Mo Lan was a little surprised that he still had such an evil side. "I'm Shumolan, but I'm not the daughter of Shushangshu, because ...... He never thought of me as his daughter. She said unhurriedly.

Si Yunyin's suffocated eyes suddenly relaxed a little, he let go of his hand, and there was still a little doubt in his heart: "You seem to be very different from the rumors." "She has a beautiful face, can sing and play the piano, and seems to be able to do some martial arts, he can't associate the radiant woman in front of him with the third lady of Shangshu Mansion no matter what.

"Lord Wang, hearing is false, seeing is believing." Mo Lan understood what he meant, and sighed helplessly: "Everyone has their own way of survival, and I don't want to be a bargaining chip in the hands of others to show off and climb the dragon and phoenix, so I can only choose to disguise myself." ”

"You're self-defeating, then." Si Yunyin glanced at her contemptuously, "Otherwise, you won't marry this king." ”

"Is there anything wrong with marrying you?" Mo Lan deliberately pretended not to understand his words.

"Didn't anyone tell you......" he suddenly looked into her eyes steadily, "If you marry Lord Min, you will only end up in a funeral?" He curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, but he didn't even know what to say, was that deliberate smile sarcastic to her, or was it sarcastic to himself?

Mo Lan could see the bitterness in his smile, what kind of mood did this beautiful young man have in facing the death that was approaching him? "I'm very open about life and death, but ......," she shrugged, "I don't believe I'm going to end up like that." ”

"It's not up to you to decide how you end." Si Yunyin lightly swept her senseless look and turned to leave. Their endings are not something they can control, and Shu Molan is too naïve.

"Lord Wang, let's make a bet." A crisp voice came from behind me, "Unless I kill myself, I will stay alive until my hair is gray and my teeth are gone, and old age will be my only way to die." ”

The woman's words were full of arrogance and confidence, and they were clearly poured into his ears.

Si Yunyin was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and did not take her words to heart.

"Hey, where are you going?" Watching the white shirt drift away, Mo Lan asked with a shout.

He stood still and looked back at her coldly: "Although you are the princess appointed by your father, this king does not agree, so we have nothing to do with it except for the nominal husband and wife." This king will not ask about your affairs, and please do not interfere with this king, as long as you remember this and keep to yourself, you can continue to be comfortable as your princess Min in the days to come. ”

Mo Lan glanced at him from afar, and muttered in a low voice: "Just what I want!" ”

I don't know if he heard it, Si Yunyin just frowned slightly, and continued to take another step, not planning to entangle more with this woman who didn't take him seriously.

"Hey, wait!" Mo Lan hurriedly shouted to stop him.

He didn't stop, and without looking back, he threw down a sentence in a cold voice: "When you see this king in the future, remember to shout "Lord Wang" in a proper manner!" ”

"Hey! Don't go yet! How am I going to go back, I don't know the way! Feed! Rajah! Lord Min! Mo Lan shouted angrily, until the snow-white disappeared from sight, and then he drooped his head in great frustration. Damn Si Yunyin, show me the way to death! She scolded indignantly and sat back down in the pavilion.

The air at night was getting colder and colder, and Mo Lan was soon frozen to the point that her hands and feet were cold, and just when she thought she was going to blow the northwest wind in the pavilion all night, the little maid of the palace hurriedly ran over. "The princess is auspicious, the slave can be regarded as having found you."

Mo Lan jumped up excitedly as if she had seen a savior: "Wow, how do you know that I am here?" ”

"The prince ordered the slave maid to bring the princess back to the room." The little maid answered truthfully and decently.

Could it be him? Mo Lan couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling in his heart, it seemed that he was not as cold and impersonal as he seemed on the surface.

"Princess, please go back with the slave maid, it's cold outside, don't get cold."

"Yes." She nodded, and left with the little maid.

Si Yunyin, what kind of person are you? She was getting more and more curious about him.