Huangluo Kyushu

The midnight-like darkness and tranquility are indeed all-encompassing serenity.Exquisite exotic decorations can be seen through the ornate doors.The raven-colored black hair on the bed is close to the white skin, even in sleep, he is frowning tightly, let me see the dream world of this sleeping beauty.

The bed was messy, the body was played wantonly, the snow-white was covered with bruises, the man's disgusting panting was still lingering in his ears, and mocking eyes were all around him.

The dazzled smile was clearly visible amidst the filth, attracting him forward like light.

"Liaoluan, save me! Help me, Liaoluan!"

It was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to recognize the original clear voice, the man laughed wantonly, and the wild laughter of the two people around him formed a sharp contrast with the sadness in his eyes.

"Liaoluan, he won't come."

"Because he is already dead."

The girl's soft voice came to his ears, and her beautiful eyes widened.

died.

Already, dead.

Ruxue's white clothes flashed, and a man with an indifferent face stared at him without the slightest emotion.

Mo Han...

I want to talk to him, I want to ask the man in front of me for help, even though I feel so miserable, I hope he can take me to escape this nightmare.

help me……

The man smiled at him, and stretched out his hand like a ray of light in the darkness. The young man stretched out his hand, wanting the man to treat him and walk out of the darkness.In the blink of an eye, he saw the man smiling and hugging the beautiful and delicate girl.

The face of the embracing girl with her breasts full of happiness...

No, that's not the case...

The young man shook his head vigorously, his eyes opened wide, and he broke free from the black ink-like darkness.

There was already a deathly silence in front of him, and the ink color drowned him like a tidal wave.

Mo Lian was silent for a while, then smiled softly, it was this kind of weakness.

Why do you always ask others for help so passively?

So is the light rain, and so is the chaos.

I……

I always stubbornly hide behind others, and now I understand that what I need is never a word to save me.

But the bright red that drowns all darkness...

Because of the torment of the nightmare, Mo Lian slept extremely unsteadily, plucking the strings with his fingers, which was his only pastime when he was bored, thinking of the song Fengqiuhuang at that time.The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched into a mocking smile, and the intermittent sound of the piano passed by, it turned out to be the song Feng Qiuhuang.

At the moment of the end of the song, all the slender strings were torn off by him, and Mo Lian firmly held the piano in his hand, and then smashed it down like that.The dilapidated Qin naturally couldn't stand such a beating and was cut off at the middle.

Hearing the sound, Hanxiao rushed over and looked at the situation before her in surprise, "My lord, what happened?" The broken Qin attracted her full attention.

Mo Lian showed her face and smiled at her, "It doesn't matter."

"That kind of thing is no longer needed."

Walking out of Prince Gong's Mansion, Mo Lian wondered where to go.Feeling a little hungry, he walked to an inn, gave a few instructions to the waiter who was walking towards him, and then walked up to the private room on the second floor.

The person next door seemed to be talking about something, and the intermittent voice was indistinct.After listening carefully, one of the voices was very familiar.

"Mo Yixiao?"

Mo Lian frowned, and began to listen to the corner of the wall. Mo Yixiao's voice on the other side was still so gentle, "He has grown into a good man, Qingcheng. The last time we met, he was just a brat. Why don't you What about the baby brother? You really protected him very well. "

"It took me a long time to get rid of this little tail, cousin Yixiao, let's get down to business, you should know the real purpose of my coming here."

The other voice sounded a little green, but it was full of momentum. Just such half-joking words gave people a lot of oppression.

Mo Lian frowned, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before.

Just when I wanted to listen to the conversation between the two, I heard that clear voice saying, "My friend across the way, instead of listening to the corner, why not come out and have a look?"

Mo Lian frowned, opened the door and walked into their room. Mo Yixiao relaxed after seeing Mo Lian. The man rubbed the boy's hair and said with a light smile, "You're really sharp." Well, you are worthy of being the future king of the country!"

The young man looked at Mo Lian with a smile, but Mo Lian was startled and said in surprise, "It's you..."

The boy in front of him was the guardian brother of that weird child.

"It's my honor to meet you, brother Mo Lian."

The young man named Qingcheng had a beautiful and sweet smile, just like his younger brother, with a bit of cold and weirdness.

"elder brother?"

Not understanding why he called herself brother, Mo Lian was a little puzzled.

It was Mo Yixiao who answered Mo Lian with a smile, "He is my aunt, the son of Princess Mo Xiranran, so naturally he should be called your elder brother in terms of blood."

If Princess Xuelian of the Western Regions is a legend, then Mo Xi's Princess Ranran is also a myth.It is worth mentioning that this princess is the direct sister of Prince Gong Mo Hantian. Although she is a member of the royal family, she is very close to the people. Even if she is married to another country, she is still missed by people. The reputation of an ice beauty.

