Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2975 Step by step startling: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family (119)

   is clearly in the warmth of the sun, but from the back of King Jin, he does not feel the slightest temperature. It is indescribably cold and lonely, lonely and sad.

  His back was facing the bright white light alone, no one could see that his originally calm and indifferent appearance tore a hole in the dead silence, and laughed silently.

  On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he kept guarding outside, daring not to leave nor to go in. After seeing Chu Qingyu coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and had not spoken yet. Chu Qingyu already knew what he wanted to ask on the seventh lunar day.

  "I will try my best. Adults’ eyes must not have any trouble." Chu Qingyu tried his best to calm his emotions, and said to the seventh day of the seventh day in a calm tone: "The adults don’t want to see people now, so you still don’t go in."

  Nodded on the seventh day of the day, looking at Chu Qingyu with great respect for the first time, and solemnly said one word: "Mr. Chu, please."

   "This is what I should." Chu Qingyu finally looked back at the bedroom with the door closed, took a deep breath, and strode away.

   When I entered the palace again on the seventh day of the day, it was already night, and the windows were still ajar, and the cold wind of the winter night poured in so unscrupulously, dazzling the man's hair, it was a vague sense of coldness.

  Mo Liyan was still on the soft couch, as if he hadn't made any movements all day, it looked like a sculpture, very quiet, and there was no sound of depressive silence in the bedroom.

"Master." The seventh day of the month called out softly, his expression was complicated, he held his sword very hard, he was the master's guard, and his life was saved by the master. He had no idea of ​​what power in the country, he only cared. That person, on the seventh day of the seventh day, went up to the ghost and said, "If Miss Lingbai knew that you were hurt for her, you might be softhearted."

Mo Liyan finally had a reaction when he heard such a sentence. His slender fingers supported his beautiful forehead, and his long eyelashes covered those dark gray eyes with no focus, as if they were annihilated in the dark, and his thin lips slowly spread. There was an arc that seemed to be mocking, and his voice was low and dull.

   "Then?" He seemed to chuck softly, an indescribable solitary irony: "Use these eyes to beg her for a trace of mercy, a trace of sympathy, a trace of charity?"

  His pride, his arrogance, his decisiveness, death would not allow him to do so.

  Mo Li Yan turned his eyes sideways, as if he was looking out of the window, but no matter where he looked, his vision was endless darkness, as if he was sinking in the abyss of immortality with him, unable to extricate himself from it.

  He said: “Because she is the king who will do her own way and willingly. All the consequences will be borne by the king, and it has nothing to do with her.”

On the seventh day of the seventh day, his heart trembled fiercely. He knew how lonely and arrogant the master was. It would be more impossible for him to do that than to die. On the seventh day of the seventh day, he bowed his head and said, "The subordinate is wrong."

  Mo Liyan didn't care about it, and didn't say anything about this topic, "Get out, no one will come in again."

  No more stays on the seventh day of the day, and went out silently.

   And Mo Liyan was drowned in the endless darkness, closed his eyes, and listened to the whistling wind outside the window in silence.

  It's such a cold winter snowy night, the cold white moonlight is engulfed by the sound of the lingering wind.

  A man who pretends to be cold-hearted and indifferent, who has exhausted his organs, was finally moved and lost his heart. Since then, he has been forever sinking in the dark, unforgettable abyss.

  He calculated everything, but he alone could not calculate her.

  That true heart was just cut open in the cold winter night, shivering and shattering in the biting snow.

  Two days later,

  The new snow stopped. Layers of white and soft snowflakes were paved. They fell on the eaves, on the trees, on the road. The whole world was pure snow, covered in silver, and silver light flowing.

  The morning sun rises from the east, the light is shining white and warm, shining in every corner of the world, lightly gathering on the ice and snow, refracting the crystal clear light.

  There was a long ice falling under the eaves of the corridor, quietly basking in the sun, and bright white water drops dripping from the tip of the ice, dripping onto the bluestone slab, smudging the misty sky blue.

   "Master, Master Xie is here, and I have to see you, now I'm outside." The seventh day of the seventh day frowned, and told helplessly that he had blocked it several times, but he hadn't blocked it. There was really no way.

  The figure by the window is slender and lonely, like a fairy and a devil.

Those eyes were covered with white silk because they couldn't see the light, and the color was the same as snow, covering those beautiful and sharp eyes of Danfeng. Under the high nose, there are thin lips with light crimson bewitching, and a curve of the lower jaw. Leng Bai Ling, there is a kind of hazy beauty of coldness, but it is a little bit more unspeakable, elegant and expensive.

  Three thousand ink hairs are scattered behind him like a waterfall, only a black ribbon is tied to the back and the line is straight, and the white silk is set against the black clothes. It is a cold and abstinent black and white.

   "No." Mo Liyan leaned sparsely on the soft couch. He didn't take the words of the seventh day of the seventh year in his heart at all, just the obvious meaning.

  Nodded on the seventh day of the day, and just wanted to go out, but the people waiting outside broke in directly!

  "Master Xie, Master Xie..."

   "You can't come in."

   "Master Xie, please go out!"

  Not far away, there was a small and fragmented interception sound. The seventh day of the seventh year was cold, and he was about to go out.

  Mo Liyan was silent for two seconds, and then casually said: "Forget it, let him in."

  Xie Jinshu insisted that there must be something wrong with him. Even if he doesn't see him now, Xie Jinshu will try his best to come in. He has no thoughts to fight Xie Jinshu, so it's better to let Xie Jinshu in, maybe... it's related to that person.

  Mo Liyan thought from the bottom of his heart, and ordered another sentence: "On the ninth day of the first day, you should withdraw first."

  Chu Jiuduan sat at the table, his body tight and stiff, and there were a lot of official documents piled up in front of him. They were arranged in an orderly manner, which was saved by Mo Liyan during the three days of being in a coma.

Now Mo Liyan can’t look at things and it’s inconvenient to review official affairs, but he didn’t intend to waste time like this. Starting from the first night after waking up, he insisted on asking Chu Jiu to give him official affairs information sentence by sentence. Read it out, and then tell the solution, let the 9th day of the month write it up instead of yourself.

  He is really a born emperor, with a careful mind, but in the end... he can't escape a love letter.

These official duties are piled up like a mountain, and it is not easy to deal with it. Mo Liyan doesn't mind, and even puts all his time on official affairs, from morning to night, it seems that you don’t need to think about other things. Nor would he think of the night when the blizzard and the sea of ​​flames were annihilated in the night, nor would he think of the person who felt pain in his bones once it appeared in his mind.

  (End of this chapter)