After the perfect performance, Mi Chao walked off the stage, while Mo Lian went backstage to change her dance clothes.

The moment she walked off the stage, Mo Lian's eyes were black and she almost fell to the ground. During this time, Mo Lian was really tired, and Mo Han's lack of pity for him and the erosion of the body by the drugs he took made his already not very healthy body weaker and weaker. The burnout brought about by the high-intensity performance just now is overwhelming at this moment.

Mo Lian bit her lip tightly, trying her best to maintain her clarity. There's a solo dance next, and you can't do anything until then.

"Childe." Smiled timidly.

The lively and cheerful little girl looked at Mo Lian with a distressed face, and Mo Lian smiled faintly, "Smile, don't worry about the son's troubles." ”

"Childe, why do you have to wronged yourself like this?"

The voice that has always been excited is puzzled, and the big watery eyes seem to be hung with water stains.

Mo Lian wanted to say something, but was called away by the little boy who urged him, rubbed his smiling hair helplessly, and turned around and walked to the stage with heavy steps.

"Young Lord."

The low and charming voice has already captured people's hearts just by virtue of this low voice.

Mo Han looked up at the person in front of him, dressed in red clothes in full swing, and his clothes were fluttering like fire. The face is gorgeous. A pair of peach blossom eyes full of autumn water, the eyes seem to be drunk but not drunk, like bent but not bent, even if they are unintentional, they are affectionate.

The person who came was the red-carded little man of Yicuilou, and the beauties of Jinghua were chaotic.

"What are you looking for this king?"

Glancing at him, his cold voice was marked with obvious disdain.

"Young Lord, you know what you know."

"Hmph, if you don't say this, how can this king know the Tao?"

Xiumei's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but after a moment, the confusion regained that bewitching and charming smile, "Young Lord, Huang'er is like my child, so now I naturally want to ask you what you think of Huang'er." ”

Mo Han's sharp eyes flashed, and he looked at the water-colored figure dancing on the lookout, "The water sleeves of Tsing Yi are dancing, and the blue eyes are flowing to know Shanghuang, and he is indeed the son of Shanghuang who moves the world." ”

A faint sentence just rightly mentioned the confusion, Mo Lian's lowly and smiling identity.

As if he hadn't heard the disdain in Mo Han's mouth, there was always a mysterious smile on his chaotic face, "Young Lord, do you know why I have to work so hard to cultivate Huang'er?" ”

The mockery on Mo Han's cold face was even worse, "The beauty is chaotic, and the legend of Yicui in the crown of Jinghua is crowned." However, no matter how beautiful you are, there will be a day when the beauty will be in the twilight of the day, so cultivating him in this way is just to plan for your future. ”

The beauty chuckled, as if she was mocking the shallow nature of the intelligent Young Master Gong, but what he said had the meaning of being incorrect, "Young Lord, have you really taken a good look at Huang'er's eyes?" ”

Naturally, seeing a trace of stiffness on Mo Han's face, he continued, "You're right, I did have my own plan to rescue Huang'er at the beginning, but what really moved me was Huang'er's eyes, the blue Danfeng was beautiful and clear like a wave of clear pools. When I first noticed his eyes, those turquoise eyes revealed confusion, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a descending immortal in the world, with a sense of despair that could not be returned. Even if he grew up in this filthy Yicui Building later, those beautiful eyes were still clear and clear without the slightest dust, and they were a pair of very charming eyes. ”

The charming peach blossom eyes darkened, and she continued, "But, now? Those blue eyes lost even the most luster. Young prince, have you really taken a good look at Huang'er? Do you really take a good look at those charming eyes? ”

Mo Han was silent, he didn't know how to refute the nonsense.

Now Mo Lian is becoming more and more silent, and she is becoming more and more emaciated, and her once affectionate blue eyes can no longer reflect a trace of brilliance, and they are pale like a dark shadow that cannot see the light.

But what does this have to do with him?

Yes, what does Mo Lian have to do with him?

Mo Han knows that what he loves is always his childhood sweetheart, Liu Duge, which is the initial love that has been hidden in his heart for many years.

As for Mo Lian, knowing that he just wanted to use him or returned to Prince Gong's Mansion with him, he deprecated himself, this was just his own choice.

A trace of disdain flashed on Mo Han's cold face, and the cold Danfeng eyes faintly swept over the red-clothed beauty in front of him, "Confused, did Mo Lian ask you to be my lobbyist?" ”

The beauty's smile was overwhelming, and his words changed, "Young prince, did anyone say that your eyes are very similar to Huang'er?" ”

Mo Han was taken aback, as the son of King Gong, Mo Han and his father Mo Hantian's appearance was almost identical, but the narrow phoenix eyes were not as soft as Mo Hantian. Mo Lian inherited the beauty of her mother Mo Jinyan, and her pair of two-leaf phoenix eyes with Western style were amazingly beautiful.

