The Peach Blossoms of the Lone Star of Tiansha

It stands to reason that once this trouble is gone, the atmosphere in the hall should instantly ease down.I don't know if the impact was too great just now, many people present looked as if they were falling into the clouds, but fortunately the host, the eldest prince, was well-informed and able to support the scene.He had already sat back in the main seat, and after a few words of gentle laughter, the sound of silk and bamboo played again, and the atmosphere in the hall finally became lively again.

Liancheng seemed to be dazzled by the incident just now, his eyes were thoughtful, but it was Yin Moxun who touched him lightly and lightly, and finally brought him back to his senses, and after recovering, he reverted to his old ways He raised his eyebrows and winked at Yin Moxun beside him.Peach blossom eyes glanced at the third prince casually, but saw that he didn't look at him at all, drinking quietly as if it had nothing to do with him.

Liancheng felt a little lost, and casually drank the wine in his glass.But he heard Yin Moxun's voice beside him, still carrying the playful smile he was familiar with, thinking carefully, but seemed a little inexplicably cold:

"Ziyu, if you do this again next time, I will take care of you instead of Lord Lian!"

After Liancheng heard these words, he suddenly lost his mind.I couldn't help but turn around to look at Mo Xun, and happened to bump into the young man's familiar smiling eyes, so the little strangeness and uneasiness in my heart were instantly dispelled, and he smiled like a spring flower:

"My father is Mr. Shoufu. It's too early for you to want to be my father!"

"At least you still remember that you have the father of Lord Chief Assistant. I thought you forgot everything after seeing the third prince." Mo Xun also smiled, but there seemed to be a deep pool in his dark eyes, which seemed to be swaying. The ink that cannot be opened is too deep.

After Liancheng heard this, his originally smiling face gradually softened.He fixedly stared at Mo Xun, the expression in Taohua's eyes was firm and persistent:

"Don't worry, Mo Xun, no matter what, I will remember this." After saying this, he himself seemed a little melancholy.Drinking is no longer leisurely, but with a taste of sorrow and relief, with a gesture like a cow drinking.

Yin Moxun looked in his eyes, his eyes gradually darkened, and in the end he just spoke softly, as gentle and tolerant as ever:

"This is naturally the best." He still had a smile on his face, but that smile was always a little lighter.Wherever the gaze moved, it fell on the third prince, and the sternness in his eyes became much deeper.

Ziyu, I hope you can really do what you say.

Ziyu, you must do what you say.

Liancheng later drank a lot of wine, until the end he became very dizzy and not quite sober.Yin Moxun didn't dare to send this drunk back to Lianfu, if he happened to run into Mr. Shoufu, he was afraid that he and himself would be beaten up.

So after thinking about it for a while, he finally had no choice but to instruct the servant to carry Liancheng back to his mansion.Anyway, he was never afraid of Yin Hanshang, and Yin Hanshang might not have the leisure to worry about him.

Back at the Yin Mansion, Yin Hanshang was nowhere to be seen. The waiter said that the master and the second young master had taken a rest early after returning from the palace, and Yin Moxun was not surprised.He ordered the servants and girls to go to the kitchen to cook sober soup, but Liancheng, who was so drunk and confused, didn't worry about it, and clamored to eat his own cooking, so Yin Moxun had no choice but to go to the kitchen to prepare it himself. He went to make hangover soup.

After he left, Liancheng lay on the grand teacher's chair and squinted his eyes to doze off, but he seemed very uncomfortable, and his brows were deeply frowned.It was at this moment that Yin Mochu came in quietly, and the maids who took care of Liancheng in the hall were surprised to see the second young master who had already fallen asleep suddenly come, and hurried over to salute, but Yin Mochu stopped him with a light wave :

"Go back."

The girls were still thinking about the eldest young master's instruction to Nuonuo not to dare to move, but when they met Yin Mochu's cold and stern gaze, they were immediately excited, and they didn't dare to delay any longer, and they seemed to have escaped cleanly.

Seeing that everyone had retreated, Yin Mochu walked slowly to Liancheng's side. Seeing that Liancheng's brows were furrowed, he couldn't help reaching out his hand to catch his brows, but he didn't touch them directly.Just lightly and vaguely drawing his eyebrows.But I saw that his brows were getting tighter, and he couldn't help frowning.

Liancheng muttered in a low voice next to his ear, with three points of grievance, hoarse as if coquettish:

"pain."

Yin Mochu looked at him with complicated expressions, seeing him yelling in pain, couldn't hold back his hands, almost touching his eyebrows, but heard him yelling again in a low voice:

"Mo Xun, I'm in pain!"

