Ink has become a book

If I'm not Luo Qingyi, or her subordinate, can I say that I like her? —— Luo Tsing Yi

Mo Wuyan is still Mo Wuyan, but there is a little more coldness and majesty between her brows. She looked at the woman kneeling below with a sneer, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and then her coldness returned, and said quietly: "Luo Tsing Yi, You are over the line."

Luo Qingyi was wearing Mo Wuyan's favorite white clothes, knelt on the ground and said hoarsely: "Wuyan, I really like you, I know Wuyan also likes me."

Mo Wuyan sneered: "How did you know that I would like you?"

Luo Qingyi looked up at her: "Wu Yan, if you don't like me, why did you teach me all the trivial things yourself, but let others teach others?"

Mo Wuyan clenched his hands, he couldn't, he couldn't agree to her, otherwise, he would be like Hen Yuetong's mother, she said in a low voice, "That's because I want you to be the sharpest sword in my hand."

Just, a sword?

Luo Qingyi looked at the man's cold eyes and lowered his head: "Minister, obey the order." I would like to be the sharpest sword in your hand, even if it is forever.

Mo Wuyan raised his head, calmed down, and his tone softened: "Tsing Yi, you have done so many things for me, after this time, I will let you go and set you free, how about it?"

Luo Tsingyi replied in a dazed manner, "Mm," then came back to his senses, his eyes were red: "Wu Yan, do you think that a subordinate like Tsing Yi has no heart?"

Mo Wuyan was stunned, and Luo Tsingyi pressed him step by step: "How could it be possible to have no heart? Wuyan, I put my heart in you, where did you leave her?" After the hole, where did it go?

Mo Wuyan stood up, Luo Tsingyi had already left without a trace of remembrance, she could only look at her back, Tsing Yi, why didn't I put my heart on you?After this incident, you are mine, only mine, and I am yours, only yours.

Hen Yue stepped forward: "You really want to do this?" His tone was extremely serious.

Mo Wuyan slumped on the throne: "How can I leave here? This is the only way."

Hen Yue raised her head and looked at her face: "You are very similar to her, I don't want you to regret it, do you know that if this fails, you will be separated from her? How do you know that Tsing Yi will not guess what you set up?" So sad because of the game you played? If you let go, at least you can watch her."

Mo Wuyan's eyes were wet: "Aunt Hen, why didn't you make the same decision as me back then? One side is the master and the subordinate, and the other side is the lover who depends on each other. Even if there is no redemption, why are you just like moths to the flame, to pursue it?" Last hope?"

Hen Yue was speechless, and just whispered: "But, I regret it, it's not her regret, it's me, I think, why she did the same thing as you without telling me back then, in the end, I don't know Should I hate her or love her, all I pray for is that she is alive, and that I can look at her."

Mo Wuyan's face was calm: "How did you know, Empress, you didn't win the bet?"

Hen Yue bowed her head and said nothing.

Many years ago, the eight-year-old first emperor picked up the five-year-old Hen Yue, and he named her like Mo Wuyan to Luo Tsing Yi, and taught her how to do things. Six years later, Hen Yue and the first emperor confessed that he liked her. The emperor refused, and secretly searched for a way out, until the day when Luo Qingyi's hometown was attacked, the enemy was strong, the emperor pondered for a long time, and decided to take a gamble, if he escaped from the attack, his fate with the royal family could be broken It was clean, but after this incident, a corpse that looked like the late emperor was found, and no one came to find Yue. For more than ten years, Hen Yue had acquiesced to the rumor that the late emperor was dead, but there was only some hope left in her heart. See Mo Wu Yan said this, and asked tentatively: "She, is she not dead?"

Mo Wuyan nodded imperceptibly: "You go to the cemetery of the Queen Mother, she is still there, but..." Mo Wuyan frowned.

"What's wrong?" Hen Yue asked nervously.

Mo Wuyan sighed: "She seems to be crazy."

"What!" Hen Yue felt dizzy, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.

Mo Wuyan was startled, and hurriedly helped her up: "Aunt Hen, are you okay?"

Hen Yue looked at her, and slowly said: "It's nothing, no matter what, she is mine after all, only mine. Wu Yan, I just hope that you don't go crazy like your mother."

Mo Wuyan remained silent, she had this thought in mind from the beginning to the end, at least, it wasn't death, was it?

Hen Yue stumbled up and left, her back was a little more gloomy.

The world is safe and secure, worthy of the court and worthy of the court?

The author has something to say: high energy ahead, little abuse in the next chapter