"Yue, why are you in a daze here?"

As soon as Zichuan Qingcheng came back, he saw his younger brother in a daze at the door, and grabbed his younger brother's small and soft body, lest his younger brother freeze in such bleak weather.

"I just wonder why my brother hasn't come back yet, Brother Qingcheng, what did Brother Mo Lian say to you?"

Faced with his younger brother's questioning, Qingcheng didn't know how to respond.

Zichuan Bingyue, who was buried in his brother's arms, looked a little gloomy, "Brother, am I too willful?" ”

At that moment, how much Zichuan Qingcheng wanted to tell him, Yue, you don't need to blame yourself, you don't need to grow or change, you just need to live in my wings all the time.

However, he could not say such things. He knew very well in his heart that his younger brother would grow up one day, and even he would not be able to take care of this younger brother for the rest of his life.

It's easy to let go, but it's hard to really do it, and who can really separate reality from feelings?

Facing the solemn atmosphere, Zichuan Qingcheng seemed to intend to break him, "Yue, what did the nine princesses tell you?" ”

With a bright smile, Zichuan Bingyue didn't want to worry her brother, and said in a brisk tone, "What can that guy say?" It's nothing more than a provocation to me. ”

Zichuan Qingcheng gently touched his brother's soft black hair, "I'm very happy, my brother seems to have made a new friend." ”

"What are you going to say, brother?" Zichuan Bingyue frowned dissatisfiedly, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with her brother's words.

"Although he still seems to be very willful, he is really a gentle person. You're actually the same. In her brother's gentle and all-encompassing eyes, Zichuan Bingyue thought of Mo Lian's gentle and sad face at that time.

The man said to himself word by word, "You are more willful than anyone else, but you are gentler than anyone else." ”

Is he more willful than anyone else, but gentler than anyone else?

The dark pupils of his eyes swelled with wetness, and he was about to overflow his face.

"Month, I allow your willfulness."

The soft voice sounded in Zichuan Bingyue's ears, like the gentlest redemption, making this stubborn little devil's eyes red in an instant.

He wanted to say, Brother Qingcheng, thank you, thank you, thank you, tolerate all my willfulness.

However, he knew that there was no need between them, sorry or thank you for such words, because such words would only add to the sadness and only make the distance between them drift apart.

I used to think that we were more commune than the twins, so close that you are me and I am you.

So, I know the perfect answer to be given to you at this time.

"Brother Qingcheng, I love you."

"I love you too."

Clenched his fists, Zichuan Bingyue's dead teeth suppressed the pain in his heart, no matter how heavy the wound was.

Whether it is him or his brother Zichuan Qingcheng, they all understand the road to go in the future.

The world world that my brother wants, the burden of thousands of catties on my brother's body, Zichuan Bingyue knows better than anyone else.

Even if he always willfully says that he is the sword of the empire, the fact that Zichuan Bingyue understands the most but also fears the most is that the country of Zichuan Qingcheng and the future of Zichuan Qingcheng need the foil of Zichuan Bingyue, but he does not need Zichuan Bingyue's love. He jumped out of his brother's warm embrace, and with an intoxicating smile on his face, he walked into the luxurious and exquisite foreign capital.

Thrall had been sent by the queen to look after the near-perfect pair of alien princes, but as she entered the little prince's room, she suddenly heard a suppressed sob. She followed the sound, and by the bright moonlight she saw the little prince, who was almost one with the black, the child curled up and tears falling silently from his obsidian eyes.

She could not comfort him in words, for she could not speak, and she walked over and gently hugged the little child's thin shoulders.

Sal looked at the little prince's crystal clear eyes, she never knew that a person's eyes can convey so many emotions at the same time, there is love, there is pain, there is joy, there is absolute, and there is the loneliness behind the absolute.

Many years, many years later, when she talked to her descendants, her old eyes still carried countless nostalgia and obsession.

"It's like a grand dream. And in my dreams, I met the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. He didn't say anything, but tears began to wet my clothes. I coaxed him softly, as if he were his birth mother. I felt sadness come to me again, like his unstoppable tears, overwhelmingly suppressed to cover my mouth and nose, and even breathing with pain. ”

"I will never see that little prince again, but what I will never forget until I die is his despair that seemed to drain all his feelings, and his doomsday tenderness."

"I remember him smiling at me, and it was the most heartbreaking smile I've ever seen."

No matter what kind of feelings you have in the previous moment, you can always recover harshly and calmly in the next second, and excellent self-control has always been one of the advantages of Zichuan Bingyue.

Therefore, the next day, facing the little prince with his brother and a bright and bright face, there was hardly any shadow on his perfect face.

"Yue, I care a lot about what you said at that time."

"What does Brother Qingcheng want to say?" Because he was puzzled, Zichuan Bingyue asked suspiciously.

"What do those two heirs mean?"

The corners of his mouth hooked up a mysterious smile, and Zichuan Bingyue stuck to his brother's body.

