At the moment when Zichuan Qingcheng walked out of the dormitory, he saw Mo Lian with a smile on his face, and was surprised that he was careless, and he didn't realize that the other party was so close.

At the same time, he also felt embarrassed, because he didn't know how much Mo Lian had listened to those conversations between himself and his younger brother.

"Why don't you go in and have a look? Obviously I'm worried about dying. ”

Mo Lian smiled and teased, and her mischievous tone broke the embarrassment on Qingcheng's face. Qingcheng was stunned at the same time, and at the same time, his face was gloomy.

"I don't want to know why the child who has always relied on you wants to force himself to grow up? He, obviously looking sad and dying, still desperately wants to do something for his brother. Mo Lian's voice was like a spell, Qingcheng suddenly turned around like an epiphany, threw a word of thanks to Mo Lian, and ran into the dormitory.

Facing the brother who left in a hurry, Mo Lian sighed, she had always felt that the two brothers were very similar, but different, and now Mo Lian finally saw clearly, just like light and shadow. The shadows in the dark night are more eager for the light than anyone else, and they are more eager for the happiness of the light than anyone else.

The first person to perceive Qingcheng's wish was Bingyue, and he was the first to help him realize his wish.

"That's a fool brother." Mo Lian defined them as she walked.

Brother......

The child in the room had already curled up his thin body, and his tears fell down one by one.

At the moment when Zichuan Qingcheng left, Zichuan Bingyue wanted to stop him, and wanted to throw herself into her brother's arms as usual.

He wants to scream, Brother Qingcheng, don't leave me......

However, he also knew in his heart that he was not qualified to do so.

has lost, he has lost the qualification to be treated gently by Brother Qingcheng......

Thinking about it in frustration, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Although, I told myself a long time ago that I wanted to persevere and pave the way for my brother's future, but when I really did it, I found that it felt so painful to go against my brother.

Does he still have the courage to continue?

Will he be able to continue?

"Month."

Qingcheng, who came in a hurry, saw the villain curled up in the corner at first sight, who was a baby who was pampered in the palm of his hand, and he was never reluctant to let him bear the slightest grievance. Therefore, seeing such an ice moon, Qingcheng hurt even more to the bones, where would you think whose fault it was?

hugged the sobbing child in the corner, Qingcheng gently patted the child's back, and couldn't stop coaxing it.

As if he had suffered some great grievance, Zichuan Bingyue finally cried, and the little ghost grabbed Qingcheng and kept shouting, "Brother Qingcheng, don't leave me!" ”

"I'm not leaving you." Zichuan Qingcheng, who softened his eyebrows, gently coaxed his crying brother.

Zichuan Bingyue continued to cry, "Brother Qingcheng, don't you want me,"

"Why would I not want you?" Zichuan Qingcheng asked rhetorically word by word.

"Brother Qingcheng, I won't be willful anymore, don't you don't want me, don't leave me behind......"

"I won't want you, and I won't leave you."

"Don't leave me...... Brother, don't leave me behind......"

Finally, tired of crying, the child muttered softly and fell asleep peacefully in his brother's arms. The little hand was still gripping the hem of his brother's clothes.

Qingcheng smiled and wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes for his younger brother, and hugged the villain in his arms tightly, Zichuan Qingcheng deeply felt for the first time how important the warmth in his arms was.

Recently, Xiliang held a banquet, and the princes and nobles were staggered in an endless stream, Mo Lian had no intention of participating in such a banquet, but because of his identity, he still had to participate.

"Brother Morian." With a pretty face, the little ghost who was tired of being in his brother's arms after reconciling with his brother had a serious face, and even Qingcheng behind him looked like he was talking and stopping.

Zhilu Dao, these two little ghosts must know what Lu Dao did, Mo Lian sighed and said helplessly, "Say, what's wrong with the young prince?" ”

"He and Liu Duge got married."

A faint sentence broke the usual calmness on Mo Lian's face, and the next moment the young man smiled, his empty and out-of-focus eyes were a little dazed, and he still had such a beautiful and delicate face, and the whole person looked no different from usual.

Mo Lian smiled and said, "Congratulations to them." ”

Mu Saren and Han Xi on the side walked over, and the little princess looked at the pair of overly dazzling brothers with dissatisfaction, they had already known the news, but Han Xi refused to let her tell Mo Lian, it's good now, she still has a lot of mouth.

