"Cousin Han." Looking at Mo Han's expressionless side face, Liu Duge felt that the cold that she had never felt before kept coming. From the moment she regained her light, the gap that had never been crossed in front of the two of them was constantly expanding.

Is it just because that person gave her a pair of eyes, and she has to pay him a love? This is ridiculous, she Liu Duge never owes Mo Lian anything.

The turquoise pupils flashed with pain and absoluteness, and the bitterness contained in them was even indistinguishable to herself.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Mo Han's low voice came, but it reassured Liu Duge more than ever.

"Twilight, what are you worried about, that little imp also used those eyes to foresee our future, didn't you?" Mo Han's hand caressed Liu Dugge's black and flexible hair, "Twilight, for you, I can do anything. ”

The cold pupils flashed with determination, yes, even that person no longer cherishes the past, what qualifications does he have to remember?

In this relationship, he is the person who is least qualified to regret it.

Facts have proved that Mu Saren is indeed better than Zichuan Bingyue with children, although both of them are willful and arrogant, but Mu Saren is a soft-hearted woman in the end, and she is better than the elderly, so in terms of experience and carefulness, she is much higher than Zichuan Bingyue.

Mousaren is a good storyteller, and her soft voice and beautiful stories make the two imps of the Morian family rely on her. In fact, Zichuan Bingyue is also very good at telling stories, but if he tells the two little ghosts of his family something that is not a strange story, Mo Lian will be very happy.

Having said that, the first time I heard the wayward little prince lower his voice and tell a story to Mo Yan and Mo Li with that ethereal voice without any ups and downs, that kind of weird scene really startled Mo Lian.

Later, when he talked about Zichuan Bingyue, the little ghost said nonchalantly, "When I was young, I liked to listen to my brother tell these stories, and I think these two little ghosts must also like it." ”

Then Mo Lian, who looked helpless, thought about how Zichuan Qingcheng, who was the elder brother, raised his younger brother, and what was the early education of this little ghost?

While gently rubbing Zichuan Bingyue's soft hair. After all, this little ghost is still a half-old child, and he can't even take care of himself, let alone let him take care of the two baby babies who are still swaddling.

"These are the stories that my grandfather told us when Moussa and I were children. I forgot all these little stories, but I didn't expect that Mosa still remembered them clearly. "I was surprised by the tenderness that Moussa Ren could not hide in some ways.

"That's why I say that Moses was such a gentle man."

Mo Lian's smile was indifferent to the breeze, which made his whole person even more elusive. Compared to when he first came to Xiliang, he really changed a lot.

"Won't you go back?"

The cold voice was low, as if it was an uncertain inquiry.

"Why do I want to go back?" Mo Lian asked with a puzzled expression, "Xiliang is very good." ”

The faint sound melted into the wind, and the cold face immediately jumped.

Mo Lian looked at the face in front of her that was unusually similar to herself, and said softly, "What's more, I don't love him anymore." ”

Buddhism has seven sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love, separation, and unwantedness.

What the little ghost of the Zichuan family is entangled with is just a love parting, because the more you love, the more afraid you are of losing. And what I used to struggle with was just a begging.

However, when he really let go, he found that all this was not a big deal.

There is no such thing as a real thing that cannot be left behind.

"How's your eyes?" Looking at the pair of jet-black pupils that were much clearer than before, Han Xi asked.

Mo Lianwan smiled and gently touched his eyes.

It was no longer a familiar piece of greenery, but a bottomless darkness.

"The Tianshan Snow Lotus of the Ice Country is a holy product for healing, not to mention, the little ghost of the Zichuan family is also a medical holy hand, so there is no big problem with these eyes."

Although there are still a lot of unaccustomed ones.

The last half of the sentence was pressed by Mo Lian in his heart, he took over his own son from Mu Saren's hands, although he and his brother Mo Yan are twin brothers, but Mo Li's body is far healthier than that of his brother.

This sick and weak imp didn't worry Mo Lian a lot, but in the Ice Country, Zichuan Bingyue used a lot of methods to regulate the bodies of these two little ghosts.

"It's very similar to you." As if sighing, as if understanding, Mu Saren sighed lightly, and Mo Yan in his arms just woke up, and a pair of dark green pupils clearly reflected her shadow.

"The eyes of the two little ghosts are really like gods like you!" Mu Saren's fingers touched the clear eyes of the child in his arms, "In the future, I will ensure that I will be a beautiful embryo that will bring disaster to the country and the people." ”

"I hope that they will be plain, and in the future, the two of them will marry, have a lot of children, and be happy every day, and they must be happy." Mo Lian's voice was faint, and her dark eyes flashed with ordinary anticipation and happiness.

