Huangluo Kyushu

I don't know if Jiang Ye's words played a role, these days Mo Han has really spared time to accompany Mo Lian, and he will not deliberately torture him.Because of the nourishment of the medicinal diet, and because of the peace of mind during this period of recuperation, Mo Lian's body has really become much healthier, and her pale face has become more rosy in the past few days.

However, the health of the body can't change the unstoppable barrenness in the heart. Mo Han has treated him too well during this time, so good that it makes him feel panic, but just a little inadvertent tenderness makes his heart stop. Trembling, that is the infatuation that goes deep into the bone marrow.

It's nothing more than Mo Lian can't help but sink, and Mo Han is indeed doing a decent job now.Compared with the half-truth and half-false before, he put in a lot of effort this time, as if he had made up his mind to let Mo Lian get drunk and die in this tenderness.

Only now did Mo Lian somewhat understand why Mo Yi Xiaoxuan was hurt so far, but Liaolu still chose to stay by his side.

That's right, how can he, who is born mediocre, be able to see clearly the word "love" that Dao Luan, who was born with a seven-aperture exquisite heart, can't see through?

However, Mo Lian, who was immersed in the vortex of tenderness at this time, did not understand that sometimes tenderness is also the most hurtful sharp edge...

During this period of time, Mo Han also stopped the medicine that Mo Lian was taking a few days ago, and all the summons from Concubine Cui Gui in the palace were also stopped.

Blocked by him, as long as he has time, he will run to Yinglianju. The two of them are so lingering every day that they really look like a couple who have been in love for a long time. The warmth in it is self-evident.

And this quiet and gentle time is also the rare happiness that Mo Lian can recall in the future...

The crooked moon hangs upside down on the branch as if drunk, cold and charming.It was midsummer, and the evening breeze brought an unspeakable throbbing.

Perhaps because of the warmth outside the house, the Yinglian House at this time also has a special style...

"Um……"

The people under him screamed in pain, but what they received was a more powerful impact.

The woman lying on the boy's body had a white face as light as the moon, and a pair of black phoenix eyes, which could not find the slightest trace of being immersed in lust.

Clear and rational is scary...

The man rolled over the young man's body, ignoring the young man's feelings, brutally torturing his body.

The body gradually heated up due to the extreme entanglement, and it was dyed a moving blush.But the heart, but slowly fell into the bottomless abyss.

However, the surging pain has already covered up everything, including the heart that is riddled with holes...

"Well……"

The corners of the beautiful lips seemed to evoked a mocking smile, and the man called the boy's name in a low voice, "Mo Lian."

The boy opened his big hazy blue eyes, and the pair of affectionate red phoenixes on his shoulders were already filled with water vapor, which was indescribably gentle and moving.

On the contrary, the pale face of the young man, the white teeth pressed tightly against the lower lip, even overflowing with blood, the sweet and bloody smell combined with the white and turbid fishy and salty, the desire is boundless...

Seeing the red, swollen and broken acupoints on the boy's body, the smile on the man's face deepened. He leaned over and stopped beside the boy's ear. The movements of his body didn't stop, but a more rough rhythm. As expected, he saw The young man looked more and more painful.

The man's voice was gentle, as if he was talking to his lover, "Mo Lian, the night is still long..."

As usual, Mo Han didn't stay in Yinglianju for the night, because Mo Lian, who was too exhausted and clean, fell into a coma.

In the colorful dream, he seemed to see the gentle face of a woman, but the face that should have been pretty was blurred like a layer of water vapor.

light rain...

Mo Lian will never forget that day, when the gentle woman smiled softly at him, and that smile set off her unremarkable face extremely beautifully.However, the scene changed suddenly after a while, and the woman in a blue water suit pushed him violently into the hidden grass.

At the last moment, her lips fluttered a few times, and Mo Lian seemed to hear the woman's gentle voice in the haze, she was saying to herself, "Go! You will only get in the way!"

"With you here, it will only get in the way!"

These are also the last words Wei Yu left to Mo Lian...

Xiaolian, you have to live...

It was Wei Yu silently conveying her final will to Mo Lian.She smiled softly, because of Yi Yan's effect, Xiao Yu had a face exactly like his, and a moving smile bloomed from her beautiful face.She had never smiled so beautifully before, even brighter than her own.

There was infinite brilliance in Wei Yu's eyes. At that moment, she looked at him who was prostrate in the grass, and then jumped off the cliff.

He fell down in the grass, only seeing the back of the light rain fluttering like a butterfly, but no matter how desperately he stretched out his hand, he couldn't catch that person's water-colored beauty.

