Chapter 180 In this life, one has been lost

"I, Mo Rongyue, have lost a daughter in this life."

Saying this, Murong Yue turned around, her soft gaze was sharp, flashing with bright light.

"I don't want to lose another one."

The crescent moon hangs quietly in the night sky, the bright stars surround it, twinkling, the crescent moon is like a hook, calmly exuding a cold moonlight, and the cold eyes overlook all beings.

Lifelong life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows.

It was unmoved.

The cold night breeze blew across his cheeks, and Gong Zhaohui's cold fingertips trembled before he regained his consciousness.

At this time, the woman in plain clothes was long gone.

Only the majestic emperor in the dragon robe was left, standing alone in the cold wind, and his mind was unknown.

Gong Zhaohui slowly put on his cloak and left with his sleeves brushed up, his face was solemn, as deep as the dark night sky.

Murong Yue's cold words always lingered in his ears, like a sharp blade, again and again, mercilessly picking at the wound deep in the bottom of his heart, and blood was filled.

reminded him again and again, forced him again and again, and tortured him again and again.

He was, how much, warm, he had.

He had, lost so much, something precious.

He is now, longing for how much, the beauty of the past.

However, all in vain.

Gong Zhaohui raised his hand, straightened the slight folds on his sleeves, tightened the straps of his cloak, and looked straight ahead with his eyes, his eyes deep and sharp.

No matter what, he is still the emperor who reigns over the world.

No one can change that.

Ah Yue, are you expressing your position to me?

However, Su Yunran will not be your daughter.

The night breeze was cold, the palace lights were shaking, and when the lights were extinguished, Gong Zhaohui's face was a little hideous and a little dark.

Gradually, it blends in with the night.

Hanyue Hall————

The candle flame swayed, and the guqin lay quietly on the piano case, with a cold light of the crystal seven strings, with an astringent coolness.

Murong Yue leaned on the low couch casually, supporting her forehead with her hands, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her expression was quiet.

After a long time, Murong Yue slowly got off the low couch, came to a compartment inside, raised her hand to set up an enchantment, condensed her palm spiritual power, and waved it vigorously against a wall.

The spiritual power smashed against the wall, and there was no loud noise. The spiritual power seemed to be absorbed by the wall, and the loss was silent, and the wall twisted and became transparent.

Murong Yue raised her eyes, her eyes were sharp and heroic, and she was full of coldness.

After straightening out the slightly messy hem of her clothes slightly, Mo Rongyue raised her feet and walked through the wall, and her figure disappeared into the empty and deserted palace.

The candle flame flickered, swaying with the cold firelight, and the plain gauze swayed gently, glowing with a faint halo.

The huge dormitory was empty.

After getting out of the carriage, Su Yunshu gathered the cloak on Su Yun's body, looked up at the night sky, and said softly: "It's not early, go back and rest early." ”

Su Yunran nodded obediently, "Third brother also rest early." ”

Su Yunshu chuckled and responded, "Okay." ”

Su Yunran bowed slightly, and walked towards Yunshuiju with Jiufei and Jiuxun.

Returned to Yunshuiju, after washing, Su Yunran was wearing a snow-colored nightgown, her long soft hair hung down quietly, and the clear and cold water droplets slowly dripped along the hair, lining Su Yunran's delicate face to be more transparent and crystalline.

Jiufei was wiping Su Yunran's hair with a towel, but suddenly felt a strange breath, and then the towel in his hand was taken away.

Jiufei was shocked, and raised his head suddenly, but saw a man in a dark robe who came here at some point, holding a slightly wet towel in his hand, with a cold face and deep eyes.

Jiufei was slightly stunned, then leaned over respectfully and saluted: "The slave has seen King Gong." ”

Mo Qingchen let out a faint "um", and then came behind Su Yunran, and his slender and powerful hands gently rested on her thin shoulders.

Su Yunran's face remained unchanged, he didn't look back, and only lightly ordered: "Jiufei, you go down first." ”

Jiufei secretly glanced at Su Yunran, and saw that his family was still calm, and there were not many waves on his delicate face, as if he was not surprised by this sudden arrival.

Jiufei took a deep breath, answered "yes" and lowered his head, respectfully retreated, and closed the door by the way, silently.

Su Yunran glanced lightly in the direction of Jiufei's departure, raised her thin eyebrows, and said clearly: "You scared her." ”

Mo Qingchen raised his hand and wrapped a thick and soft towel around Su Yun's dye wet hair, his cold face slowly softened, and his low and mellow voice was smiling.

"It's her who makes too much fuss."

Mo Qingchen paused, condensed his palm's spiritual power, brought up a warm airflow, and continued: "If you come to my bedroom, they will definitely not have such a big reaction. ”

Su Yunran pursed his lips and said in a strange tone: "Those few of your subordinates are quite stupid. ”

"Really?"

Mo Qingchen raised his lips, seemed to think about it seriously, and then nodded as if he was very serious, and responded, "It's a little." ”

Su Yunran only felt that his wet hair had become warm in Mo Qingchen's hands, and it had penetrated into the deepest part of his heart.

After a while, Mo Qingchen put down the towel and took the jade comb on the side, moving gently, one by one, combing the soft green silk for Su Yun, and the affection was relentless.

On the rhombic mirror, the two of them were also peerless, Mo Qingchen's slender and good-looking fingers passed through Su Yun's soft green silk, and the jade comb was gently combed, carefully.

Simply pulling Su Yunran's hair, Mo Qingchen put down the jade comb, gently put his hands on Su Yunran's thin shoulders, and leaned over slightly.

In the mirror, the faces of the two are closely intertwined, one is elegant and noble, the other is peerless and gentle, one is clear in snow, and the other is deep in dark clothes.

The green silks of the two of them hung down one after another, intertwined, and they couldn't tell you and me apart.

Su Yunran looked at the two people who were leaning next to each other in the mirror, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her clear eyes were actually moist and shining, flashing with a shimmer of fine light.

Mo Qingchen smiled slightly and asked softly, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Su Yunran was stunned for a moment, the tip of her nose was astringent, she pulled her lips and nodded: "It's good-looking." ”

Mo Qingchen laughed softly, then reached out and gently took Su Yunran's slender body into his arms, his chin slightly rested on the top of her hair, and rubbed it gently.

The familiar cold fragrance came to his face, and his ears were full of Mo Qingchen's powerful heartbeat, Su Yunran slowly closed his eyes, and his delicate little face gently leaned against Mo Qingchen's warm chest.

Mo Qingchen stretched out his hand and gently patted Su Yunran's thin back, with some reassurance.

"Ah Ran."

Mo Qingchen spoke softly, his voice magnetic and mellow, full of gentleness.

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he let out a casual "um".

Mo Qingchen gently hugged Su Yunran, extremely patient, and slowly spoke: "Concubine Nayue, it's my aunt, Gong Linggui, it's my cousin." ”

"They treat you like this, it should be for your mother."

"Although they are quieter on weekdays, their power should not be underestimated, and it is a good thing that they treat you sincerely."

"Ling Gui is calm and witty, and it's good to be your brother."

Su Yunran slowly opened his eyes, his eyes darkened, and his thoughts were unclear.

At this time, Mo Qingchen paused, his slender hand stopped on Su Yunran's head, his breathing slowed, and he fell into silence.

(End of chapter)