Mousaren also seemed to be fascinated by the life that Mo Lian was talking about, and his delicate face flashed with yearning. However, those clear eyes seemed to be infected with the most real pain, "It's a good life like this, and now I find out that I am nineteen years old." ”

Mo Lian, I'm nineteen.

I've put the best of my life on him, but I can't afford to wait.

"I will return to the Turks, and I will marry the Mohe prince as my father wishes."

A faint sentence made Mo Lian's face change greatly, he hugged the little baby in his arms tightly and asked, "What is it for?" ”

"For what?" Mu Saren glanced at Mo Lian nonchalantly, "Isn't it common for a woman to marry?" What's more, if I don't get married, I'll be old. ”

"But you don't like that prince in the first place, do you? That is the case, why don't you marry Han, Moses? ”

The sharp gaze pierced Mo Lian, and for a moment it seemed to be back to that unrestrained time. It seemed that he also felt Mu Saren's mood, Mo Yan stretched a little face, and cried out.

Patting the child in his arms, Mu Saren's sharp voice drifted over with the cool wind in the west, "It's not very love, I don't want it." ”

"These two little boys are really handsome." Weiyu smiled softly while looking at the sleeping baby, "This little appearance is exactly the same as when our Xiaolian was a child, so much so that it looks like it was carved out of a mold." ”

Listening to the sound of light rain, Princess Snow Lotus on the side touched Mo Lian's head silently, she was still confused, but those eyes only appeared doting and happy when they met Mo Lian.

"However, I think that the appearance of these two little princes seems to be a bit like that of the young prince......" Before she finished speaking, Weiyu realized that she had said the wrong thing.

She raised her head to look at Mo Lian, and the gentle and shy little boy in her memory didn't even have the slightest change on his face, as if what she had just said was something inconsequential.

"Because, my eyes are like those of him." With a faint voice, Mo Lian's face was as plain as water.

"Little Lotus." When Han Xi broke in without grace, Mo Lian was not surprised, but just turned around and asked, "What happened?" Brother Hanxi, why are you so flustered? ”

Han Xi's handsome face was anxious and a little undisguised irritability, "Mo Han, I got reliable news. He seems to be about to rebel against the king. ”

Mo Lian's complexion was pale, "And then?" He asked with a flat face.

Hanxi was a little stunned, "Aren't you surprised?" ”

"What's there to be surprised about?" The corners of Mo Lian's mouth hooked up a slight arc, "That person, Mo Han, as long as he is for the Lord of Dusk Song, there is nothing he can't do." ”

"Still, I think there's something more bothering you right now than that."

"What is it?"

Looking at Han Xi's puzzled look, Mo Lian hated iron and steel, "Musa is going back to Turkic, do you know the way?" ”

"What? Musa is going back to the Turks? She didn't even tell me about it! Hanxi suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Don't worry, there's a bigger secret." The corners of Mo Lian's mouth curled, "Musa said that she would go back to Xiliang to marry that Prince Mohe. ”

"What? Mosa is going to marry the embroidered prince? ”

Han Xi shouted in a much higher decibel than the one between, "For what? It's a lie! Musa didn't tell me anything! ”

"How old do you think Mosa is?" A pair of dark eyes looked directly into the cold green eyes, "Musa is nineteen years old. ”

"Do you know what that means?" There was some reproach in Mo Lian's words, "A woman from an ordinary family has long been a mother. ”

After a pause, Mo Lian breathed a long sigh of relief, "She can't afford to spend it anymore. ”

"Besides, why do you think that Prince Mohe is not as good as you? He and Musa are also from the same family, and they are on a par with Musa in terms of status. Moreover, as far as I know, the prince was very obedient to Muses, and he was reluctant to make Muses sad. ”

"But Moses didn't like him!" Urgently refuted Mo Lian's words, and Han Xi's heart surged with impatience that he didn't even know.

Mo Lian glanced at Han Xi and said lightly, "What if you don't love it?" ”

With a hint of helplessness in his dark eyes, he turned his head after he finished speaking, "Musa she told me that she was old. ”

"I've never even seen her look so decadent. Do you know the truth? Love is the most unbearable to wait, because the young years do not allow us to squander it freely. ”

Patting the cold shoulder, Mo Lian said earnestly, "I have paid a heavy price for my absurdity. So, I don't want you to follow in my footsteps. ”

"Chill, take a good look at your heart."

It's really sluggish and cold, if you don't get your little cousin back, she will really run away with someone, don't drag Mo Lian to cry when the time comes!

Brother Qingcheng's quotations were not finished, and suddenly another sentence came to mind~ You asked what I like about my brother?

Wayward? Awkward? Coquetry? Selling cute? Unreasonable?

What the? What's wrong with my vision, you ask?

No, do I still have vision?

Laughing to death...... Brother Qingcheng, in fact, you are your brother's professional black......