"Little rain..."

Even in the nightmare, Mo Lian could clearly feel the pain, her heart was so painful that it almost burst open, but she refused to shed tears...

"Don't go... Wei Yu, don't leave me..."

He muttered over and over again until he opened his eyes wide, and there was still a blackness that was so thick that it couldn't be melted...

Tears flowed down the delicate face like this, light rain...

light rain...

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Just entered Yinglian Residence this morning, and Xiaoxiao, who was about to wait for Mo Lian to wash up, saw such a terrifying scene. Mo Lian was wearing single clothes, leaning on the bed. Show a gleam of brilliance.

As if hearing the noise, Mo Lian raised her head, but her empty eyes were still out of focus.

The nightmare from a year ago hit his heart again at this moment, and he couldn't help trembling due to the heavy oppression.

I can't see anything, I can't feel anything, only the woman's last smile is left in my mind.

Light rain, dressed in water clothes, seems to be the most magnificent farewell ceremony, she has never smiled so beautifully, but her whole body reveals the heartbreak that makes Mo Lian despair...

With a smile, he took Mo Lian's thin arms worriedly, and called out in a low voice, "Young master, what's wrong with you, young master? Don't scare Hanxiao, young master. You should answer me quickly, young master!"

Perhaps it was because of the urgent calls that Mo Lian's eyes met the smiling and anxious cheeks. Although those beautiful eyes were still without the slightest expression, it was better than the deathly silence all this time.

After a long time, with a smile on his face, he heard Mo Lian's soft moan, which seemed to hide infinite pain, "Wei Yu..."

Hanxiao frowned, after all, she had been with Mo Lian for some time.Naturally, he knew the woman Mo Lian was talking about, and also knew how important this person was to Mo Lian.

Gently stretching out his hand to embrace the fragile young man in his arms, his smiling voice was as gentle as a spring breeze blowing across the grassland, "Young Master, Sister Weiyu will be fine, Young Master, don't worry, don't worry."

The tears that Mo Lian had accumulated for a long time burst out at this moment. He leaned in the arms of the smile and murmured over and over again, "Wei Yu, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Wei Yu."

There was no low sobbing when there was no crying, no trembling at all, only the feeling that her clothes were completely stained by tears while smiling.

Mo Han, who re-entered Yinglianju, saw such a situation. The delicate girl gently comforted the tearful boy. It was a beautiful and quiet picture, but it made his pupils tighten instantly, but This change was so subtle that even Mo Han himself didn't notice it.

As the relationship between the two continued to heat up, Mo Lian gradually began to think about a problem.

Why do you like Mo Han?

Perhaps, if you fall in love with someone and love to the extreme, you will think about this question over and over again, why do you like the other person?Why do you fall into such a fiery emotion that you can't extricate yourself?

In his spare time, Mo Lian would also go to the pond to see the lotus flowers blooming in full bloom. Whenever he would think of that proud and stubborn Princess Gong, he would also feel guilty for Princess Gong Liu Qingyan because of this. He couldn't understand why that noble and aloof princess always burst into tears facing the setting sun when the lotus flower was in full bloom.

Only now did Mo Lian realize that it was because the man she had been thinking of was long gone.I will not promise her the promise of 'Liuyuan Juyan' again, nor will I hold her hand and spend a lifetime of prosperity with her.

There is no reason for the sadness in my heart, but the sun is pouring down warmly, but it is lazy and makes people reluctant to wake up.

It was this half hour of lazy leisure that made Mo Lian fall into a complicated dream. It was a clear sunny afternoon many years ago.At that time, Mo Lian was only a five-year-old child, but Mo Han at that time had vaguely resemblance to what he is now, a boy in his early ten years old, with delicate features and gentle eyes.

He made a solemn promise to Liu Muge, who was still the age of the chief actor, "Mu Ge, now I hold your hand, and I will never let you go in this life."

At that time, Mo Lian was really too young to understand the weight of this oath.In fact, Mo Han at that time only made a promise after reading the "Book of Songs".However, what has remained unchanged over the years is Mo Han's deep affection for Liu Muge.

Qingmei and bamboo horses, childhood sweethearts accompany day and night.

Even in the dream, Mo Lian's expression was somewhat sad.Smiling at the side, he heard his sleep talk as thin as a mosquito, and leaned into his ear, and just heard Mo Lian say, "Hold hands, how about holding my hand once?"

Three years, brother, no, young prince.

In the past three years, there have been countless times of bed lingering between us.But you have never held my hand, the warmth of interlocking fingers will never belong to me.

