"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. Or Yueli has long forgotten how happy Nalan Zichen looked.

Such a splendid appearance seems to recall his youth, when the wayward little ghost head was still by his side.

In just an instant, the young man withdrew the joy on his face, and the pleasure disappeared in his black eyes, and there was no trace of light.

The voice of the young son of heaven was faint, and he called softly, "Yueli." ”

The noble Yuejia Maiden's body trembled, and her voice even trembled a little, "How did you find out?" ”

"I'll know as soon as you open your mouth." Nalan Zichen still had a faint smile in his eyes, his voice was always so gentle, maybe he was facing a face that was exactly the same as his brother.

It is precisely because of this that he softened his face.

Looking at Yueli's face in disbelief, Nalan Zichen continued, "If Yueli is really still here, he won't call me brother, the moment I stay away from Snow City, I am his imperial brother, the imperial brother." ”

He got up and walked to Yueli's side, stretched out his hand to compare, and said with a smile, "Yue was brought up by me, and when he left, it was not as close to my shoulders, and your tall figure is only half a head shorter than me, but it is only two years, I thought that Yue would not grow so big." ”

Calmly saying this, the curvature of the blink is just right, it seems that his younger brother is still in front of his eyes, as long as he opens his eyes, he can see it.

"Xiaoli." He called the moon like this, there is no difference between monarchs and ministers, and with a faint voice, it seems that he is still the best playmate in his childhood.

Yueli's gaze flickered slightly, it was true that she hadn't heard this name from Nalan Zichen's mouth for too long.

Nalan Zichen lowered his head slightly, Yueli seemed to be able to see the shallow arc of the corners of his mouth, he raised his head gently, there was always a soft smile on his face, and even his voice was warm, as if he was really facing his younger brother.

He said to her, "Xiaoli, why do you like me? ”

Why?

Yueli smiled, her smile was still a little sarcastic, and she said to Nalan Zichen, "Why, Your Majesty, you actually asked me why?" ”

"The boy who grew up with his childhood sweetheart, he was told that he would be his wife from an early age, this boy is gentle, elegant, and his smile is always as warm as the sun. Such a boy, he loves his younger brother, he is loyal to the motherland, this boy, he is resourceful and responsible. Majesty, how do you say that such a boy makes Yueli not love? ”

As if shocked by Yueli's words, Nalan Zichen's handsome face was still full of surprise, and after a while, the slightest surprise regrouped into Nalan Zichen's dark eyes.

Then he seemed to smile, and those dark eyes seemed to soften, and he touched Yueli's head and said softly to Yueli, "Thank you." ”

Thank you for your love for me, thank you for doing a qiē for me.

Thank you.

The meaning of a simple thank you is too profound, and the light in Nalan Zichen's eyes flickered, and it was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Don't you blame me? I've always been against him suppressing him, and I've even dressed up like this to you. ”

Yueli's appearance seemed to be a little hesitant, not like the appearance of the proud Yuejia family daughter before.

"Why should I blame you?" Nalan Zichen asked rhetorically, he gently touched Yueli's face, "I thank you very much, Xiaoli, I thank you very much." ”

The way he stared at Yueli's face was almost mesmerized.

"Such a face, I have dreamed of it a thousand times in my dreams, such eyebrows, as light as a crescent moon, such beautiful eyes, brilliance, and a haunting black hair, I want to touch him, I want to touch his face."

Nalan Zichen stretched out his hand and gently stroked Yueli's face.

His eyes were dark and clear, and Yueli seemed to find the shadow of the eldest son of the emperor who was smiling brightly many years ago from his face.

Nalan Zichen's voice was still so gentle, "This flower in the mirror, the moon in the water was finally held in the palm of my hand today." ”

The voice of the young man was full of satisfaction.

Yueli felt that her eyes were a little moist, she felt that she couldn't say anything, it was true that she had won the Nalan Ziting time, but she still lost completely.

Her voice was a little dry, "Your Majesty, Zichen, you're right. You've been working hard and you're a good brother. ”

Nalan Zichen shook his head, his expression seemed to sigh a little, and he said, "Xiao Li is wrong with you, I am not a good brother, and Nalan Zichen has never been a good brother." ”

Almost perfect brother, he has never been meticulous to his younger brother, no one has ever denied his kindness to his younger brother for so many years, and everyone sees how Nalan Ziting is. But such a man said to her, "I am not a good brother."

Yueli felt that this was almost the biggest irony, and he attacked him overwhelmingly, making himself almost annihilated by ridicule.

"Your Majesty is too modest, if you are not a good brother, Yueli really can't find anyone who can afford the title of brother."

Her voice was ironic, as smart as Nalan Zichen could naturally hear it.

"Heh, everyone says that I love him and spoil him, and that I will be arrogant and domineering as a moon pet, but which of you can understand?"

For so many years, Nalan Zichen has always asked himself in his heart, is he really good to the moon?

kept pampering him and wishing him happiness, but when his young brother told him to participate in the mission with him, what slipped through his heart?

It is easy.

When he said words of blocking, his words were naturally beautiful, and the worry on his face was real.

But his heart was relaxed, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had let go of a huge revenge.

"Xiaoli, Yue said that he is not afraid of losing, but I am afraid."

I'm afraid I'll lose it—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.