Perhaps compared to Nalan Ziting, his cousin's life is really comfortable, that is the only child of Xiliang Khan, who was born with the most noble identity, and his childhood sweetheart's cousin accompanied him all the way.

Even if the palace is chaotic, so what?

No matter how gloomy it is, there is always such a person to protect him, and the darkness is always far away from him, and it can be said that he can't see half a minute.

has the love of his parents and a little cousin to shelter him from the wind and rain, he is really happy.

It's so happy.

It's just like that person.

That Liu family's Dusk Song County Lord, heh, it's time to say that it's Princess Gong now.

Mo Lian shook her head, secretly sighed that she had no interest, and clearly told herself not to think about it, why bother to remember the things that had already passed, and make herself unhappy for no reason.

The most important thing now is to think about the current situation, Mo Xi and Xiliang had a battle many years ago, it was that battle that Xiliang was defeated miserably, and it was that war that made his parents know and fall in love.

A qiē all stems from that war.

It's all bad fate.

The war was fought in a hurry, and Emperor Moxi detained the Empress Xiliang at that time, so Xiliang was already a dwarf, and the Turks, who had been friends for generations, did not help for some reason.

But this time is different, not to mention that Mo Xi's power is not as good as it was back then, just talking about Xiliang and the Turkic coalition army, it can already be said to be the most perfect lineup.

But no matter what, this is a decisive battle, and this battle is a decisive one.

This war has given people not only a growth, but also a lot of devastation.

Now Mo Lian's identity is not the same as before, not that he has become a prince and has a title, but that he has a sense of worrying about his children as a father.

If you don't have a family, you don't know that rice, oil, and salt are expensive, and if you don't raise children, you don't know your parents' kindness.

From the moment he knew that the two children were in his own body, his state of mind had quietly changed, and the weight of life was far more important than anything else.

Nalan Ziting once told him, he said, "Brother Mo Lian, do you hate Cousin Mo Han? ”

Hate? Love?

If you don't love, how can you hate?

How did he answer at the time?

It's nothing more than a faint smile, gentle and lonely.

"Hate."

He said that word so firmly.

How not to hate? How not to hate?!

Mo Han had a deep affection for him back then, and even accelerated the chaotic death with Mo Yixiao, he hurt him, insulted him, and trampled on him.

How not to hate, and how not to hate?

"Then why did you give birth to him? If you hate him, he will be your enemy. Would you really love it? If you don't love him, if you don't love the child in your womb, why did you give birth to him? Children who are destined to not be loved should be strangled in the beginning. ”

Ten-year-old Nalan Ziting, who grew up in the love of his brother, loves and hates, loves and hates, sorrows and joys are so distinct, so intense, and the fire will burn people if it is too close.

"Because he's my child."

Mo Lian's words were so light.

A thousand mistakes, even how much I hate him, there is a premise, he is my child.

My child, that's the only reason I love him.

It is also because he became a father that his mood has changed completely, because of the misfortune of his childhood, he has always hoped that his children can always be the same in the world.

Yes, the happiest one qiē.

But how can the original vow be fulfilled now?

Mo Lian's childhood was lonely and she never felt the pain of war, and now that the war between Xiliang and Mo Xi has detonated, her father, uncle and aunt, who have been with Mo Yan since childhood, have all come to the battlefield, although he asked Weiyu and Hanxiao to take the children and accompany them to travel and play.

But as the war expands, how can it not be known?

The suffering of the war, his children are still so young, Mo Lian doesn't want them to be forced to grow up so early.

He will not let Mo Han snatch his child, no matter what the purpose, he will not let the flesh and blood separate.

Sighing deeply, Mo Lian thought that her eldest son was too precocious, and his words and deeds did not look like a child at all, but he was indeed like Mo Han in terms of personality.

He knew that he had come to Yangcheng, and naturally he would understand the danger, and Rao had to take care of his younger brother who was not yet sensible.

Compared with Mo Li, who is delicate, he really cares less about this free and precocious eldest son, and now he feels ashamed to think about it.

But putting aside his own treasure, thinking about the cousin who is still in Yangcheng now, Mo Lian knows that the purpose of his uncle letting his cousin come to Yangcheng this time is for the trial.

Indeed, this cousin who grew up in the palace is afraid that he is not as deep as his thoughts.

Growing up in Prince Gong's Mansion since he was a child, what he learned is to look at people's faces and do things with eyes, which is what a subordinate should do.

As for Yicui Building, there are thousands of eyes staring at him in the building, although he is protected by Mo Yixiao and Mo Yixiao, but he always has to learn to deal with it alone.

Yes, learn to grow up alone.

When he was in Prince Gong's mansion, he was just a dull baby who didn't like to talk and didn't smile, but he didn't say anything in Yicui Building, but he should do it, practice dancing, literacy, reading, and dealing with people and even guests in the building, Mo Lian is no longer the original Mo Lian.

But the cold is still the same cold as at the beginning, with warm eyebrows and eyes, and he is still a handsome young man when he first met.

Mo Lian sighed, planning to sleep for a while, and the others were planning tomorrow morning.

At that time, Nalan Zichen at the other end guarded the most exquisite water pavilion in the entire imperial city, and stopped there alone to be the loneliest king.

The place where the recital was supposed to be in the Qinling Palace, but he stayed away from the main hall and came to the Water Pavilion.

The reason for this is none other than for that person.

The Water Pavilion used to be the residence of Nalan Zichen's own brother Nalan Ziting, but Nalan Ziting was glued to his brother's side all the year round, and his brother's long-term meal ticket was almost all in his brother's Lanyue Palace, almost making people forget that his bedroom was in the Water Pavilion.

In fact, Nalan Ziting himself is extremely disgusted with the Water Pavilion, the Water Pavilion is the most exquisite building in the Imperial City, elegant and light, but it also seems a little feminine anyway, if it is suitable for the princess to live, it will be sarcastic to live in Nalan Ziting.

The sound of the door opening was crisp, and the person who came in was dressed in black, and between his eyebrows and eyes was indescribably beautiful, and such a dazzling beauty even illuminated the entire dark night.

"Brother Qingcheng."

The young man's voice was crisp, and his black phoenix eyes were clean and clean.

Have you ever seen the joy of an emperor?

That kind of pure joy burst out in Nalan Zichen's eyes, Yueli had never seen such pure joy in Nalan Zichen. Protecting Yueli had long forgotten how happy Nalan Zichen was.

But "My name is Ming'er, what's your name?" ”

The cyan dance clothes fluttered, like the lightness of the first bloom of a lotus flower.

The first dancer of the year was there, and Mo Han looked at him, watching him spin tirelessly in circles and circles.

Reaching out to grab his cyan sleeve, he found that the person in front of him was flying away like smoke.

There was no moment of consciousness clearer than now, it turned out that the qiē in front of him was just a dream, but it was precisely because it was a dream that he indulged himself to chase and retain.

The dancing posture is like butterfly wings, and the smile is brighter than the spring flower.

I hadn't seen that person for many years, and I don't think he had ever smiled so happily at a moment.

The moment he woke up from the dream, Mo Han's heart was stunned, and the woman next to him was sleeping soundly. This is the treasure he has held in the palm of his hand for many years, and it is the love he has doted on the tip of his heart.