Mo Yixiao replied lightly, but it was the little ghost who looked like a child, he blinked his dark eyes, and his smile became brighter and brighter, "It's an old man......"

Old friend......

Sensing Mo Yixiao's mood, Nalan Zichen pulled Lanalan Ziting, and then said a few words in his ear and said goodbye to Mo Yixiao politely.

At this time, Yicui Building was a little deserted, and it was a world of difference from the guests when the beauties were still there.

Mo Yixiao heard the boys downstairs still talking loudly.

The tea in his hand was still warm when he raised his cup, and the best Biluochun collected the morning dew, both the tea itself and the cooking process were extremely fine, and the man knew that the tea ceremony was what he made him fall in love with drinking tea.

The discussion downstairs was louder, and it didn't seem to take into account the mood of the owner of Yicui Building.

"It's a pity that the goblin died, but it's also a skill to let the emperor die in his bed, and it's also a good thing to be a ghost under the so-called peony flower."

"Senior brother, be cautious!"

The people at the table hurriedly got up and tried to persuade the drunk, but the drunk man shouted harder and harder, "What's the matter, that goblin's eyes are about to grow to the sky, and he is just a bitch and really thinks he is a son?" ”

"It's only him who treats himself like that, the left and right are just a plaything, how could His Royal Highness like such a slut? Brother Li, you say, who of us aren't waiting to see his jokes. ”

Bitch, slut......

Mo Yixiao could hardly believe that one day such words would be linked to that person.

Fox fur in brocade, beautiful and clear.

The red clothes are like fire, enchanting and charming.

Fifteen-year-old is gone, and twenty-five-year-old beauty is chaotic.

The two faces were constantly intertwined in his mind.

He clenched the teacup and drank it, trying to suppress the bitterness in his heart with the best Biluochun.

But the tea I didn't want to drink was sour and bitter.

It turns out that the best Biluochun will also lose its taste......

"Biyi."

He whispered to the woman behind him, who had been the Oiran of Yicuilou and became his concubine after being taken in as a maid.

"Change the tea."

Today's tea is bitter.

The green white hand took the teacup in Mo Yixiao's hand.

In fact, Bi Yi really wanted to tell the man in front of him, not because he was crying with tea, but.

It's tears that soak in it.

It's bitter heart-Nalan Ziting, who had just walked out of Yicui Building, was still a little indignant, "Brother, why don't you let me continue?" ”

"Yue, does what you're saying now still make sense?" When the elder brother asked rhetorically.

However, Nalan Ziting blinked his black pure eyes and asked, "Why not?" Brother Qingcheng, I just want my cousin to know that since I decided what I wanted from the beginning, then don't regret it. Or that no matter what happened, he shouldn't regret it, because a qiē was his choice. If he repents now, no, even if he repents now, nothing can be saved! ”

Nothing left......

Maybe all that can be left is a sigh, and there are wounds that will never heal in the bottom of my heart.

A red shadow passed by them, and he heard the conversation between the two clearly.

The man in red smiled miserably, and his fiery red body was as shocking as if he had been watered with blood.

Only when you lose do you know how to cherish, this is the most ridiculous drama in the world.

Confusion is not allowed, and I will not allow it.

Mo Yixiao, you don't have such an opportunity.

You don't.

You didn't-Mo Lian's appearance really surprised Mo Yixiao, Mo Yixiao originally thought that Mo Lian didn't want to see him again, but now it seems that the person in front of him still has the elegance and beauty of the original Huang Gongzi?

The red clothes were added, and the purple lotus on his face was so enchanting that the whole person looked like the original chaos.

It's as if he had been reborn in him.

"Lord Wang."

Mo Lian's voice was faint, and her face seemed to have lost her former deference, and it became a little chilly.

Mo Yixiao looked obviously much more bland than him, "Mo Lian, I heard that you went to ask Xiao Han?" ”

It has been a while since that incident, and this is the first time Mo Yixiao has taken the initiative to mention it.

"Yes."

Mo Lian replied simply, that beautiful face rarely fluctuated, and she couldn't see the pitiful appearance of Chu Chu in the past.

Mo Yixiao picked up the teacup, and the bitter taste of Biluochun made him frown his slender sword eyebrows.

"You should know, Xiao Han, he can't help you, he won't help you."

Xiao Han is carrying the name of the entire Prince Gong's Mansion, the beloved girl, the beloved mother, no matter which one is more important than you.

Mo Yixiao's meaning Mo Lian understood better than anyone else.

"I even said to Yu Chao that I would go and beg you, lord, do you believe it?"

Mo Lian's answer made Mo Yixiao's hand tremble slightly, and he put down the teacup in his hand and smiled casually.

"Mo Lian, he's a fool, he never dreamed that the person who killed the chaos would be you, the prince."

The demonic and charming smile is a little weird and charming.

Mo Yixiao's heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom......

Messy ......

