The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became a little weird.

Leng Yue's words made the people at the dinner table a little speechless.

What should they say?

Leng Yue sat at the dining table with no one around, eating and drinking, as if nothing had happened.

What to see?

It's too pretending to be forced to blame in the past, and it's not suitable for you!

Ye Jiuchen doted on Leng Yue, as if no matter how many people were sitting next to him, as long as Leng Yue was there, he would no longer be able to hold other people in his eyes.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Ning Xiang's face was pale, her teeth were biting her lower lip, and she stared straight at Leng Yue with a pair of eyes.

Of course she knew, how could she forgive herself with Leng Yue's temperament?

She didn't even bother to pretend.

But it's still a bit ...... to say it so bluntly in front of everyone that people can't get off the stage Embarrassed.

But he didn't come today to get her forgiveness, so he gathered his mind slightly, and Ning Xiang immediately took a deep breath almost invisibly.

"What about him?"

What she did today was only Ye Mohan, so she couldn't care about anything else.

Leng Yue took a bite of the dish and put it in her mouth.

"I don't know."

"You ......"

Ning Xiang's face froze, and just as she wanted to get up, she saw Turnip coming over and attaching herself to Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen.

"The man has arrived."

"Hmm."

Ye Jiuchen let out a low sound from his throat, and then waved his hand at the turnip. Turnip comprehended, bowed and retreated.

And Leng Yue looked at Ning Xiang on the side expressionlessly, and said without any waves.

"Here we are."

Ning Xiang's heart sank, and subconsciously the whole person tensed, and instinctively wanted to look at the door, but he still clenched his hands and controlled it vigorously.

Jiang Tingbai watched all this quietly, and never said a word from the beginning, as if an outsider was watching everything with cold eyes.

In the quiet dining room, only Leng Yue ate without scruples.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps sounded, accompanied by the rustling sound made by the friction of the clothes materials, which made Ning Xiang's already tense nerves even more tense.

She sat at the table with her back straight, her hands twisted in her laps, and listened to the footsteps getting nearer and closer, and not stopping until she came to the place beside her.

The other three people at the dinner table all looked at Ye Mohan at this time.

I haven't seen him all night, Ye Mohan is still wearing the same shirt as before, his face is also a little haggard, and his sharp jaw has a shallow stubble coming out.

But Rao is like this, whether it is Leng Yue or Ye Jiuchen, or Jiang Tingbai, the three of them all found that Ye Mohan at this moment seemed to be different from before.

It's still that face, it's still that person, but the light and momentum projected in the eyes are already like two people.

The death of Night Wind Cotton seems to have completely changed Ye Mohan.

The reaction of several people to this was quite calm, as if they had expected this to be the case.

Leng Yue was the first to retract her gaze, and continued to eat, drink, and drink.

Ye Jiuchen paused.

"Sit down."

Ye Mohan was silent for two seconds, and then sat down close to Ning Xiang's side.

Although he was surprised that Ning Xiang would appear here, he didn't seem to be surprised anymore.

Now Ye Mohan doesn't seem to show as obvious emotions to anyone or anything as before.

He looked at the sumptuous and unusual meal on the table and pursed his lips slightly.

Sensing Ye Mohan's mood, Ye Jiuchen took the initiative to take the wine jug and poured two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Ye Mohan.

"The first cup, salute the dead night wind cotton, no matter what, we are also brothers and sisters who grew up together, the deceased is gone, may his soul return, and there will be no more deceit and blood in this world."

After speaking, without waiting for Ye Mohan to respond, Ye Jiuchen took the initiative to take a cup and drink it all.

And when Ye Jiuchen mentioned the three words of Night Wind Cotton, the light in Ye Mohan's eyes flickered obviously, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly.

Ye Mohan immediately picked up the wine glass and poured the wine coefficient into his throat.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became a little oppressive.

Leng Yue's expression was indifferent, Jiang listened to the smile on the corner of his white lips, Ning Xiang looked at the two people who seemed to be out of the way, and finally couldn't help but fall on Ye Mohan's body.

I don't know if it's because I'm aware of it, or if Ning Xiang's gaze is too affectionate and too straight, in a moment, Ye Mohan also projected his eyes.

The four eyes met, and Ning Xiang could clearly feel the heart in her chest, trembling violently.

In the past, Ye Mohan had seen her countless times.

And in the past, Ye Mohan's eyes may be cold, resentful, or hateful, and warned, but there has never been a time like now, which makes people tremble.

Not because of fear, not because of fear.

Ning Xiang couldn't tell what kind of emotion she had, but there was a voice in her heart telling her--

It's different.

Today's Ye Mo Han is no longer the Ye Mo Han of the past.

At the moment of thought, Ye Jiuchen had already poured a second glass of wine for himself and Ye Mohan.

