Dongling twenty-six years, the age is cold.

When it came to the month of Layue, the weather was gloomy all day long, and the drought was long ago, and the overwhelming winter snow in the early days was celebrated by the people of the empire for a while.

Above the court, there is a voice of praise, but the emperor loves the people like a son, the heavens are compassionate, and the auspicious Rui is the emperor with both ability and political integrity, and the sound of praise is no longer in the ear.

Among the bustling officials, Ling Qixuan was dressed in a fancy court dress, with his hands around his arms, standing at the front of the team, hanging his head and closing his eyes, he was so bold, the hall was full of noise, he was actually napping indifferently.

If you look closely, you can't help but praise this Ling Qixuan's heroic appearance, only to see him lazy and pretending to sleep, a head as smooth as silk is tied up high with a white jade hoop, long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eye sockets, thin lips slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips curled up a beautiful arc. The most amazing thing is the inky bellflower in the corner of his right eye, blooming with a bewitching smelt.

Xu was tired of hearing this flattery, those eyes opened suddenly, and his eyes were full of impatience, today's morning hour is a little long. Ling Qixuan raised his eyes and looked at the person on the seat.

The emperor looked at his son, who he had not seen for a long time, no, it should be said that he had been abandoned by him for several years. His posture was much taller and more erect than before, his spine was stiff, and he vaguely glimpsed the unyielding of the past.

Aside from the bellflower in the corner of his eye, his appearance is considered top-notch among his sons, and the arc of his jaw is beautiful and sensual. Years of battlefield career have put on a cold coat for him, like a sword out of the sheath, sharp and ...... Dangerous.

If you ask him if he ever regrets what happened back then, his answer must be no regrets. He has no shortage of sons, and he cannot tolerate anyone or anything threatening his existence. Further, if he hadn't been ruthless and let it go, he wouldn't have such an impressive record as he has today.

As if sensing his peeping gaze, Ling Qixuan, who was standing down, suddenly dissipated the aura around him, closed his eyes again, and began a new round of false sleep.

Concubine Mo Guifei wrung the well-made handkerchief in her hand, and looked at the man standing not far away with some grievance, although it was a mother and son, there was no trace of intimacy between them.

Since returning to Beijing, he has been abiding by the ancestral system and the rules are tight, but other than that, the mother and son have no other topics to talk about.

Every time I see the ink-colored bellflower blooming in the corner of his eyes, even if there are thousands of words in Mo Guifei's mouth, it is also in the throat, yes, it was she who was the mother who carved this bellflower with her own hands, and it was she who killed the friendship between their mother and son.

At this moment, there was only regret in her heart, if she hadn't abandoned him ruthlessly, now it would be a mother and son filial piety, another scene, right? Mo Guifei's eyes fell into his cold eyes, and the ten-fingered Kodan fell into the palm of her hand, and she wanted to draw his outline with her own hands.

The ink-colored boots stepped on the snow-covered bluestone bricks, 'crunching', and behind Ling Qixuan, a series of footprints spread out for a long time, and a glorious palace could be seen standing in the distance.

Unable to hold up the heavy white crystal, the pine branch trembled and threw it down, and a white flower bloomed on his feet. Lifting his leg to shake the snow off his boots, he suddenly walked under the tree and slammed his fist into the thick trunk.

"Huh~" A miserable scream sounded above his head, "Lord spare his life, Mo never dared to be presumptuous again." A person wearing a tight-fitting black suit, shoes of the same color, and a black cloth half-masked, laughed and fell in front of Ling Qixuan, looking like a dog begging for mercy.

Ling Qixuan's gaze swept over Mo Yi's face, the corners of his thin lips looked a little like a smile, but there was silence in his obsidian-like eyes, not stained with a trace of emotion.

He suddenly shot at Mo Yi in front of him like lightning, his right hand hooked like an eagle's claw, and poked Mo Yi's eyes, if he succeeded, I am afraid that Mo Yi's eyes would not be protected.

Things happened in the light of light, but Mo Yi's reaction was like a rehearsal thousands of times, the upper half leaned back, kicked the ground hard under his feet, and jumped far behind him. In the end, Ling Qixuan missed a blow, but he didn't mean to chase him out again, and said lightly: "Mo Yi, what is the result of the matter handed over to you to investigate?"

Mo swept in front of Ling Qixuan, and his narrow eyes were full of pride. "Miss Lan's matter has been clarified. As he spoke, Mo Yi took out a stack of paper full of fly-headed letters from his arms.

The bony hand was slightly calloused and took the straw paper and flipped it a few times, "But what's out of the ordinary?"

"Back to the master, under many inquiries, I praised Miss Nalan for her good temper and kindness to Xiangye, if you say something different, it is this time that she was kidnapped for no reason. And ......" Mo paused for a moment, wondering if he should say the next words.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Ling Qixuan stood with his hands in his hands, waiting for Mo Yi's next words.

"According to the investigation of his subordinates, this Miss Lan's ordinary behavior is slightly different from the Miss Lan we saw. Although the two are the same intimacy, before Miss Lan was taken captive, she was not as smart as she is now. Mo pondered his words again and again.

"In the past, Miss Lan was as demure and gentle as most boudoir women, Miss Lan studied with her brother since she was a child, and Lan Xiangye would personally teach her when she was free, and she was more heroic than other young ladies. At this point, Mo Yi stopped.

"How?" Ling Qixuan raised his eyebrows, looking full of interest.

"Miss Lan, who was rescued by the master, seems to be a little defenseless between men and women, and there is a slight discrepancy between the results of the subordinates' investigations. Mo Yi's speech suddenly became a little hesitant, "Miss Lan's ...... Physical characteristics, subordinates have already investigated...... Clearly, fully documented in ...... in that booklet. After saying that, he immediately lowered his head, as if he had done something unseemly.

The corners of Ling Qixuan's mouth raised an arc, and he said lightly, "You go down." ”

Although the voice was not loud, Mo Yi seemed to have received amnesty, and he didn't feel that his body trembled, and sweat was all over his back.

Ling Qixuan flipped through the booklet in her arms, and the words on the rice paper suddenly became vivid, and between the lines she made up a smiling face, remembering her caution, the uninhibited uninhibited unconsciously revealed, her eyes were half-narrowed, as if she was thinking about something. This is strange, Lan Junyao, the daughter of the Xiangye, why was she tied up to the border and appeared in such an embarrassed posture?

Ling Qixuan's thoughts drifted away, as if he had returned to the tent of that day. He lifted the curtain and entered the tent, and she stood barefoot on the ground. A wide smock was worn loosely on the body, and the small body that had not developed was flat and swaying.

The green silk like a waterfall hung down behind his head, a pair of amber apricot eyes looked at him in astonishment, the tip of his nose was a little red from the cold, and his thin lips lost his blood color, looking a little pale, but he still did not hide the delicacy between his eyebrows and eyes.

He unconsciously showed a playful smile, and vaguely in his ear was her saying, "Didn't you save me?"