Yin Mochu paused, as if his hand had been stung, he pulled it back abruptly.He stared at Liancheng, the little warmth in his eyes was finally replaced by hatred and coldness.He turned to leave, but he didn't want to be grabbed by the right hand by the drunk man lying on the master's chair.

Liancheng grabbed his hand, as if he touched something good, his blushing handsome face smiled like a flower:

"Slippery, really slippery..."

Yin Mochu's complexion darkened immediately, he pulled his hand vigorously, and slammed the drunkard away.

Liancheng, who was drunk, was naturally not his opponent, but he was thrown away by him after a while, and immediately wept, with an aggrieved look:

"Don't go..."

Yin Mochu was taken aback for a moment, but Liancheng grabbed his hand again and firmly held it in his palm.Then, as if he was afraid that he would pull his hands again, he grabbed him with both hands, and then pulled him onto the carved armrest beside the grand master's chair, resting his head on it lightly, his brows gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth even curled up. There was a hint of a smile.

Like a wooden stake, Yin Mochu quietly let him do what he did. After he finally adjusted his posture, he lowered his eyebrows to look at the man beside him.

Seeing him sleeping comfortably, with no creases on his brows and a smile on his lips.His other free hand gently caressed his eyebrows, gently tracing the corners of his eyes and brows.

Yin Moxun saw this scene when he came in with hangover soup. His half-brother leaned cautiously beside Liancheng with a gentle expression.The servants who were serving at the side all dispersed, as if there were only these two people left in this world, clinging to each other.

Thinking of something, Yin Moxun's eyes turned colder.He rushed forward without looking at his cheap brother, just mentioned Liancheng, squeezed his chin, and poured down a bowl of hangover soup.

Because of the intense irrigation, Liancheng was choked and coughed fiercely, and he woke up, but his half-closed peach blossom eyes were full of water and kindness, against the crimson face, he was pitiful.

Yin Moxun didn't have the slightest intention of pity and pity, seeing that Liancheng woke up, he picked him up and planned to go back to his room.Unexpectedly, he was suddenly pushed away by the drunk, Liancheng squinted his eyes half-drunk and half-awake, then staggered a few steps to Yin Mochu's side.He stared at Yin Mochu silently for a long while, then suddenly smiled, his blushing handsome face was smiling like a flower:

"Where did this beauty come from, give Yexiang one~" After finishing speaking, he threw himself on Yin Mochu.It wrapped itself around the man's body like an octopus, stretching his neck to moles him.

Yin Mochu's expression remained unchanged, unexpectedly he didn't stretch out his hand to push him away.On the contrary, Yin Moxun's face was a little ugly, and he looked coldly at the two people who were entangled in front of him.He directly stretched out his hand to pull Liancheng up, but saw him clinging to his half-brother like twisted candy, his blushing face was full of intoxication:

"Beauty, I don't want to leave Beauty!"

"Ziyu, stop making trouble."

"No, Mo Xun, don't separate me and the beauty!" Lian Cheng spoke nonsense plausibly, and wrapped his limbs tightly around Yin Mochu.The expression on the blush handsome face is stubborn and serious like an innocent child.

"Lian Ziyu!" Yin Moxun finally got angry, and said these three words very harshly.So Liancheng seemed to be intimidated by him, curled his lips aggrieved, and finally retreated from Yin Mochu, complaining in a low voice:

"Okay, I got it. Don't look for your real murderer!"

His expression seemed to have touched Yin Mochu's deep-seated memory somewhere, the man's handsome face was slightly moved, but it changed into a mocking smile in just a moment.He looked at his half-brother in front of him, speaking in a very mean way:

"After all these years, you still can only rely on the little brotherhood he has for you to keep him imprisoned. Sometimes, I feel so sorry for you."

"It's better than having no friendship at all."

After Yin Moxun dropped this sentence coldly, he stopped talking nonsense, put his arms around Liancheng, and carried him on his shoulder with only one hand.Then he strode away without looking back.

Yin Mochu didn't look at his leaving figure at all, but just sipped tea with the green jade cup.The bitter taste of the tea leaves spread along the tip of his tongue into his chest, and then became deeper and deeper, and finally he felt so bitter that his mouth was astringent.

Unconsciously, a mocking arc was drawn on the side of his lips, and gradually, he only felt empty in his heart.He closed his eyes, feeling as if the remaining warmth of that person was still in his arms.

Lian Ziyu, Ziyu.