This time, without waiting for Ye Jiuchen to speak, Ye Mohan took his eyes back from Ning Xiang, took the initiative to pick up the cup, slowly opened his mouth with a slightly distant gaze, and said the first sentence after entering the dining room.

It was only as soon as he opened his mouth that everyone realized that his voice had become hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered, rough and sharpened, and the eardrums of the scraped people were painful.

"The second glass of wine, toast the past night Mo cold.

From now on, there will only be the emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom in the world, and there will be no four princes of the Great Zhou Kingdom in the past, and there will be no siblings, brothers and sisters, loved relatives and friends in the world. ”

After that, Ye Mohan raised his head directly and drank the wine in the cup.

Ye Jiuchen's expression was calm, but his eyes were deep and dull, he paused, and drank all the wine in his cup.

Ning Xiang looked at Ye Mohan like this, and just felt distressed.

She came today just to take a look at him and see if he was okay.

But when he really came, Ning Xiang found that she didn't dare to look at him.

That persistence, that courage that was not cowardly in the face of Jiang Tingbai, collapsed and collapsed in an instant the moment he appeared.

There is really such a person in this world who can instantly make you soft and soft.

In his eyes at such a moment, he is not what he said, but like a child, which makes people feel distressed.

Ning Xiang thought so, but Jiang Tingbai seemed to be smiling, neither eating nor drinking, let alone saying or moving, as if he was brewing something.

After the second glass of wine, Ye Jiuchen and Ye Mohan stretched out their hands towards the wine jug at the same time, but what people didn't expect was that before the hands of the two touched the wine jug, another hand picked up the wine jug with the momentum of covering their ears and ringing the bell.

Ye Jiuchen and Ye Mohan looked at the owner of the hand in unison, only to see Leng Yue holding the wine jug with an indifferent face, and poured a glass of wine for Ye Jiuchen, Ye Mohan, and herself.

The eyes of the people at the table looking at Leng Yue were a little complicated.

It's so weird!

It's horrible!

Leng Yue poured wine for people!

Leng Yue actually poured wine for someone!

Can I drink this wine?

Will it be dead?

Leng Yue raised her eyes and glanced at everyone coldly.

What do you want me to do?

The old lady has flowers on her face?

After a pause, Leng Yue picked up the wine glass and spoke in a cold voice.

"The third cup of wine is practiced for the emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom."

After speaking, he did it directly, and the one that did it was called a sassy and heroic, clean and neat, and resolute.

Seeing this, Ye Jiuchen couldn't help but smile at the lips, and then drank the wine in the cup like Leng Yue.

Ye Mo glanced at Leng Yue steadily.

This glance reminded him of the past.

The first time was in a restaurant, when he saw Leng Yue on the street in order to help a little beggar, and teach two hooligans a lesson.

At that time, he just thought that this little girl was a little righteous, but she had no brains.

After all, she had taught people a lesson like this, and when she turned back and left, the two ruffians would bully the little beggar even harder.

Originally, this incident would not have caused half a ripple in his heart.

But later, Leng Ruoxue gave him advice and worked with him to commit Leng Yue, the concubine of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, to him, so as to get the support of the Zhenguo General's Mansion.

Subsequently, Leng Ruoxue quietly asked Leng Yue out for her to see.

At that moment, Ye Mohan knew that the person on the street that day was Leng Yue.

At that time, Ye Mohan didn't expect that he would have any feelings for a woman like Leng Yue.

It's just that a series of things happened later, but it made him feel like poisoned, more and more uncontrollable, and more and more unable to extricate himself.

Later, Leng Yue was no longer the woman she saw on the street, a woman who was a little righteous and kind, but had no resourcefulness. Instead, he was reborn, cold, self-contained, intelligent, and sensitive, even if he didn't say anything, did nothing, just stood in the crowd, as if he would shine, and he couldn't help but watch.

Ye Mohan can't remember exactly when he started to like Leng Yue, maybe it was when he was deflated on her again and again, or maybe it was when he saw her standing by Ye Jiuchen's side, tacit and harmonious.

In short, when he realized it, Ye Mohan knew that he was finished.

It's a pity that feelings are not a one-person thing.

He has paid so much and done so much, but Leng Yue has never looked back.

Even, even Mo Han died overnight.

It's yourself!

It was for the sake of Leng Yue that he stabbed the deadly sword into the chest of Night Wind Cotton.

Until now, Ye Mohan's ears still echoed the words of Ye Fengmian before he died.

"Don't love anyone anymore but yourself!"

Today, it's enough to see you for the last time.

Thinking of this, Ye Mohan couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand and slowly stretched out towards the wine glass in front of him.

Picking up the wine glass, Ye Mohan smiled heartily at Leng Yue.

"Thank you."

"Hmm."

"Cold Moon!"

"Hmm."

"Goodbye!"

For today's parting of you and me.

Also for the past I have all my obsessions with you!