"Lord Wang, do you really love my mother? Do you love to be messy? ”

No, you don't love anybody - if you loved my mother, you wouldn't have killed us that day.

If you love Chaos, how can you be willing to see him so sad?

You don't love anyone, you only love the boundless country and the supreme power.

What now?

Lord, don't you get enough?

Isn't it enough—it's not enough.

Mo Yixiao wanted to sue Mo Lian, he wanted to say that it was not enough to say to him, he wanted the country, but he also wanted to leave, he wanted his Zhongnan.

As if seeing through his thoughts, the contempt in Mo Lian's eyes was even greater. "Is it chaotic or separated, can the prince tell clearly?"

Can you tell clearly?

Yes, the once brocade-clothed fox Qiu was the end of Mo Yixiao's heart, and it was the most perfect memory.

And the beauty is just a sword in the hands of the eighth prince, where to fight, it is a wonderful blade that will never hurt himself.

Separated or chaotic, can he really tell the difference?

"Always give reasons so high-sounding, haven't you ever despised him for a moment?"

How could there not be? How could it not be?!

On the one hand, he missed the little young master in brocade and fox fur, and on the other hand, he looked at the smiling beauty of the Red Mansion with disgust.

Is it detached or chaotic?

Is that the little young master in white? Or is it a dazzling beauty in red?

Left? Messy?

Messy? Left?

The white clothes and red clothes were intertwined in Mo Yixiao's memory, and his heart was almost cracked, but the tears still flowed down with pity.

"I like to be separated."

This time he answered crisply, and the confusion in his eyes seemed to fade away.

Yes, what I like is the runaway young master who is dressed in white like snow, he is my Zhongnan.

How could I possibly like a little guy who wanders around the Qinglou Chu Pavilion.

How could you possibly like a beautiful woman who charms Kyoto?

"What I like is my Jungna."

As if hearing something interesting, Mo Lian laughed out of her life, and in the end she burst into tears.

Messy, you see, this is the man you like.

Such a man who doesn't even dare to look at reality - he says that he loves his Jungnan.

It's not a mess.

It's not a mess......

"I love too, I love a phantom, I love a shadow in my heart."

Gradually, the laughter stopped, and Mo Lian said softly.

Mo Yixiao, asked me back then, what do I like about Mo Han.

Until now, I have not been able to give myself a perfect answer.

But you made me see it thoroughly.

People always know how to cherish when they lose, sad and ridiculous feelings.

But this proves in a sense that the relationship between the two is just much later.

However, I am not like you.

Mo Yixiao, whether it is separated or chaotic, what you love is always your Zhongnan.

And I'm different.

He doesn't love me, he doesn't.

"I'll go back to Xiliang."

Mo Lian's green pupils were clear, and he was dressed in red and bewitching, but his expression was extremely simple and innocent.

"Lord Wang, when this matter is over, I will go back to Xiliang."

In the days that followed, Mo Jinyan heard that several foreign envoys had come to Beijing, and the people of the Central Plains used to call them foreigners, and those foreigners called themselves British envoys. They brought with them the oracle of the Queen of Great Britain, as well as the treasures of the British Empire at that time. It clarified the meaning of friendship with the emperor of the Central Plains, and this British Empire was the future Britain.

It was also the first time Mo Hantian had seen foreigners, they had very strange but clear and beautiful green eyes, hair like the sun and fair skin. The figure is taller and burlier than that of the Oriental, and the facial features are more three-dimensional and full.

The foreigners from foreign lands were surprised when they saw them, and exclaimed, "Pettyman! It was also through Guò Mo Jianyan, who knew that it was praising his face.

Jin Yan was not surprised at all when the foreign envoys came to see her, but she was very happy. In fact, if you think about it carefully, Mo Jinyan used to be the princess of Xiliang, and naturally she has seen this kind of occasion many times. She had already transformed from the curiosity that had just begun in the past to an unrivaled aristocratic pride.

Later, Mo Hantian also learned from Jin Yan that her father was from the Western Regions, and he thought of the surprised look of those strange envoys when they saw Mo Jin Yan and Liu Qingyan, and he felt funny. The group of envoys looked at his two ladies and said, "Beautiful!! ”

Because of her Western ancestry, Sumire Yan knew their language well, and Mo Hantian had seen her talk to a man named Arnold, who was Arnold's native language.

Speaking of Arnold, he was undoubtedly the most dazzling of the envoys. The pale blonde hair was brilliant and bright, and the turquoise eyes shone with a lonely and beautiful light. His delicate facial features are like ice carvings, beautiful and do not eat fireworks in the world. It was a sparkling beauty that even lit up the entire pitch dark night.

At first, the question between Mo and Arnold was none other than her father, who was the noble Marquis of Great Britain. A shipwreck during a trip to the East caused him to be exiled to Xiliang, where he fell in love with her mother, Queen Karin, who was the princess of Xiliang at the time.

Arnold always praised the Marquis de Biraferut, his unparalleled countenance, and his elegant manners.