Chapter 2869

Mo Yelei has been looking in the direction of the side without leaving a trace. He gave dye white several winks. As a result, the girl didn't even look sideways, which made Mo Yelei feel worse.

"The prince often looks in the direction of the king. Is it because the king has a beauty that makes the prince happy?"

Mo Liyan played with the exquisite wine cup in his hand. His dark red thin lips half aroused a trace of evil radian. He opened his mouth lazily, smiling rather than smiling, and was very interested.

The peeping action was pointed out. Mo Yilei pursed his lips, smiled and held the wine glass. "The third brother is joking. How can it be?"

"That's good." Mo Liyan gently put down the wine cup he played with at will. His deep and thoughtful eyes fell in the center of the hall, and his tone was full of evil: "I almost thought the prince fell in love with my new recruit at first sight."

Mo Ye Lei pulled the corners of his lips with a smile. At the same time, he stared at the center of the hall and whispered, "there's no such thing. The third brother is careful."

"Just joking with the prince." Mo Liyan's tone was slight, but his eyes were cold: "how can the prince still take it seriously?"

"The third brother is really in a good mood. He's ashamed of himself. Come on, don't say this joke again." Mo Yilei lowers his head, his cruel mood is fleeting at the bottom of his eyes, and his tone remains unchanged.

Mo Liyan smiled faintly. The dark and delicate eyebrows were gently provoked, lazy and cold: "the prince can't help it. Naturally, the king won't say it again."

Mo Yilei's chest fluctuated up and down, slightly clenched his teeth and didn't speak again. He thought that Wei Pingsheng had a lot of friends with himself now, and his contacts and residence were under the control of his eyes. Before long, he would take the initiative to submit to his door to be loyal to him. The rolling anger at the bottom of his heart dissipated.

At the beginning of the banquet, such a smoke-free battle ended.

The Ministers sitting around all kept their heads no lower and tried not to pay attention to the confrontation between the two princes.

One of the young people in sky blue robes always sang with a smile and sang wine to song, showing a leisurely look. He was good-looking, gentle in facial features and elegant in temperament.

This is the eighth Prince of Da Chu.

Mo Rongxuan.

He has been used to keeping a low profile in the palace since he was a child. No matter who he is, he always smiles and chants. It is said that he has never lost his temper. That's what happened to pianpianjia childe.

Few people will pay attention to him, because he is really low-key, usually inconspicuous and never shows off.

In addition, the power of his mother's family is weak. Up to now, his biological mother is only a concubine of an ordinary concubine, and he is not happy with the holy. Even he himself has not been happy before the holy.

So many courtiers automatically ignored such a prince.

"You must be happy in life." he sighed low, his eyes misty.

Ranbai was not interested in watching such a song and dance party. Coupled with the tear of the wound, she wondered if she could find some herbs from the palace to temporarily inhibit the wound, so she went out first.

Ruolian wants to go out with her, but ranbai refuses.

After being directly pointed out by Mo Liyan, Mo Yilei can't look at ranbai anymore. Now Yu Guang catches such a scene intentionally or unintentionally. He puts down his glass and gets up to leave.

The two men left one after another.

Mo Liyan's cold fingertips slowly rubbed the edge of the wine cup. That action was like rubbing a sharp sword. The surrounding air field was too cold, and the low air pressure lingered all the time.

If Lian almost endured the numbness of her scalp and stood there, she was ready to cry at the bottom of her heart.

Miss, why don't you take me out!!

Now I am left alone to face the low pressure of the master.

It's too hard!

After a while,

Mo Liyan suddenly got up and walked indifferently and coldly to the outside of the hall. The luxurious and blurred light in the palace collided and crumpled at the bottom of his eyes, but he couldn't brighten his cold eyes. It was always cold and thin.

If Lian sees that the master has gone out, she quickly follows up.

The two royal children in this row left one after another. The people around them noticed the picture and looked at their nose, nose and heart, pretending to see nothing.

The disagreement between the prince and King Jin is not an obscure thing. Everyone doesn't know, so it's not surprising.

And outside the palace.

Away from singing and dancing and string music, a crescent moon in the night sky seems to fall on the exquisite turret, cutting through the dim darkness.

The girl in white walked alone on the road outside the hall. The evening wind in early summer blew her sleeves and skirts, and rolled slightly in the wind, looking clear, meaningful and beautiful.

Zhao Jiong's eyes unconsciously fell on the figure passing by the lake. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva. When he saw no one around, he still had the courage to go up.

Such a beauty was a little excited when he first saw it at the banquet early in the morning, but he didn't dare to make a mistake because King Jin was nearby.

Now that the beauty has taken the initiative, he also has a chance.

I believe King Jin won't care about a maid and his book of rites in the end. After all, he doesn't care about the appearance of King Jin.

Therefore, under the trend of thoughts in the bottom of his heart, Zhao Jiong walked up with an upsurge of emotion, and his fat disc like face squeezed out a smiling appearance, "now the party is just right. Why did the girl come out alone?"

Dye Bai noticed someone approaching at the first sight, but she didn't care or want to pay attention. Her light eyes fell on countless flowers and trees planted in the palace.

Zhao Jiong was so neglected that he was unhappy at the bottom of his heart. His eyes stuck to the girl's side face and couldn't move his eyes. He smiled: "is it lonely..."

Then he stretched out his fat claws and wanted to touch the girl.

Hidden under the snow colored wide sleeves, he played with a sharp and sharp small concealed weapon at will, as if he would kill people in the next second and splash blood three feet. Dyed white turned over twice. The action contained a bit of noble elegance. When she was going to stab sun Jiong directly into his eyes, a voice came from far and near, with a bit of deep meaning.

"Zhao Jiong! What are you doing?"

Mo Yelei walked in with a slightly unhappy face, his hands behind him, and his eyes were a flash of gloom. He looked at Zhao Jiong.

Zhao Jiong didn't think so at the moment when he heard the voice. Later, he felt a little familiar. When he saw the comer approaching, the whole person was shocked and quickly took back his hand like an electric shock.

Too, prince?!

He hastened to bow his hands, with a smile on his face.

"How come the prince is here, minister, minister, just..." a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He hesitated to find an excuse and said with a smile: "I just saw the girl come out alone and come forward to say hello."

"But the greeting is over?" Mo Ye Lei glanced at Zhao Jiong and said in a deep voice.