Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2994 Step by step Jinghong: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family has been in love (138)

  Therefore, it has also repeatedly caused the two to take each other's hands very tacitly in the courtroom. There is no burden of feelings, and the methods are as ruthless as before. Various conspiracy calculations have been superimposed on layers.

   But in private,

  They are friends, even confidantes, they have no scruples, they talk very happily, and they don’t care about the confrontation in the court.

  Such a harmonious but contradictory relationship, I don’t know how many people have caught it.

  But the two still do their own way, recklessly.

  In fact, whether it is Xie Jinshu or Dye Bai, at least they are similar in one thing, and they can only be summarized in four words.

  ——Benefits come first.

"I can afford to lose, I'm convinced." Xie Jinshu smiled faintly, his eyebrows were like a March spring breeze blowing on the lake, with shallow water patterns, and like a summer night pear blossoms blowing the moon, dazzling the hazy scenery, he smiled lightly: "But... …What about Han Xun?"

   Ranbai laughed: "What I want is rights, not the throne."

  The assassination a year ago has already had results.

   is what Han Xun did.

   is just for testing.

   is not important either.

   isn’t it?

  Xie Jinshu: "Okay, I won't tell you something."

  Xie Jinshu knows everything about the royal family very well.

  In fact, what is the difference?

  As long as the Xie’s family is not involved, he would be happy to watch the two argue.

Unfortunately,

  Whether it’s Han Xun or Ranbai, there is a problem in the middle, stabilizing the imperial power and centralizing power.

  This makes Xie Jinshu very distressed.

  Following an unconscious emperor, another thoughtful princess came.

  啧.

  "Privately..." Xie Jinshu said: "Only talk about classics and essays, regardless of state affairs."

  Throwing away the interests, the wind and the moon are related.

   Dye Bai replied casually, looking straight at the scenery ahead, the crimson lips filled with an evil and wanton specious smile, but it did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

far away,

  The receiver of Da Chu appeared unhurriedly in the line of sight, hitting the bottom of his eyes, with a familiar and unfamiliar appearance.

  He rode a horse and walked against the snow.

  The sky full of white snow fell on his shoulders, enveloping him with a bit of chill.

  Hall of King Jin was dressed in a solemn black brocade dress, and he glanced at him, only to feel that the color was cold and strict, indifferent and abstinent. His hair is tied with a jade crown, ink silk is like a waterfall, and the lines on his side face are sharp and sharp. Each brush is as clean and white as a landscape painting, which is sharp and sharp.

   A pair of sharp and deep eyes like an abyss, separated a long distance, fell on the princess's body, the eyes were profound, like a frozen pool.

  He drove the horse and whip, and every time the black brocade sleeves slid through the air, it would always give people a feeling of breaking through the air, just like him, indifferent and ruthless, and extremely dangerous.

   is near,

   is near again.

  The distance between the two of them is constantly being drawn closer and closer... But it always makes people feel very far away, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the ends of the world are a gap that time cannot cross.

  Until Mo Liyan stopped in front of Ran Bai.

  They face each other, their eyes facing each other.

Mo Liyan's starry eyes were always locked on the princess, reflecting the only color between the sky and the earth. He was arrogantly riding on the horseback, one long and white finger holding the rein, while the other hand did not move. The expression was gathered in the cuffs, and the tightening force gradually increased.

  Ran Bai looked at Mo Liyan with no expression, as if looking at a stranger with a cool gaze, she seemed to pass over King Jin’s eyes as narrow as Mo...

  Recovered.

  It has been two years, this person has indeed not changed, but that cold and ruthless and noble demeanor is even stronger than before. It belongs to the emperor's style.

"The princess." Mo Liyan stared at the person in front of him, and opened his mouth first. The cold and pleasant voice broke the eternal silence at this moment. The sound quality is as sweet as the rhyme of a spring in the forest, and the cold feeling is like a winter night moon, calm and indifferent. .

  Ranbai is also very rusty and polite, nodding slightly, smilingly answering the phrase, peach blossom eyes picking up the lake and mountains, full of evil spirits flowing in it, but unfortunately there is no temperature: "King Jin."

   "The princess has been waiting for a long time." Mo Liyan tilted his eyes slightly, concealing all the deep feelings of nostalgia in his eyes, hiding and breaking in his sobriety, not wanting Ran Bai to see it.

   "It's okay, it's just here."

   A few faint words ended like this, Mo Liyan nodded slightly, and turned his horse's head, "Princess and others will come to Beijing with this king."

  Dye Bai has no objection, just rides the horse carelessly, not interested in the surrounding scenes.

  South Korea's princess and others enter Chujing,

  In the capital, both sides of Chang'an Street were overcrowded and bustling. At first glance, it was crowded with black people. The guards had to stop the people along the way and block those who blocked the road without permission.

   Although the sky is full of wind and snow, and the north wind is endless, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the people.

  This place I have been in before, when Dye Bai comes again, it is nothing but a human being.

   Without squinting her eyes, she rode straight ahead, with a delicate appearance, picturesque eyebrows, a red dress, and a very cold temperament, as cold as the ice and snow.

  This road,

  A thin layer of ice was spread along the way, covered with white snow, and the sky and the earth were covered with white snow, floating in unspecified directions.

Mo Liyan kept glaring at the princess, but with a deep and indifferent appearance. Finally, he noticed the distance between the two of them. He pressed his thin lips slightly, and the fingers holding the reins stiffened. The horse rides closer with an unmoving look.

   is a little bit of approach without leaving a trace. Every step close to it will stop for a while, a cautious and nonchalant look, afraid that the white dye will find it, and the white will resist.

The heartbeat, which had been silent for two years, when I met this person again, it began to break all the heart like still water, as quiet as the calm of the abyss, and began to jump up and down, the frequency gradually accelerated, almost popping out of my chest. The strength.

  Finally, he found that the man seemed to have not paid attention at all. After not even looking at it, Mo Liyan's uneasy mood was slightly relaxed, and he was a little bit unspeakable.

  Until the end, he completely slowed down his horse riding speed, and approached the princess again, walking side by side with Yen Bai, all movements were so hidden that it was imperceptible.

   just like him,

   Deep and introverted, it seems to be an abyss within reach but not touchable. As long as he does not speak, he will never see what he is thinking or what he is doing.

  Dyeing the white afterglow, she caught a glimpse of the solemn black hem close at hand, surrounded by the person's clean and delicious fragrance, which was as cool as ice and snow.

  She was also not interested, she had no mood swings, and calmly withdrew her gaze, lazily negotiating with Mo Liyan in the public, and she didn't say a word.

Seeing that there was no reaction to the whiteness, King Jin was nervous and strained the reins to draw a deep crimson mark and slowly let go. The traces of Nale pressure were obvious because of his fair complexion, but Mo Liyan did not. Caring or even not paying attention, the long eyelashes fell gently, covering the almost overflowing light in his eyes.

   Between his brows and eyes,

   is the joy of reunion for six minutes, the satisfaction of being close by three minutes, and the loneliness and loneliness that is deeply hidden and invisible.

  Although his eyes are lonely and windy, they are still shining brightly at this moment, amazingly bright, and they are close to the joy of the person he loves.

  In this way, on a road covered with ice and snow that seems to have no end,

   Quietly enjoying walking side by side at this moment, even afraid to say a word, lest it disturb the white and alienate her.

   just because of an approach, or even an approach without touching.

  (End of this chapter)