Although, it is a little aggrieved for him, a master assassination master, to teach the two little ghosts these basics, but Zichuan Bingyue doesn't mind, it should be a review of his childhood.

After thinking about it roughly, I first set a set of basic kung fu for the two of them.

Then it was demonstrated to the child, so that the difference between the two little ghosts was quickly seen, Mo Yan was almost unforgettable, and after watching it, he could imitate it perfectly, although Mo Li's qualifications were mediocre, but his father Mo Lian was also the first dancer who was famous that year, and his learning ability was not bad, but the strength was soft, but it was like dancing.

Zichuan Bingyue thought countless times that if Mo Lian was asked to teach his son to dance, the effect felt that it would be much better than practicing martial arts.

After a few days of hard work, the basics are almost taught, although the talents of the two are very different, but it is not difficult to come up with the policy for the target.

He himself understood that it was impossible for the two children to practice martial arts in one place, so he took on the heavy responsibility of teaching Mo Li, and then assigned Mo Yan to Ridu Naiyan.

Rito Naiyan has also been in Xiliang for a long time, Zichuan Bingyue thinks it's strange that this Dongying is really so easy? The prince of a country has not returned after being away for so many years. However, these things were no longer on his radar, and since there was hard labor, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't use them?

Listening to Zichuan Bingyue's words, Hitoshi Naiyan smiled happily, "You guy can calculate, you raise these two children so carefully, don't you really want to stay here." ”

"You don't have to worry about it, just do what I tell you, your Dongying's swordsmanship is superb, it's not bad to enlighten Mo Yan."

Looking at Zichuan Bingyue's leisurely appearance, Rito Naiyan asked rhetorically, "Your Zichuan family's swordsmanship is gorgeous and magnificent, known as the waltz of the sword, why don't you teach Mo Yan swordsmanship if you are so powerful, isn't it reluctant?" ”

"How can the family heirloom swordsmanship leak out?" Zichuan Bingyue's smile is charming, bewitching and bewitching.

"What's more, the Zichuan family's internal strength and heart method can only be cultivated by those who have a family bloodline, and that little ghost can't afford it. If I take 10,000 steps back, I won't teach the swordsmanship of the little ghost family, not only him, but I will not teach others the swordsmanship of the Zichuan family in my life. Because, the person who taught me swordsmanship is my brother, and the only person who can use this swordsmanship other than us is his child. ”

Hitoshi Nayan smiled, his tone implicitly sarcastic, "You're thinking far ahead." ”

Seeing the sarcasm in Rito Naiyan's words, Zichuan Bingyue smiled lightly, walked to Mo Yan and Mo Li's side, and told the two little ghosts about their recent arrangements.

In this way, half a month has passed, and Zichuan Bingyue, who has been teaching Mo Li again, has some support.

This child's qualifications are really poor, and his movements are always soft, which made Zichuan Bingyue sigh countless times, such a child is still the most suitable for him to be the same as Mo Lian, dancing, planting flowers, and living without fighting with the world is the most suitable for him.

However, he was born into the royal family, so it was not up to him to choose his own life.

However, the appearance of being too harsh obviously scared Mo Li, when did the baby, who had been protected by his father and brother in the palm of his hand, been reprimanded so harshly?

The child's mouth was flat and he cried out aggrievedly, his crying made Zichuan Bingyue's expression change, he had never coaxed a child, although he had taken Mo Yan and Mo Li for a period of time before, but it was also out of fun, and everyone had always spoiled him, so how could he have coaxed others?

The child's crying made him a little panicked, and he couldn't do it, so he could only scold Mo Li more harshly.

"Don't cry! Don't cry! Zichuan Bingyue with a serious face, and the appearance of the evil voice and evil anger frightened Mo Li even more, and the smile on the side was a little blind, the two little masters of their family have always held them in the palm of their hands, when have they been scolded like this?

Because I don't worry about Mo Yan, So, I have been following Mo Li with a smile all these days, first, I don't worry about Mo Li, and second, I naturally don't worry about Zichuan Bingyue......

Seeing through the smiling thoughts, Zichuan Bingyue said, "What, because it's a child, it's spoiled, so what's the matter?" ”

How much Mixiao wants to tell him, isn't it you who is spoiled? It's a pity that she didn't have the guts to say it.

But it doesn't mean that Zichuan Bingyue won't look at it, he slanted a smile, "Then do you want Mo Li to be like me in the future?" Xiaoxiao woke up immediately, as if thinking of something very terrible, and shook her head vigorously, the momentum was almost shaking her head down to show how reluctant she was to see that happen.

Zichuan Bingyue sighed and thought in her heart, in fact, Brother Qingcheng's educational results are not so bad, and he is not so inferior. How did it become a living specimen of educational failure?

However, the child obviously couldn't see through the adult's mind, he stopped crying, opened a pair of watery blue eyes, and practiced again. There is still a smile on the delicate little face. "Uncle, uncle, do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Looking at the child in front of him who was waiting for his praise with great interest, Zichuan Bingyue sighed, although it is desirable to be diligent, but ......

Mo Li, you are so stupid, does Brother Mo Lian know what he said?

"Brother Eight Emperors, what are you talking about?" Mo Han looked at Mo Yixiao with a shocked expression, as if he couldn't believe it, and his dark eyes were full of doubts.

"I said I was going to war." Mo Yixiao's face was cold and hard, even to his beloved younger brother, he had few expressions, and he was no longer the imperial brother who smiled gently at him in the past.