Kissing is something that only lovers can do, so I never ask for extravagance, but, can you hold my hand, please hold me?

When Mo Lian woke up from her dream, even the last ray of afterglow disappeared.Han Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help asking, "My lord, what did you dream about?"

The corners of Mo Lian's mouth curled up as usual, but for some reason it seemed a bit bitter at this time, "It's just a trivial matter in childhood."

Looking up at Mo Lian with a smile, she just looked at Mo Lian silently without saying a word, looking at the young man's quiet side face, she felt a little bitter in her heart with a smile.

Son, what kind of thing is it?Make you so sad in your dreams.

As the sky was getting late, Mo Lian shrank her body, lamenting that the summer wind is not so gentle...

Suddenly remembering the affectionate and gentle eyes in that dream, Mo Lian finally understood why he fell into an infatuated love when he was young and couldn't extricate himself.

It is precisely because of such a pair of eyes, such tenderness seems to be able to melt the frost of the whole world, but that overflowing tenderness can only be shown when looking at that person, it is so beautiful that it makes one's heart tremble.

Mo Lian's green eyes were slightly sad, young prince, you have your Princess Muge, you will hold her hand and allow her to be tender for the rest of her life.

what about me?Who will hold my hand and see the setting sun of thousands of mountains.Who will hold my shoulders and drive away my loneliness for the rest of my life.

At that moment, the handsome young man's eyes were so old that it was heartbreaking.But in an instant, the sadness in Mo Lian's eyes was buried by a gentle smile, and Mo Lian gently said to Han Xiao, "The wind is blowing, let's go back..."

Smiling but not answering, he looked at Mo Lian quietly, the blurred moonlight set off his appearance extremely beautifully.

So beautiful that she wants to cry...

Now, his body is almost recovered, and Mo Han has begun to fade out of his sight because of his gradual health.Taking "Yi Yan" to deal with the affairs of the palace, and even dealing with various high-ranking officials and dignitaries performing dances and laughing in it, has become more frequent.

The daily decoction is still accompanied by heart-wrenching pain, the difference is that the huge Yinglianju does not have the white figure that always comes and goes.

After Mo Lian's body gradually recovered, Mo Han also began to become extremely anxious, and the impatience that came from the heart was even worse than before.

Mo Lian knew it was because Mo Han was worried about the woman's body, maybe because his medicine was almost mature.

Mo Han also started to take his blood for medicine. His snow-white wrist was full of scratches. At first he would take care of it, but later Mo Lian simply ignored it. Anyway, no one would care, right?

After dinner, Hanxiao served Mo Lian a bowl of medicinal food as usual. Looking at Mo Lian's paler face, the formerly bright and bright little girl was full of distress, "Master, what's wrong with you? Why did your face become more and more pale?" pale?"

Mo Lian smiled softly, her originally pale face was extremely vivid because of this faint smile, "Don't worry if you smile, I'm fine."

I don't know whether it's a sigh or what, the smile on the side stared blankly at the door, and said, "It's so strange, it seems that after a few days

The son has not seen the young prince. "

Mo Lian's face froze, but she still smiled lightly, "He won't come again..."

Smiling knowingly, he comforted Mo Lian with a smile, "How could it be? The young prince loves you the most, so you should pay attention to your body, so that you can have a long time with the young prince..."

Mo Lian lowered her eyes and did not speak. She smiled to see the unconcealable exhaustion in Mo Lian's expression, said good night to him, and then retreated.Mo Lian fell softly on the bed, there was a voice in his body telling him to persevere, wouldn't Mo Han also call his name when he was emotional now?

This is a good omen, it means that he is no longer that person's venting tool...

As long as he persists, he will definitely wait until the day when that person looks back at him...

He never expected that he could have a place in Mo Han's heart, Mo Lian just hoped that Mo Han would remember him, remember the blue-eyed boy who had been by his side, that's enough...

Looking at the ugly scar on his wrist, Mo Lian's expression was gloomy, and his face became paler and paler, but would he still have the life to live to that day?

A healthy body is just an appearance, and a nearly withered body is already like a frost-beaten flower branch, leaving nothing but broken.

I can feel the burning pain from my body every day, and feel the life slowly slipping away from my fingers. I still have such a beautiful appearance, but my young heart is countless old.However, Mo Lian was still unwilling to die like this, because he still wanted to keep the only warmth left.Even if there is an illusion behind this warmth, all of this is just a use, and he is willing to use it as a mirage-like illusion.

"Get rid of you and carry on."

Mo Lian murmured in a low voice, and gently put her hands on her pale cheeks.

"I still have a lot of things to do..."