"Brother Qingcheng is knowledgeable, and what I can see with these eyes is also limited. Although it is not very clear to see, Brother Mo Lian's body does have the power of the king, and it can be said that his body has the potential of the king. ”

"The power of the king?"

Zichuan Qingcheng said in silence for a long time, "If things really go according to that development, then whether it is Xiliang or Mo Xi, the bonds of these two countries are inseparable." ”

The water sleeves flicked lightly, and the white light veil blocked the stunning face. Although the eyes are out of focus, the dance that seems to have been given life is always showing the charm of the dancer to people.

Look at the beauty who is dancing again, the half-hidden purple lotus is enchanting on the white skin, it is the Shanghuang Gongzi who danced in the capital in the past.

"Mo Lian, what are you doing!"

Mu Saren's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and the wayward Princess Shaoyang said with great dissatisfaction, "What do you think this place is?" ”

"And you." A finger like a water lily petal pointed directly at the Xiliang soldiers who were watching a good show, "What do you think of my royal nobles in Xiliang?" ”

Although the soldiers who were accused were unwilling, they did not dare to complain in front of Mu Saren, who was quite popular in Xiliang.

"Don't blame them."

With a smile on his face, Mo Lian was led to Moussaren, who had almost adapted to the days of not seeing light. Because the fit of these eyes is not high, Mo Lian is already very satisfied with the fact that she can still feel the light when she returns to the current state.

"Don't blame them?"

Because of Mo Lian's words, Mu Saren felt even more angry, "Mo Lian, what do you think this is?" I don't care who you are, I just want you to remember, don't bring your subordinate rules to my territory in Xiliang! ”

The merciless reprimand made Mo Lian's face white, and he smiled obviously dissatisfied with the innocent reprimand of his master, and just wanted to step forward to stand up for Mo Lian, but was pulled by Mo Lian.

Mo Lian had already taken off the light veil on her face, revealing a beautiful and peerless face. He said softly, "Mousa is that you have misunderstood, and Mo Lian knows that his actions are unruly. However, the life of the soldiers was difficult and boring, and if they wanted to see Mo Lian dance, they would not have to do so. ”

Mo Lian knew that Xiliang was dissatisfied with his foreign relative from top to bottom, although his uncle recognized his noble status, but in the end, no one could treat him as an equal.

Therefore, with the most grassroots soldiers as the starting point, Mo Lian hopes to gradually integrate into their lives.

"You guys!" Princess Shaoyang, who has always been high-flying, was even more ashamed when she heard Mo Lian's words. And the soldiers who received Mo Lian's assistance were even more grateful to him, and the soldiers who were originally dissatisfied with him and wanted to humiliate him began to apologize to him with a red face. The people of Xiliang are simple and simple, and the hearts of the soldiers are extremely simple. After feeling Mo Lian's kindness, he immediately dissolved his hostility towards this outsider.

"Hear me clearly." A cold and warm voice also interjected, "Mo Lian, he is my younger brother, the noble King of Hanlian in Xiliang. If anyone is disrespectful to him, it is disrespectful to my royal family! ”

"King Hanlian! King Hanlian! King Hanlian! ”

In the louder and louder voices of the soldiers, Mo Lian's smile seemed a little relieved, now this is the way to truly integrate into the country.

After that, Mo Lian often came to the barracks with Hanxiao, bringing some meals most of the time, and occasionally helping the military doctor treat the wounded soldiers.

It was this kind of approachable image that was deeply rooted in the hearts of the soldiers, and everyone respected this beautiful aristocratic boy from the bottom of their hearts.

But there will always be two heretics among the masses, and it is the two who have always been hostile to Mo Lian who humiliated him that day.

The two were born in Xiliang nobles, and they were different from ordinary soldiers, because of the stubbornness of the nobles, they hated Princess Xuelian's betrayal of them back then. For Mo Lian, an outsider who has the blood of an enemy country, it is naturally difficult to accept.

Mo Lian, who was still visiting the soldiers with a smile as usual, unexpectedly heard such a conversation outside the tent.

"What is Princess Snow Lotus? Our princess Shaoyang is the real beauty, and that person is just a betrayer! ”

"That's right, that woman betrayed our Xiliang, but she didn't get any benefits, it's really ugly enough to come back with such a half-dead child!"

"What kind of mythology is the Western Regions, where is such a woman qualified to be the façade of Xiliang!"

"What are you talking about?"

The two of them turned around in surprise and saw a young man with a furious face, the young man who did not change his smile at any time, and the killing intent exuded from his body could kill people almost instantly.

The sharp needle pierced the flesh of the two, "Always remember that my mother is the most beloved Snow Lotus Princess in Xiliang, and she is the myth of the Western Regions...... No one can change it, no one can ...... Can't change ......"

Well, because I like the Qingyue group very much, so there are a little more scenes, in fact, it's also a reference, because they are also brothers, Qingyue's feelings are in place enough, but love is not all in life, and this is the helplessness shown here. In addition, Xiaolian, in fact, he is also a person with a bottom line, he can accept or don't care about other people's misunderstandings about him, but he can't tolerate other people's insults to his mother no matter what.