"It's really a grand wedding, ten miles of red makeup, and the crown is Jinghua." Mu Saren looked at Mo Lian with a malicious tone, but found that the young man's face did not even have a trace of waves, indifferent as a delicate portrait in an ink painting.

The opening of the feast will definitely have the pastime of the princes and nobles, Mu Saren's beautiful eyes were swept away, with a little provocation, she asked Zichuan Bingyue, do you dare to compare with me?

Princess Shaoyang is good at dancing, this fact that the whole Xiliang knows the way, dressed in bright red clothes, enthusiastic like fire, and her brisk dance steps are like indifferent fire clouds, what she performed is the song "Walking Song" that Mo Lian won the first place before.

Zichuan Bingyue's delicate face was filled with a fox-like sly smile, is this to see me make a fool of myself?

With the amazing dancing skills of the Shanghuang Gongzi and the first dancing girl in the Western Regions, no matter what the latter does, it is just an axe, even if he sings, he can't match the red lotus who was born in the first person in the south of the Yangtze River.

Zichuan Bingyue gave a few words to the attendant beside her, and after a while, the snow-white piano was driven to the center of the venue, with jade as the body and sheep intestines as the line.

The little ghost sat on the ground, and a song of the phoenix poured out of his white fingers, and the song ended like a phoenix combing Hua Yu.

"In the next song of the phoenix, I hope that the lovers of the world will eventually become dependents."

Zichuan Bingyue smiled, just right, obviously the most traditional blessing, but listening to him, it seemed to be the deepest love words, and the continuous clarity pushed the atmosphere of this banquet to a climax.

However, Mo Lian, who was drinking alone in the corner, obviously didn't think so, in all fairness, although the little ghost's piano skills were exquisite and impeccable, but compared to the chaotic piano sound, it still lacked experience.

It's just strange, but the song of the phoenix really poked into his heart, and a pair of beautiful eyes almost oozing tears.

Han Xi looked at him worriedly, but found that Mo Lian leaned over and fell softly on top of him.

Qingcheng has been watching, no matter how indifferent the surface is that he should have discovered a long time ago, Mo Lian still cares, how can he not care? Such a heart-draining love.

There is only one time in a lifetime with such strong feelings, but that kind of feelings have been exhausted in that cold and impersonal Prince Gong's Mansion......

"Mo Han."

Mo Lian's empty eyes widened and screamed stupidly.

"Am I not pretty?" Mo Lian asked him blankly.

Han Xi hugged Mo Lian tightly, not knowing how to answer.

"Of course you're beautiful, you're the prettiest person I've ever met." Zichuan Qingcheng looked at the gorgeous beauty in front of him with a melancholy look like a good woman and a color like a spring flower, because of drunkenness, Mo Lian's fair face was dyed with a faint red and extremely gorgeous.

Rao was born with such a look, and he was affirmed by everyone, and he did not have the slightest sense of joy. The beauty is like a little child who can't get his favorite toy, and he keeps asking him, "Am I not pretty?" ”

Hanxi rubbed Mo Lian's hair and said gently, "Of course it's beautiful, Xiaolian is the most beautiful person I've ever seen." ”

"But it's gone, it's gone......"

Gently brushing a purple lotus flower on her cheeks, the enchanting purple lotus was placed on the snow-white skin, lining Mo Lian's face even more beautiful and moving, behind the enchanting purple lotus was the bloody pain and the midnight-like black tear mole.

No matter what you say, you don't mind, you don't care. There was still the deepest pain in Mo Lian's heart, which was the bloody scar left by the betrayal of her beloved.

"Then why did you choose her?" Like a willful child, the drunk Mo Lian lazily leaned into her cold arms and asked stupidly, "Why do you choose Liu Duge for Lu?" ”

"Am I inferior to her? Is there anything I can't compare to Liu Dugsong? ”

Mo Lian grabbed the corner of her cold clothes, pointed at Mu Saren, and asked with a bit of crying.

"Don't get me wrong, you kid!" Regarded as the delicate lord of Twilight, Mousaren was obviously angry. She was about to teach this kid who was tired of being in her brother's arms a lesson.