Although everyone knows that Mo Han and Mo Lian are not related by blood, the two pairs of Danfeng are undoubtedly like gods.

The handsome face finally crossed impatiently, "What do you want to say?" ”

The slender Danfeng eyes stared at the charming face in front of him, and the scene of the first meeting was still vivid. At that time, the chaos was not as charming and moving as it is today, clear as a stream, beautiful and thorough.

When he left home and fell, he survived under the protection of the eighth prince. Since then, no one remembers the inconspicuous runaway young master, and everyone covets nothing more than the dazzling beauties of the capital.

Mo Han knows very well that although Shanghuang, who became famous in a dance, is the first beauty in the world that people joke about. However, he knew that if there were no beauties in front of him, Mo Lian would not be able to achieve a climate at all, not to mention that he was far inferior to the chaos of the family in terms of talent, just to say that the ten thousand styles were far inferior to the fledgling stunned boy.

However, men are not satisfied creatures, so even if there is such a stunning beauty, they will still covet freshness, which is one of the reasons why Shanghuang can shake the messy crown and cover Yicui. Therefore, even if there is no phoenix, there will still be any larks and peacocks appearing one after another.

It's just that everyone tacitly understands the fact that no one can transcend the chaos, not even Mo Lian.

Therefore, the iron-clad facts prove that the eighth prince is indeed a unique vision, and he has earned countless gold and silver for him with a single beauty, and has mastered countless underground secrets.

Maybe it was because of the things in the past, Mo Han's eyes flashed with a little emotion, confused, still such a beautiful face......

The red clothes are fluttering, and there are thousands of styles, that is, this style is far beyond Mo Lian, but where is there still the pure and unparalleled appearance in those charming eyes?

Suddenly, I felt that the person in front of me was so similar to Mo Lian.

Thinking of this, Mo Han couldn't help but feel irritable, looking at the water-colored figure in front of the stage, Mo Han's eyes were no longer calm.

Mo Lian ......

Following Mo Han's gaze, he caught the water-colored figure on the stage, "Huang'er, he is different from me, he is clean." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Han felt that the bewitching beauty was chaotic, and his charming eyes were full of admiration.

Snorting disdainfully, Mo Han said in a deep voice, "Clean? How many of the people who grew up in Yicui Building are clean? In this regard, don't you know the beauty of the crown and the emerald best? ”

Laughing wildly, "Young Lord, you know what you know, Huang'er is different from me......"

The beautiful eyes that fascinated thousands of people, filled with sadness and loneliness, but disappeared in an instant in the charming ripples. The chaotic and glamorous smile was shining, "Young Prince, that's all the nonsense, please don't regret it in the future." ”

Looking at the red figure that was gradually moving away, a sneer appeared on Mo Han's face.

What is the charm of this Mo Lian, which makes the beauty and the Eight Emperor Brothers intercede for him.

However, the two people who were so smart didn't think about anything, why should he regret it? Does anyone feel sad and sad about a chess piece?

It was also many years later that Mo Han realized how precious the things that Lu Dao had been disdained by himself were.

Xiao Mo's no-responsibility gossip......

"Ahh I love you!! ”

Xiao Mo wiped his saliva violently and fluttered!

The beauties on the side hid aside in disgust, and Xiao Mo pounced.

Xiao Mo's saliva flowed, "Beauty, beauty, I love you!" Without even looking at Xiao Mo, he flew up and kicked ......

Xiao Mo Lian on the side looked at Xiao Mo, and her voice was timid, "Everyone loves beauty."

Xiao Mo immediately pounced on Xiao Mo Lian, "Son, you have to believe that your mother still loves you the most!" No matter how good the mess is, you don't have as many scenes as you, you are my mother's own son! ”

Confused glanced at Xiao Mo, "The way you love your person is to abuse him?" ”

Gently pulled Mo Lian to the side, and her voice was gentle, "Huang'er, let's ignore her, this woman is a bad person!" ”

"Don't go! Don't go!! Xiao Mo cried and called for the two beauties, but he still didn't keep any of them......

It's just that as soon as she got off the stage, Mo Lian's eyes went black and fell down. Panicked, he hurriedly helped Mo Lian.

The face is as white as paper, and the slender figure seems to be able to turn into a fairy.

"Phoenix ......"

staring coldly at the tall figure behind him, he said sarcastically, "Young Lord, are you satisfied?" ”

Quietly taking Mo Lian from the chaotic hand, Mo Han turned around and left without speaking.

"Ziyu."

With a soft call, a man in fancy clothes walked in, a faint purple robe, and the bookish air emanating from his bones, like the image of a weak and beautiful son. As the saying goes, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the mouth is like cinnabar, which naturally reveals a kind of immortal elegance.

It is not like Mo Lian, the beauty is pure, which makes people yearn for it, and it is not as beautiful as Mo Han, which is prohibitive.

