Chapter 25 The peach branch is enchanting

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. Sure enough, it's a delicate beauty that people can't take their eyes off, just like you. ”

The smile of the noble boy in the gorgeous clothes was shallow, and he looked like a flashy and earthly uninhibited son, and he lightly picked up a strand of black hair between Mo Lian's ears. Mo Lian smiled enchantingly, he gently held the presumptuous arm on him, and his smile became more and more charming.

"Please stop in moderation, the little boy of the Cui family."

The man in the fancy costume hid his increasingly surprised expression, "I didn't expect you to see through it at a glance, so you have to do this?" Do you really not choose to cooperate with us? ”

The enchanting voice echoed in Mo Lian's ears, it was the temptation of the devil.

"It's a shame that I don't have the will. Neither you nor the big man should dismiss this idea as soon as possible. He smiled and said polite words that made people not jump out of the way, but there was an unquestionable negation in this obedient words.

"Sometimes it's really hard to figure out, whether it's you, it's that person. It's all such an unexpected existence, because it's a much-anticipated expectation, so it's superior? Isn't that arrogant? The man in a gorgeous dress, although he smiled extremely softly, had a condensed edge.

Mo Lian faintly forgot about him before he spoke, "Your remarks are too arbitrary, whether it's me or that person, we never care about those things that have nothing to show for themselves, how beautiful and glamorous is the aura under the gaze?" That's just one side of the story. I have said that I have no intention of joining your struggle, but am my intentions not clear enough? ”

The moment he turned around and wanted to leave, he was pulled by the hem of his long clothes, and the moment he looked back, he saw the man's almost lonely face, "The two are really exactly the same, they are indeed damn arrogant." Don't you really want revenge? Did they do such an excesses to you and your mother, and just silently admit it? Are you really not afraid of the cold heart of your dead mother? ”

Mo Lian was silent for a long time before he raised his head and responded in a low voice, "What does it matter? My father and mother have both passed away, and I don't want to pursue the past anymore. The moment my mother chose to give birth to me, it meant that my life was above all else for her, and she just wanted me to live. And I, I just want to see how far that man can go, that's all I have to offer. ”

"It's really irresponsible, it's just weakness, let yourself be by that man's side, even if it's so undignified, you have to stay by his side. Are you worthy of him like this? Even if you haven't thought about yourself, haven't you thought about avenging him? ”

The man's voice can be called hoarse at this moment, abandoning his handsome and elegant appearance, and the inside is nothing more than that.

Mo Lian lightly shook off his hand pulling the sleeve of his robe, and looked at him coldly without the slightest emotion, his eyebrows were flat and erect, and his thin lips were tightly twisted to give people a sense of oppression that was too sharp, "There is no need to do anything superfluous, I will not go to the Cui family to defect." In other words, this is my revenge, so everything is in my hands, and whoever gets in my way will die. ”

Elegantly left Cui Yunfeng with a dashing and excessive back, and the little boy who the Cui family regarded as a treasure finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed loudly, "It's really worthy of being the person you taught single-handedly, what kind of revenge is it?" I'm really looking forward to it. ”

Just walked out of the Cui family, and ushered in the heroic and elegant eighth prince. To be honest, I have been saying it for so long, but the person Mo Lian can't figure out the most is still this Eighth Prince, who seems to be more gentle and approachable than anyone else.

Of course, what he hates most is this man who always wears a gentle mask, but behind his back, he strategizes and deploys everything in an orderly manner.

What is he doing in front of him now? Aren't you afraid that you will kill him on impulse?

In fact, this is just Mo Lian's idea for a while, I have already said before that Mo Yixiao is a man who makes him feel unpredictable now, he has clearly planned for many years but gave up his dream of being an emperor, what is this for? Has the throne that came from stepping on the man's corpse now stopped because of the death of the Thinker?

What is such a willful and unreasonable approach? What was that man's sacrifice?

The people of the Mo Xi royal family are really a bunch of out-and-out madmen......

"With a murderous expression, it's really rare to see you like this, why do you want to kill me?" The voice is gentle, and the smile is soft, making people feel like bathing in the spring breeze.

Mo Yixiao's gentle temperament, coupled with his unrivaled family background and appearance, is generous enough to become the hottest character among girls. Compared with Mo Han, the idol of a girl in Beijing, this kind of Mo Yixiao has the most support from those high-ranking officials, who always stutter about this powerful eighth prince, and always want to sacrifice their daughter and get something.

"It's still so easy to be seen through by others, and the time spent with that person is not too short, how can you still be so naïve."

The cold blade suddenly crossed Mo Yixiao's neck, Mo Lian raised her cold cheeks and gritted her teeth and asked word by word, "What qualifications do you have to mention now?" Mo, Yi, Xiao! ”

I almost wanted to kill him immediately, I had never had such a burning hatred, so deep that it almost burned my entire heart.

Mo Yixiao didn't move, and even the gentle smile on his face didn't change a bit. His voice was as gentle as a whisper of sympathy, "Who do you think is the person who has stayed with you the longest time?" ”

He responded softly, and the next moment he avoided the cold blade of the young man's neck like lightning.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile without kindness, "Fifteen years!" Fifteen years have passed since he left home and was rescued by me! That family mate has been by my side for so long, and almost obliterates all the impression that Madame Sumire has left on me. He always mocked my gentle pretense, saying that I was deceiving myself with the seed of gentleness given by Lady Sumire. I didn't understand it before...... But now ......"