Now there is a nursery rhyme that says, "Ice is like Ranran, soft like Jinyan." It refers to Princess Ranran and Mrs. Jinyan.

Lowering her head in disinterest, Mo Lian's voice was flat, "What is the purpose of the prince from another country coming to Mo Xilai?"

Didn't hear the answer she wanted, Mo Lian raised her eyes to look at the young man, only to find that the young man frowned his well-shaped eyebrows, and said softly, "Brother Mo Lian lives so passively because of his appearance. .”

"It's just a Princess Muge, can it really pose a threat to you?"

"What stupid words?" Mo Lian looked at Qingcheng dissatisfied.

Qingcheng's smile is like a blooming poppy, poisonous but gorgeous, "Why do you always regard yourself as a substitute?"

"After that kind of forbearance and devotion, just treat yourself as a substitute." The young man paused and said word by word, "...a substitute, a substitute for this battle for love..."

"Stop talking stupid things..."

Mo Lian replied dissatisfied, not intending to care about the entanglement between the two, and walked out.Mo Yixiao's voice sounded from behind him at the right time, "Xiaolian, why don't you try Qingcheng's words?"

Replacement?

What nonsense, that kind of thing is simply impossible...

Because I'm not even a substitute, just a chess piece for him, an activity he can use at will.

Distraught, Mo Lian returned to Prince Gong's Mansion, and was told with a smile that Mo Han had been here.Facing his attendant with doubts in his heart, the energetic appearance of the little girl has indeed disappeared for some time.

Her voice was brisk, "My lord, after the young prince told you to go to Meiyuan to find him, it seems that we want to get back together with you."

Looking at the bright smiling face, Mo Lian really didn't want to spoil her interest by telling the truth.

Walking to the plum garden, the plum blossoms stand proudly in the snow, bright red like blood, dotted with a piece of pale.He reached out to catch the falling petals, and the blood red against the white palm made his skin as white as jade.

Walking into the room, she found that Jiang Ye was also here, looking at Liu Muge who was sleeping on the bed, Mo Lian had a clear look.He glanced at Mo Lian lightly and asked, "Has it been decided yet? Then, Mo Han, what do you want?"

"Ziyu!" Seeing that Mo Han was about to speak, Jiang Ye was the first to speak so that Mo Han's words stuck in his throat.

"Ziyu, think about it, do you really want to do this?"

Are you really going to snatch that person's eyes with your own hands?

Mo Han glanced impatiently at Jiang Yedao, "Jiang Ye, don't say unnecessary things, just protect Mu Ge."

"But, he..."

"I just want his eyes!"

Mo Leng said it indifferently, and immediately stopped Jiang Ye's unfinished words.

"What?" Mo Lian smiled disdainfully, "If you need it, then take it."

His expression was indifferent, and there was hardly any panic or surprise, and he was completely aware of it.

"But..." Mo Lian paused, at this moment he was still as indifferent as water, and those beautiful eyes were as bright as stars.

"Mo Han, I want to ask on behalf of him before, how much sincerity did you have for him?" The blue eyes were filled with deathly silence, but if you look carefully, it's not hard to see some anticipation .

Mo Han didn't answer but just smiled coldly, full of irony...

It was only a split second when the severe pain hit, and the moment before he fell into the darkness, he saw Mo's frosty face.

Jiang Ye sighed, and saw the young man who was thrown on the ground by Mo Han like garbage, and the man's palms were a pair of green eyes that had lost their spirit...

Jiang Ye quickly reached out to take the pair of beautiful blue eyes, and then soaked them in the potion he had prepared.

Then he quickly treated Mo Lian's wound, applied medicine and wrapped gauze, his movements were smooth and fast.Mo Han looked at it, frowned, and said dissatisfied, "Okay, Jiang Ye, you have to take a good look at Mu Ge now."

"If you don't take care of the eye wound, the surrounding skin will fester! Don't you want to let his face be destroyed again before you are willing?"

Facing Jiang Ye's questioning, Mo Han froze, his body trembling slightly before speaking.

Silently watched Jiang Ye take care of Mo Lian's wound, then looked worriedly at Liu Muge who was sleeping.

"It's all right with her."

Jiang Ye looked at the careless Mo Han, and sighed, "There is nothing more suitable for her than these eyes..."

"Then what does he do?"

He glanced at the comatose young man out of the corner of his eyes, the deep meaning hidden in the black pupils could not be seen clearly even by Jiang Ye, who was so close at hand.

"Who knows?" Jiang Ye shrugged, looking at the sleeping boy with distressed eyes.

"I think he will go back to Xiliang..."