"Brother Huang, what can you do there? As long as I am enough, this battle is enough for only me, all you have to do is stabilize the current Mo Xi. ”

Looking at Mo Han's face, Mo Yixiao was a little gloomy, this is the little brother he has always loved, since he was a child, he couldn't bear to hurt him in the slightest. But it was such indulgence and pampering that spoiled him.

As the royal brother of Mo Han and Mo Lian, he was too derelict in his duties, blindly shielding Mo Han, and even stopping the chaos several times, when he didn't know Mo Lian's identity, he had very complicated feelings for this child, the face that resembled Mrs. Jianyan always reminded him of his old friend, and those green and verdant eyes reminded him of the chaos of his childhood for no reason, but the chaos was no longer the innocent young master who left home.

It was he who destroyed his Zhongnan with his own hands.

Although he always admonishes himself in his heart, he is absolutely fair to the two. However, everything he did was biased towards Mo Han, even if he later learned about Mo Lian's background, he always subconsciously shielded Mo Han until they became an irretrievable situation today.

Now, he can no longer blindly indulge Mo Han, he has to use his own methods to end all this.

The feud between Xiliang and Mo Xi that has lasted for decades is time to end.

"Xiao Han, what am I going to do, where do I need you to dictate, you just need to take care of your princess."

The irony of this sentence was full, and Mo Yixiao's always gentle eyes stabbed at Mo Han fiercely.

He stood up and brushed past Mo Han, not looking at him again.

Mo Han looked at Mo Han's back silently, he felt that since Mo Lian left, his surroundings seemed to be a lot colder, and his relationship with the Eighth Emperor Brother was becoming more and more indifferent because of Mo Lian.

Mo Han's eyes were faint, and the first dancer in the cyan dance dress and swaying posture in the past seemed to appear in front of him again.

His dancing is still so beautiful that his smile is as beautiful as his smile, and you can't take your eyes off it.

Mo Lian, Mo Lian, Mo Lian......

Under the cliff, Mo Yixiao gently stroked a tombstone, his gaze was never gentle, as if the peerless man in red was still there.

Years of memories are intertwined in his mind, colliding in his mind.

One moment is the gentle smiling face of childhood, the other is the chaotic and charming smile of the red clothes, and the memories over the years have formed a whirlpool, easily stumbling him.

His mood is a little complicated, the grief of the year is long gone, but standing here like this, he can't calm his mood, he wants to smile at the mess, but no matter what, he can't spell a bright smile.

In the past, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his smile was clean and elegant, which won the hearts of all the girls, but now his smile is gone, and even if the corners of his lips are slightly hooked, he can't draw the same arc as before.

It's as if all smiles have been swept away by the smudge.

"Liluo, a lot of things have happened in the past few years since you were away, and Mo Lian, this kid, is now a father. Time flies, you see, you've been away from me for so long. ”

Mo Yixiao's eyes flashed with grief, "What you did, I have never been able to understand, and that thing is the same." Why do you choose death? Is it just to get revenge on me? ”

His voice was low, but no one would answer him to such a question.

Although Mo Lian didn't tell him where he would bury him back then, Mo Yixiao still knew very well where Mo Lian would bury him.

This is where Mo Lian first encountered, and where it all began.

Over the years, he would often come to sit in front of the messy grave, sometimes on the messy birthday, sometimes on the day the two met, and sometimes on the day when he became famous and named the mess.

However, he did not come to the chaotic death day once, and he did not ......

Still caressing the smooth tombstone so gently, it was like caressing the man's black and soft green silk.

"Liluo, I'm going to the battlefield, I hope this time can end the entanglement between Mo Xi and Xiliang, if I'm lucky, I'll come to see you again, if I'm unlucky, this may be the last time we meet."

"I don't think you want me to die, you gave me supreme power to make me feel as lonely as possible, didn't you?"

His dark pupils bloomed with sporadic firelight, and his voice was as gentle as a whisper of sympathy for the world, "Do you know why I don't ascend to a high position?" ”

"I'm in pain." His voice suddenly decreased, but the light in his eyes became more and more intense, and his white finger pointed to his chest, "Liluo, it hurts here." ”

"As soon as I see that throne, I think of you, of who I bought everything for today. Therefore, I would rather control the whole of Mo Xi and be a regent under the people than ascend to that throne. ”

"You'll call me selfish, but I don't want to ......"

"I don't want to, I don't want to be ......"

Liluo, what you said at the beginning has now come true, I can never forget you again, are you satisfied now?

Mo Yixiao's dark pupils flickered with a palpitating light, and the expression on his face was always faint, as if he was tired of everything.

"Do you know the way? I wanted to give it up, I wanted to let go of the power that I had so hard to get. ”

He was still whispering, as if the peerless beauty was still there.

"That kid woke me up, and if I give up, what is your sacrifice? He was right, everyone can regret it, but I can't, so I'm back. Liluo, you don't even want your life for me, what reason do I have to be so selfish? ”

"Now that I've done it all, you don't want me. Leave, how can you betray me, how can you leave me. ”

His voice was a little sad to the bone, and it passed by him in a hurry, leaving no one to answer him this time, and finally no one was willing to answer him......

The soft wind seemed to blow into his heart, blowing cold all over his body, laughing at his past delusion and stupidity.

Childhood sweethearts, the two have no guesses. We share joys and sorrows, but we can't come to the bitterness.

But two people who are in the same affliction cannot go hand in hand and share in wealth.

Mo Yixiao recalled like this, always with a sweet and sad expression on his face, his gentle eyes looked at the tombstone in front of him gently, and finally turned around and left after sitting quietly for a long time.

As long as there is war, there will be bloodshed, there will be sacrifices.

Left, the once simple time can never come back......