"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 don't-The conversation between the two naturally broke up unhappily, and the moment Mo Lian turned around, Mo Yixiao opened his mouth, "Mo Lian, you are not confused. ”

You're not.

A fluttering sentence is heavier than a daughter for Mo Lian.

"I'm not like a mess."

Mo Lian also returned to lightness.

Who better than these two people know what kind of character Beauty Blurry is?

It will only take a few decades for such a character to come out, how can it be compared.

Mo Yixiao's original intention Mo Lian is clear, he just wants to sue himself, don't be overwhelmed, why bother to do that thankless thing if you don't have the ability to be messy?

"I'm not a mess." Mo Lian repeated lightly and continued, "I'm not you either, Lord Wang. ”

I'm just Mo Lian, just the Shanghuang boy who was once held in the palm of your hand.

But even this is something I want to do, no, something that must be done.

The moment she walked out of Yicui Building, Mo Lian's heart was very complicated, and she had to say that until that moment, Mo Yixiao was facing herself.

However, he was the one who killed them in the first place, and his attitude was so ambiguous and vague that it was disgusting.

Mo Han or Mo Yixiao.

The people of the Mo family are all top acting schools.

Mo Yixiao looked at Mo Lian's shadow, his red clothes like flames lined with his black hair, and his incomparable beauty.

But it made him feel inexplicably cold, and at this moment he wanted to scream very much, call the red shadow who had been by his side.

With a long sigh of relief, Mo Yixiao sighed.

He stroked his frowning brows, and an inexplicable feeling of exhaustion flowed into his limbs.

Messy ......

Somehow I fell asleep.

When he woke up, Mo Yixiao rubbed his arm that was sore and numb, then grabbed the shawl covering his body, and said with a smile, "Messy, it's you......"

The half-sentence was silenced.

After a long time, the man's suppressed laughter came, low and suppressed, quiet and solemn.

How did he forget?

It's no more.

He is no longer - when Mo Lian walked out of Yicui Building, he saw Cui Yunfeng, the little son of Cui in the tea house opposite, it was not so much a coincidence that Cui Yunfeng was waiting for him.

Mo Lian walked to the young son of the Cui family, and then the two walked to the private room of the tea house.

"What do you want to say?"

went straight to the point, and even the words on the scene made Mo Lian feel redundant.

But the unfathomable man smiled lightly, as if he were talking to him as if he were talking to him.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "The first time I saw chaos was when I was nine years old. ”

I have to say that this man is very good at playing with people's hearts, and he also knows very well what Mo Lian wants most at this moment.

In fact, at the moment when the most important person in the world died, Mo Lian pretended to be strong, and the defense line in her heart almost collapsed.

No matter who it is, he is very willing to listen to it, listen to the messy stories, whether it is to remember it in this way, or to make excuses for his weakness.

He just wants to hear it, and he wants to hear the stories that belong to the separation and the beauty of the beauty.

"I'm not a descendant of the Cui family, yes, I'm different from them."

Cui Yunfeng still had a faint smile on his face, and he said such a paragraph lightly, the potential meaning was nothing more than to Mo Lianjiang, we are the same people.

Is it out?

Mo Lian's green pupils darkened, whether it was separated or not, Mo Yixiao and Mo Han, even if he stood at the same angle, even if he stood at the top of the Cui family in the future, he was still different from them.

They are concubines, and he is concubines.

The fatal gap, no matter what the future holds, such a background cannot be erased.

"Cui Xiaogongzi, you are wrong, I am different from you."

Mo Lian's words were soft and gentle, and his face was full of nostalgia, "I didn't know my identity before, I didn't know who my parents were, and I didn't have the concept of a concubine, in the eyes of that child, whether it was the prince of Gong or the lord of Duge County, they were all my masters, and I was different from you." ”

I'm different from you -- 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.

If she had the opportunity, she would definitely set foot in her father's homeland and fulfill his father's unfulfilled dream for many years.

Before leaving, Arnold leaned over and gave a kiss on Sumire's hand, which was the highest courtesy of a British gentleman to a lady. Sumire, who knew the etiquette of the Western Regions, smiled and stood on tiptoe and kissed Arnold's cheek.

Arnold whispered in her ear, "Sumire, you are the best girl I have ever met, God will bless you, may you be happy!" ”

At that time, Mo Jinyan didn't know what irreparable damage the two of them would cause to her future by their actions when they parted.

It was also at that time that the gossip in the mansion spread even better, and although Mo Hantian tried his best to suppress it, it could not help but reach Mo Jinyan's ears.

After that, Jin Yan became pregnant, and the rumors in the house also disappeared because of this happy event.

But this joy only lasted until Mo Lian was born, who was born in the cold spring of the following year, and he was born prematurely, and his birth date was more than two months earlier than the expected date of delivery. His own body is also weak, if it weren't for Mo Jinyan's internal strength to continue his life at that time, I am afraid that he would have died early.

But after giving birth, Jin Yan, who was already in weak health, also had too much internal force on her son, and within a few days, she died, and the myth of the Western Regions was destroyed......

Mo Hantian also lost his lover, and since then he has been ill for a long time, and he has not thought about tea and dinner all day long, and he followed Mo Jinyan in less than two months.

This is the end of the love between the two. It makes people feel emotional, and they can't wait to greet each other......

Or that fairy tales are fairy tales, but the final ending of love in a fallen city may not be equally happy......