However, this move was stopped by Zichuan Bingyue, and the overly precocious little ghost sighed and said, "Why do you have to do it so chic? Obviously sad to death, always cautiously speculating on other people's feelings, afraid that we will be worried, should I sigh at your tenderness or tell me about your cruelty to yourself? It's good to be drunk and spit out the truth, but it's better than the mask you barely put up. ”

In order to prevent unnecessary people from seeing this scene, he had no choice but to pick up Mo Lian, who was crying like a child, and walked into the inner room.

Obviously he is the same figure as himself, but he is so thin that it makes people feel distressed, and he has to hug the villain in his arms tightly, and his heart is full of pain.

"Why don't you want me?" Mo Lian asked in a soft tone.

"I didn't want you." Han Xi whispered softly, Mu Saren on the side really changed his face, he had always been his little cousin coaxing and spoiling her, how had he ever seen Han Xi beg others like this?

"I don't want it, I don't want anything! I don't even have a light rain and confusion, why do you want to leave me. ”

"I didn't leave you behind." patted Mo Lian's back and said word by word.

"Always take advantage of me! If it's useless, throw me aside right away! A pair of pitch-black pupils were gloomy, the corners of the eyes were red, and the drunken Mo Lian sternly accused.

"Mo Han, you're the worst!"

"You're the worst person I've ever met!"

The slender and white fingers pointed at Hanxi, and the white cheeks were crimson, and Mo Lian burped and was still tired of Hanxi's arms.

Han Xi still patiently coaxed Mo Lian, "Yes, yes, I'm the worst." ”

"But the cheapest is still me, I have been trampled by you to this point, and I still think about you and miss you! You make me feel like I'm not as good as a woman! ”

roared with all his might, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances.

Even in the intoxication, Mo Lian felt that her heart hurt like a pinprick.

Because his identity is unknown, the lowly boy who was raised by the princess in the mansion is naturally not as good as the county lord who has been loved by thousands of people, this is a fact that Mo Lian has known since he was a child. However, why does Mo Han always use this to remind himself of this cognition that has long been rotten in his heart?

Does his humble status mean that he is willing to fall and let others eat him?

If he doesn't say it's painful, won't anyone know how sad he is?

"Mo Han, I hate you! I hate you the most! ”

Mo Lian roared with all his strength, and Mu Saren's eyes on the side were rolling, and his dark pupils glowed with a sly light.

"Is it the most annoying? So how about ruining him if you can't get it? ”

The charming voice drifted into Mo Lian's ears, and Mo Lian, who had long been confused, suddenly felt that she had found a glimmer of light.

Destroy if you can't get it?

yes, what's the matter if you don't love? Since he doesn't love it, then it will become the deepest wound in his life, and let that person remember that every second of his life carries the deepest pain.

"Moussa, what are you doing!" Han Xi was dissatisfied with the bad information that Moussa Ren had instilled in Morlen.

However, Zichuan Bingyue, who has always been against Mousaren in the past, is on Mousaren's side this time, "I don't think what Musaren said is wrong." ”

Looking at the stubborn princess's forbearant face, Zichuan Bingyue said, "Xiliang and Mo Xi will have a battle, and before that, Brother Mo Lian must abandon his remaining innocent ......"

Mu Saren looked back at Zichuan Bingyue in surprise, the two of them always had an amazing fit in some strange things.

Mo Lian coughed violently, retching incessantly, and her thin shoulders were pressed into her arms by the cold. Mu Saren suddenly felt a flash of wetness in his eyes, and he really responded to the words that Prince Mohe, who was like an embroidered pillow, kept shouting when he was chased and beaten by himself, "Beauty will be forgiven no matter what she does." ”

After a while, Mo Lian stopped trembling, Qingcheng and the others also retreated, leaving only Hanxi and Mo Lian in the room.

The dark pupils were still dim, but they gave Han Xi the illusion that he was already awake.

"Mo Han, I don't bless you."

The sound as thin as a mosquito and fly sounded, and Han Xi thought it was his own illusion, and approached Mo Lian's cheek, only to find that the young man who was looking at him laughed softly.

Tears fell down her fair cheeks - "I, by no means, will bless you." ”