he was strong enough to support his sick body, like a fool. β
Without interrupting Qingcheng's words, Mo Lian quietly listened to the elder brother talk about everything about his brother and him in a gentle and sad tone.
"For so many years, I have been protecting him, saying that he is a brother, but I am like his father. Whether it's family affection or love, I think there is something stronger between us, something above this. He adores me, and we are everything to each other. Without each other's worldly realms, there is nothing at all. β
"Brother Mo Lian, how do you want me to let go of him like this?"
"Taboo." Mo Lian just spit out two words, "You can't have both the beauties of the country and the mountains, you understand." So, you have to make a choice, a rebellion back then consumed too much of the Ice Country, and you should know what path you should take. β
Qingcheng's beautiful face was stained with a deep haze, and his whole body revealed a sadness as if crying.
"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to the country?" The nails sank deep into the flesh, and the bright red blood stains flowed down, but Qingcheng didn't know it.
"Have you figured it out?" Mo Lian's voice was deeply tired, and he knew that his words would break the peace of the two brothers. However, he also knew that this was a choice they had to make.
Qingcheng didn't answer, his face was so flat that there was no trace of waves, like the most expensive puppet in the Middle Ages, at this moment his delicate and waveless face coincided with his younger brother's immature face.
"Brother Mo Lian, I don't think I can give you a perfect answer in a short time. Because I can't give up both, if I lose either one, then, Zichuan Qingcheng will no longer be Zichuan Qingcheng. β
"There's one more thing I feel I should tell you. Brother Mohan...... Brother Mohan, it seems that he is about to start a coup d'Γ©tat. β
hesitated to tell the information he had just gotten, and sure enough, he saw Mo Lian's stunned expression.
The gentle young man smiled a little bitterly, "This kind of thing has nothing to do with me." I don't care. β
Zichuan Qingcheng glanced at Mo Lian deeply, and then sighed, "In addition, I want to tell you a word, which was told to you by my child." β
Looking at Mo Lian's puzzled face, Qingcheng spoke, "My brother told me that there are two heirs in your body. β
Two heirs?
Before Mo Lian could digest his words, Qingcheng left. The perfect prince, who seems to be the most proud work of God, is the first time to flee in such a panic.
"Tell me, what are you looking for me?" It's still that indifferent appearance, lifeless and can't find any anger, but the arrogance contained in his tone makes the girl opposite feel extremely dissatisfied.
"Sure enough, I still hate you the most, if it weren't for Mo Lian, you thought I wanted to see you?"
"Then what did Brother Mo Lian tell you to tell me?" is still a calm and waveless face, but the tone is a little playful.
"Damn little ghost, is it really a little flawed against your brother?"
In the face of Mu Saren's complaints, Zichuan Bingyue only said lightly, "What exactly do you want to say?" β
"Stop being willful, little ghost. You should know how much pressure you have caused to Qingcheng. β
Saying such words plainly and straightforwardly, Mu Saren looked at Zichuan Bingyue with some provocation.
The plain mask seemed to have some flaws, and he said lightly, "I know." β
"Five years, five years at most."
Facing Mu Saren's puzzled face, the corners of Zichuan Bingyue's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, "My brother can tolerate me for five years at most." β
"I know better than anyone and I am more scared than anyone else, because I know that five years is already our limit. The elder brother, who is about to become an adult at the age of nineteen, will inevitably get married before the crown. At the age of fifteen, I will inevitably marry a powerful man in order to consolidate my brother's royal power. That's all too clear to me. β
Mu Saren was a little surprised by Zichuan Bingyue's understanding, "Now that you understand, why do you have to sink deeper into yourself?" β
"Being able to recognize clearly does not mean that my feelings can also be forcibly separated." With a look of indifference that saw through everything, Zichuan Bingyue said.
"Woman, I don't need you to remind me of what I've known for a long time. I just wanted to tell you that I see you just as unhappy. β
Such an indifferent face, but said such sharp words, which made Moussaren feel even more angry, as if wearing a mask, Zichuan Bingyue continued, "This world always likes to reject heretics, and we are all the same. It's because I can't see through your future that I hate you. β
"Me too." Mousaren smiled and said this, although the two people with similar personalities seemed to tell each other's sympathy in their own way.
"I don't understand what you're thinking, but you have to remember, whether it's Xiliang's coldness, or Mo Xi's Mo Han, in short, my king is my brother."
Before he could figure out what Zichuan Bingyue was trying to say, Mu Saren heard him say something unrelated to him, "Have you ever played chess?" β
Because his uncle himself has foreign blood, Mu Saren naturally understands the things of the foreigners, "I know the Tao, but what I like more than that kind of thing is Go." β
Looking at the girl's casual face, Zichuan Bingyue said, "Do you know what I am called the queen of the Ice Country?" β
Moussa looked at him, almost blurted out, isn't it because you are the one below? However, after thinking about it, she thought that what Zichuan Bingyue wanted to express should not be such a simple thing.
"In chess, the strongest piece is not the king, but the queen. It is the strongest chess piece that has equal power with the king and protects the king in all aspects. And that's what I'm playing, and all I have to do is protect my king. β
Looking at Mu Saren's puzzled face, Zichuan Bingyue said impatiently, "Don't you know what I mean?" Now that you have decided on your own king, you should at least give yourself a position. β
Positioning?
Mu Saren was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, she smiled and said, "Sure enough, you are a thoughtful ice prince, I shouldn't underestimate you." β
"It's disgusting." He responded with a nonchalant look at Moussa Ren's words of gratitude, intending to leave before she blew her hair.
"Little ghost, I'll give you a piece of advice." The bright voice of Moussa Ren behind him, with a little imperceptible pity, "Stop being willful, one day you will lose everything." β
Sometimes the more you have, the more painful it is when you lose it.
"I knew that day would come sooner or later."
"That day, it will definitely be sooner than you think."
Zichuan Bingyue's figure was stunned, and his voice was still a little self-deprecating, "This is really the most terrible thing I've ever heard......"
These chapters don't seem to have made much progress, but in fact, they are talking about daily life, although Mo Lian is not a king, but he is almost all surrounded by heirs to the throne, and everyone has a different choice. The power of the king really makes people lonely, right......