Chapter 3033

"Did you give the seal or the book or because of me?"

His snow-white teeth bit the tip of his tongue. The tingling made him more sober for a moment. They all responded calmly: "yes."

Ranbai always looked at Mo Liyan without looking away. The depths of peach blossom eyes seemed to be stained with blood without any light.

Her eyes locked on the eyebrows and eyes of the young emperor. After a long pause, when Mo Liyan thought that dyed white was not asking again, she finally opened her mouth.

The question is very light:

"You do all this... Because you love me. Right?"

This is the last question.

It is also the root of all problems.

Such a light tone, such a light question.

But let Mo Liyan shudder at every nerve end. The imperceptible feelings buried in the deepest part of his heart were completely exposed in the empty darkness of the long night in this June summer without warning.

Sheng Sheng cut open in front of dye Bai. It was clearly such a warm and hot summer, but he still shivered cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and condensed into ice inch by inch.

Cold heart dissection is grace and robbery.

Mo Liyan didn't know how much strength he had used. When his thin lips opened and closed several times, he couldn't find his voice. It was difficult to send out any syllable, and even the cold and ferocious pain at that moment.

He said, "yes."

A simple word, heavy as mountains and rivers, admits everything.

Ranbai listened to such a word without any action for a long time. In the depressed and embarrassing dark silence, she blinked her eyelashes lightly, and then blinked several times, isolating all the emotions in the bottom of her eyes.

The girl slowly stepped back, then stepped back, and gradually opened a distance with the young emperor. A few steps away, she separated the ends of the earth.

Mo Liyan could hear the girl's movements. He could feel that the man was away from him.

far from.

The cotton wadding seemed to be blocked in the blood vessel, unable to breathe, even breathing was difficult, and the feeling of suffocation was diffuse.

Mo Liyan asked a sentence. Every word had to pause for a long time. He rolled on the tip of his tongue countless times, which contained countless bitter and painful meanings. The words were like blade weeping blood:

"Such feelings... Make you sick, don't you?"

Ranbai didn't speak and didn't say a word.

She was standing in the dark and sinking. No one knew what she was thinking.

After a long silent time.

"Forget it." she suddenly opened her mouth. Her voice was light and light, like a wisp of misty clouds, which would be annihilated in heaven and earth at any time. It was the most calm and precious tone, and it was also the most ruthless and indifferent language in the world.

These two concise words, understated, fell on the ear, haunted and recalled countless times.

But in an instant, it makes ink leave Yan like falling into an abyss, and life is better than death.

original,

In the dark prison of King Jin's house,

The person in front of me also said in such a light and indifferent tone.

——"Forget it."

These two words crossed the torrent of time and overlapped again.

At that time, Mo Liyan didn't understand what the seemingly simple three words contained. Now he finally understood, but it was too late.

original,

He had lost her himself at that time.

no

Maybe earlier.

"Mo Liyan, don't love me." ran Bai lowered her eyes and said plainly: "it's not worth it."

She can't turn back.

I won't look back.

Never.

"Why?" the young king's eyes were broken in the dark, shook slightly, and his voice was broken: "I say it's worth it, it's worth it."

Ranbai doesn't satirize what Mo Liyan said, but he doesn't have any recognition. His attitude has always been quiet, just like an outsider.

She handed the red sandalwood box to the new emperor again. Her white fingertips gently pressed against the edge of the box. The temperature was cold and her voice was cold: "return it to its original owner."

Although Mo Liyan didn't see it, at the moment when ran Bai came back, he knew that this man understood everything.

"I gave it to you." he didn't reach out to pick it up, but coldly decided: "if you don't like it, throw it away."

Dye looked at him expressionless and directly threw the important national seal on the table next to him. "You don't want the rivers and mountains you beat down yourself, do you?"

Mo Liyan answered without any hesitation, cold and stubborn: "No."

Ranbai sneered: "you can."

The ink left Yanjing for a little while, and the slender fingers folded in the cuffs clenched tightly, white and blue.

final,

However, he looked calm and indifferent, tried his best to restrain the severe pain of poison and went to the table next to him. The pale fingers almost translucent held the wine lamp, which was very slow and elegant, especially quiet and cherished, as if it was not a cup of ordinary wine.

He poured two glasses of wine in a row and turned to dye white gently. He held the glass with a smile on his eyebrows. He was particularly elegant and noble. Every step seemed to walk in the abyss.

So gradually close to dyeing white.

Until it stopped in front of the girl princess.

One of the glasses of wine was stretched out in the air and handed to ran Bai. The strong aroma of liquor filled the air, masking many of his bloody smell. The emperor's demeanor was unfathomable, and the falling voice was linglie and pleasant.

"Have a drink with me. It's the last one."

Dyed white drooped her eyes, took a look at the crystal clear liquor, and looked at Mo Liyan's pale face like snow and a touch of arc from her thin lips.

At that moment, she remembered the original Palace Banquet,

His highness King Jin raised his glass in the distance across the brilliant lights, surrounded by the noisy voices of courtiers of the aristocratic family laughing, but he seemed to be a static picture, cold and precious, unparalleled in the world. He raised his glass in her direction, never falling, deep and indifferent, smiling and chanting.

No one can see how much pain he has endured under such a light surface.

As it is now.

In this silent darkroom,

Ranbai finally took over the wine handed over by Mo Liyan. She stared at the crystal wine. In front of the emperor's eyes, she drank it neatly without any pause.

Looking at such a picture, Mo Liyan also drank all the wine in the cup, slightly looked up between his eyes, the neck line was clean and smooth, the radian was exquisite, and the bewitching Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Ranbai felt abnormal in a few moments, but she didn't say a word or respond.

At the moment when he felt the girl faint, Mo Liyan stretched out his hand for the first time and grabbed the girl's thin and slender waist branch, which seemed to break at a break, preventing dye Bai from falling down directly.

The young emperor stood quietly, holding the unconscious girl, greedy for the long lost temperature.