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yixiao's face was tired like never before. The eighth prince, who has always been gentle and incomparable, is like a lost and dazed child at the moment, but the person who followed him closely in the past and looked for him to return home will never come back......

"I knew I didn't have the qualifications, but it wasn't until I got what I wanted that I realized how naïve I was. I've lost something for something that's not necessary, whether it's my brother or my brother...... At the end of the day, there's nothing left......"

A punch slammed into Mo Yixiao's face, Mo Lian could no longer suppress her violent mood, and roared angrily, "What is this? What are you doing by doing this? Mo Yixiao, anyone can regret it! But only you can!! ”

Fifteen years? Now tell me what you have spent all this time for?

Mo Yixiao, you can't regret it, once you deny it, what is the chaotic sacrifice?

"You're right, anyone can regret it, but I can't. Because I am not qualified to do this, willfulness is too extravagant, and there will never be someone who tolerates me like that. ”

Like a soft-spoken exclamation, Mo Yixiao looked at Mo Lian quietly, and said softly, "I know why he likes you so much, those eyes are really exactly the same as the pure white and innocent little master who left home back then." Even if it was me, I never thought of you as a shadow of Lady Pangyan, because you can't find the color of Madame Pangon in your eyes......"

"It's late, don't you think it's too late to say this now? Mo Yixiao, I never knew that you were so naïve. Mo Lian sneered and looked at the Eighth Prince, who looked like a defeated rooster.

His smile was a little disdainful and arrogant, and a blood-red robe made him more and more difficult to approach, as if the beauty with the crown was still there.

"Mo Yixiao, you are not qualified to retreat. And I, I'm going to end it all ......"

The young man's smile rippled, demagogic gloomy and enchanting.

"Mo Yixiao, I will let you watch the fall of this decadent dynasty......" The young man smiled enchantingly, and his soft tone was a little ruthless that no one knows.

"This can be regarded as a punishment for me......" Mo Yixiao smiled bitterly, "Do you enjoy the boundless loneliness?" ”

I am not qualified to see him, this is his punishment for me.

I am the king, and he is the minister. I will be faithful, and he will give me loyalty. I want everything from him, but I don't want that heart......

It's just that I've planned and drawn up a plan early in the morning, so what right do I have to be sad?

I happened to think of the innocent boy at the beginning, and the young man's voice was clear, and he was reading, "Where is Zhongnan?" There is a plum. The gentleman stops, and the fox in brocade clothes. Yan is like Wodan, and his king is also ......"

What is the end of the south? There is a plum.

The gentleman stops, and the fox in brocade clothes.

Yan is like Wu Dan, and his king is also good.

What is the end of the south? There is discipline and hall.

The gentleman is the end, and the black clothes are embroidered.

Peiyu will not forget the life test.

"Yan is like Wu Dan, and his king is also good."

Muttering softly, the always gentle and incomparable Eighth Prince turned around and fled in embarrassment, his figure was tired and sad that he had never had. The next day, the power-leaning Eighth Princes left the Moxi Dynasty, away from the darkness and the absolute royal power that had already been in their hands, and exiled themselves to the ethereal countryside......

Mo Lian's face was glowing with cold light, and he shook his head angrily, Mo Yixiao, is this your choice?

Sure enough, I should have killed you at that time.

During this time, although Mo Lian lived in King Gong's mansion, he made up his mind to work against Mo Han, going out early and returning late all day long, and having fun with those high-ranking officials.

He will no longer obey Mo Han's orders, like a wild horse on the loose, and there is nothing that can restrain him again.

After the conversation collapsed again, Mo Han's cold eyes met Mo Lian's blue phoenix eyes, which also did not contain a trace of emotion. The once veined affection has long been frozen in a bloody color, and it can no longer be found.

"It's disgusting, don't you feel dirty by playing with your cheap charm to bewitch men? Or have you always been a lowly embryo? ”

"So what?" Mo Lian blinked, and asked him indifferently, "Mo Han, don't interfere with me. ”

"Who do you think you are?" The sharp eyes pierced Mo Lian's heart, but the words he said were enough to make his already bloody heart even more fragmented, "The son of the Shanghuang who crowned Jinghua? No kidding! The whole world knows that you are just a male prostitute! ”

Mo Lian's originally cold face became a little pale for a moment, and his petal-like lips were pale to an incredible degree, but it was just a snap of his fingers, and he returned to his former charm, smiling softly with a thousand styles.

"I said it, don't get in my way!"

The blade quickly poked out of the sleeve and instantly landed on the man's face, Mo Han reflexively grabbed Mo Lian's wrist and chuckled disdainfully.

"Mo Lian, you can't kill me." The 'Ice Boy' who is famous in the rivers and lakes has a little disdain on his face, and he is still so arrogant.

Mo Lian smiled, his smile was faint, as if he was still the innocent boy who was pure and innocent.

"You're wrong, Mo Han, there's nothing I can't lose, I've already had nothing, it's you who lose......"

You will never have nothing, because you stubbornly protect the treasure in your hand, and I am not, there is nothing in this world that can imprison me.

The spring sun is still shining, and it is very warm and comfortable on the body. In a trance, Mo Han felt that it was like this many years ago. At that time, the afternoon sun was bright and bright, and the young man's soft smile was gentle and harmless, and it was simple and unbearable, but where did that innocent young man go?

For a moment, Mo Han felt as if he would never see the cowardly and gentle boy he had been......

What did he lose in those casual moments?