Tianquan is mountainous, and it is late spring, which is a good situation of smoke and rain.

A gentle drizzle fell on the green treetops and fell silently on the ground.

As far as the eye can see, the green mountains and green waters are like a fairy-like beauty.

A horse-drawn carriage galloped through the mountain road of Tianquan.

The sound of horses' hooves passed, leaving two shallow rut marks.

Mo Lan lifted the curtain and looked at the gradually familiar scenery outside the window, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

Although Mo Lan is a county marquis, he is idle by nature and has a good rhythm.

He volunteered to play the table and asked to travel overseas to appreciate the customs of various places. Bring some rare things to give to Zhiming.

Zhi Ming knew that he did not like political affairs by nature, and Zhi Ming, as the king of a country, could only be locked up in the royal city, and could not be free.

Because he can't get it, he wants his friends to do whatever he wants.

Yes, he clearly approved Mo Lan's request.

When Mo Lan entered the palace, it was drizzling in the sky.

He carried an oil-paper umbrella and entered the palace.

The drizzle silently stained the oil-paper umbrellas, and even the entire Tianquan Palace was foggy.

"I'm tired of going in and going through it, Ben Hou wants to see the king."

Xiao Fat leaned over and bowed his head, "Mo Junhou is tired of waiting for the carriage and horses, and the road is hard." ”

Mo Lan smiled slightly, but did not speak.

He waited for about half an hour, the door was opened from the inside, and a personal eunuch beside Zhiming said with a smile, "Mo Junhou come in, the king is invited." ”

Mo Lan went in with the others.

The door slammed shut.

Mo Lan walked towards Zhiming step by step, he hadn't seen his friends for many years, and his eyes were a little sour.

He knelt down with a thud, "Sinner Mo Lan, please meet the king." ”

"Get up."

Zhi Ming looked at Mo Lan quietly, wearing a blue and white robe, wearing a golden crown, and his face was still the same, but his figure had decreased slightly.

Mo Lan got up, his eyes were a little red, "Wechen traveled overseas, but I didn't know that Tianquan had suffered a great change, and Wechen was ashamed. ”

"It's good to be back. You must have heard some of them along the way. ”

Zhi Ming's phoenix eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were like the Persian cats Mo Lan had seen overseas, dangerous and noble. His golden crown and purple hair were tied up high, and he no longer saw his former childishness.

Today's Zhiming, with a strong aura, is noble and elegant, which is very different from the past.

If they hadn't grown up together since childhood, Mo Lan would definitely think that the man in front of him would have been taken away by someone a long time ago.

"Well, Weichen heard that there was a change in Tianquan overseas, so he hurried over. Overseas information is jammed, and it is only now that Wechen has returned to Tianquan. ”

Zhi Ming took a casual sip of tea, "How do people overseas evaluate Tianquan's change?" ”

Mo Lan didn't dare to speak casually, for fear of saying the wrong thing and causing the emperor's wrath.

The current wisdom is unattainable and unfathomable.

Daunting.

Mo Lan said, "I heard that General Wei has a heart of disobedience. The king and Murong shared the hardships together, suppressed the bandits, and destroyed Kaiyang. ”

Zhi Ming's expression narrowed slightly, "Mo Lan still missed something, right?" ”

Mo Lan knelt down with a "plop", his body trembled slightly, "The king forgives the sin." ”

Zhi Mingsi slowly straightened his sleeves, "Taifu is dead, and Ziyu is also dead." Yes, you haven't met Ziyu, but you should have heard of him. He was the prince of Liuli and later became the general of Tianquan. He also died because of his own king. You don't dare to tell this king because you are afraid of annoying this king. ”

Mo Lan knelt on the ground, "Wei Chen is afraid of provoking some unhappy memories on the king, after all, the deceased is gone." ”

Zhi Ming said, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year." If it weren't for them, where would I be where I am today? ”

The more he spoke so lightly, the more Mo Lan's heart hurt.

He couldn't help but secretly sigh that his previous obsession was willful, reckless, and chic.

And now, Ling Ran's bearing, his whole body is full of the nobility of a king, and he has an alienating temperament.

Sure enough, a lot has changed.

Mo Lan lowered his head and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and the king has changed a lot. ”

Holding Ming's eye waves moved slightly, "How can people remain the same?" It's cold on the ground, get up. ”

Only then did Mo Lan get up and stand up.

"He, is he okay?"

"Now that he's a king, can he be good?" Zhiming's voice revealed a little loneliness and indifference. "He has been lying on his back for many years, and he finally got what he wanted, and this king should be happy for him."

"Your Majesty...... You're not happy, are you......"

"No, there isn't. From the death of the country to the establishment of a county, and from the establishment of a county to the establishment of a country. Whether he used me back then or was sincere has long been clear at a glance. ”

Such a light and breezy remark actually came from the mouth of Zhiming.

Mo Lan's heart ached slightly, he organized a sentence for a long time, and finally turned into a sigh, "However, I heard that he personally came to Tianquan and wanted to come to the king...... Is it sincere? ”

"Whether it's sincere or jealous, this king can't tell the difference at this time."

"The King's ......"

"You're tired, go back and rest early."

"Yes...... Wechen retired. ”