The beauty of the person lies in the kind of temperature that he is close to the person, the beauty is not illusory, the beauty is real and unassuming, which makes people feel excited.

"Ziyu, Ziyu, you are really good at torturing people, what is wrong with that eldest lady in your family?"

The gentle tone, but when he saw the pale young man on the bed, his face changed greatly and he was speechless for a while.

"It's just a joke at the beginning, and it really got you ......"

Glancing at the man in front of him out of the corner of his eye, Mo Han replied lightly, "For the sake of Twilight, he has to be." ”

"Does he have to be?"

The man's voice was trembling, "Ziyu, do you know what you said again?" What does he have to do? You're just going to eat him! ”

"Jiang Ye, don't say it again, I just want him to live."

It turned out that the person in front of him was Jiang Ye, the son of today's 'medical saint' Jiang Feng, who had known Mo Han since childhood, both of them were young heroes, and they had similar interests and had been close friends for many years.

Lowering his eyes, Jiang Ye's voice was low, "You did this, it was too unfair to him, what was wrong with him?" ”

"Jiang Ye, you shouldn't talk so much!"

Mo Han's brows were a little displeased.

"Mohan, you'll regret it......"

Gently put his hand on Mo Lian's slender wrist, Jiang Ye stopped talking.

Regret?

Mo Han's face showed disdain again, why did these people always have to tell him that they would regret it?

Why should he regret it? Why feel sorry for a humble little bastard?

Stupidity......

"Ziyu, I advise you not to torture him anymore." The delicate noble boy had the usual compassion of a healer on his face, "I know what you want to do, but if you don't want him to die, you should treat him well." ”

"Oh?" Mo Han's voice was a little playful, "Isn't that okay?" I thought his greatest strength was that he was hard. ”

Jiang Ye was shocked by Mo Han's words, and his face was cold, "Mo Han, you obviously know what you have done to him!" Mo Lian has always been frail, if he hadn't had Mrs. Jianyan had internal strength back then, where would he have the life to live to this day? Now, you are still tossing him like this, do you sincerely wish he died? ”

Seeing Jiang Ye's annoyed appearance, Mo Han also began to straighten up, "Jiang Ye, hurry up and think of a way, I won't allow him to die." ”

"That's easy to do." Jiang Ye's voice was particularly angry, "Recently, I heard that Gong Xiaowang has received a lot of medical holy products, wouldn't it be good to take out a few random things to replenish Mo Lian's body?" ”

A simple sentence made Mo Han very unhappy, "Then how can it be done?" Those are for Twilight! ”

"Gong Xiao Wangye!" Jiang Ye's voice raised a few degrees, "Don't forget the purpose of finding Mo Lian in the first place!" If you let him die, then there will be no way to return to your heart treasure in the future! ”

"Jiang Ye, are you threatening me?"

"Little prince, Jiang Ye can only say this, you can think about the pros and cons for yourself. Wait a minute, I'll prescribe a medicine order, and you tell your subordinates to grab some medicine for him to recuperate for a while. ”

Mo Han looked at Jiang Ye with a cold face, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Looking at Mo Han's back, Jiang Ye sighed and looked back at the person on the bed, but he didn't want the originally sleeping young man to open his green eyes at some point.

"Mo Lian, are you awake......"

Jiang Ye's voice was a little dry at Mo Lian, after all, he was ashamed of the young man in front of him after all.

"Xiao Ye, I'm fine."

Mo Lian's voice was no longer clear, faintly tired.

Jiang Ye's dark eyes widened, "What's wrong?" Mo Lian, how about Mo Han, why don't I say it? Why are you so self-loving? You know the way ...... you know."

The latter words were swallowed back because of the tired countenance on Mo Lian's face.

When did the boy who was as gentle as water at all times reveal such an expression?

"Xiaoye, I know the truth, but so what? I simply had no room to refuse. ”

"Since he wants it, then I'll give it to him......"

The two were silent for a long time, the atmosphere was very heavy and depressing, and Mo Lian broke the deadlock in the end, "Xiaoye, can you tell me?" What does the young prince want? ”

Jiang Ye's body trembled slightly, he couldn't even face the young man in front of him, and he was powerless to tell him the truth of the matter, because that kind of thing was too cruel......

Smiling slightly, Jiang Ye said softly, "Mo Lian, don't think about it, the most important thing now is to recuperate your body, whether it is the first dancer in the crown of Jinghua or our little Mo Lian in Prince Gong's Mansion, it is all about being healthy and healthy to be likable!" ”

Mo Lian lowered his eyebrows and smiled, he could naturally hear the perfunctory words in Jiang Ye's words and also detect Jiang Ye's kindness, but this time, Mo Lian brushed Jiang Ye's heart.

"Xiao Ye, although Mo Lian is stupid, but Mo Lian is not stupid, what the young prince wants, Mo Lian's heart is better than anything