Huangluo Kyushu

The moment Zichuan Qingcheng walked out of the dormitory, he saw the smiling Mo Lian, and was surprised at his carelessness that he hadn't noticed when the other party was so close.

At the same time, he also felt embarrassed, because he didn't know how much Mo Lian had listened to the conversations between himself and his younger brother.

"Why don't you go in and have a look? You're obviously worried to death."

Mo Lian smiled and teased, her mischievous tone broke the embarrassment on Qingcheng's face.While Qingcheng was stunned, he changed into a look of sadness.

"Don't want to know why the child who has been relying on you forced himself to grow up? He is obviously looking sad to death, but he still desperately wants to do something for his brother." Mo Lian's voice was like a curse , Qingcheng suddenly turned around as if suddenly enlightened, thanked Mo Lian, and ran into the bedroom.

Facing her elder brother who left in a hurry, Mo Lian sighed. She always felt that the two brothers were similar but different. Now Mo Lian finally saw clearly, it was like light and shadow.Shadows in the dark night yearn for light more than anyone else, and also yearn for the happiness of light more than anyone else.

Bingyue was the first to realize Qingcheng's wish, and he was the first to help him realize his wish.

"What a pair of idiot brothers." Mo Lian defined them as they walked.

elder brother……

The child in the room had already curled up his thin body, and his tears fell drop by drop.

At the moment Zichuan Qingcheng left, Zichuan Bingyue wanted to stop him, and wanted to throw herself into her brother's arms as usual to act like a baby.

How much he wanted to call, Brother Qingcheng, don't leave me...

However, he also knew in his heart that he had no such qualifications.

Already lost, he has already lost the right to be treated tenderly by Brother Qingcheng...

With such dejected thoughts, tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Although, I told myself to persevere and pave the way for my brother's future, but when I actually did it, I realized that the feeling of going against my brother was so painful.

Does he still have the courage to continue?

Can he go on?

"moon."

Qing Cheng, who came in a hurry, saw the villain curled up in the corner at first glance. He was a beloved baby in his hands, and he was never willing to let him bear the slightest grievance.Therefore, seeing such an ice moon, Qingcheng felt pain to the bone, who would think whose fault it was?

Hugging the sobbing child in the corner, Qing Cheng gently patted the child's back, coaxing him non-stop.

As if she had suffered some great grievances, Zichuan Bingyue finally cried out. The little ghost grabbed Qingcheng tightly and kept shouting, "Brother Qingcheng, don't leave me!"

"I won't leave you." Zichuan Qingcheng, who softened his brows, gently coaxed his crying little brother.

Zichuan Bingyue continued to cry, "Brother Qingcheng, don't want me,"

"Why would I not want you?" Zichuan Qingcheng asked rhetorically.

"Brother Qingcheng, I won't be willful anymore, don't want me, don't abandon me..."

"I won't want you, and I won't leave you."

"Don't leave me...brother, don't leave me..."

Finally tired from crying, the child murmured softly and fell asleep peacefully in his brother's arms.The little hand was still tightly clutching the hem of his brother's shirt.

Qingcheng smiled and wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his younger brother's eyes, and hugged the villain in his arms tightly. For the first time, Zichuan Qingcheng deeply felt how important the warmth in his arms is.

Recently, Xiliang held a banquet, and there were endless exchanges of wine and chips among the princes and nobles. Mo Lian had no intention of participating in such a banquet, but due to her status, she still had to attend.

"Brother Mo Lian." With a tight pretty face, the kid who was tired of being in his arms after reconciling with his brother had a serious face, and even Qingcheng behind him had an expressionless expression.

Knowing that these two little ghosts must know something, Mo Lian sighed and said helplessly, "Tell me, what happened to the young prince?"

"He and Liu Muge are married."

A faint sentence broke the usual calmness on Mo Lian's face. The next moment the boy smiled, his empty and out-of-focus eyes were a little dazed, but he still had such a beautiful and delicate face, and he looked no different from usual.

Mo Lian smiled and said, "We should congratulate them."

Mu Saren and Han Xi walked over, and the little princess looked dissatisfied at the pair of brothers who were too dazzling. They had known the news for a long time, but Han Xi refused to let her tell Mo Lian. Now it's good, she Not to mention, there are still people who talk too much.

"It's really a grand wedding, with ten miles of red makeup and a crown covering the capital." Mu Saren looked at Mo Lian with a malicious tone, but found that the boy's face didn't even have a trace of waves, as indifferent as a delicate portrait in an ink painting.

The opening of the feast will definitely be a pastime for the princes and nobles. Mu Saren's beautiful eyes were swept away, and with a bit of provocation, she asked Zichuan Bingyue, does the kid dare to compare with me?

Princess Shaoyang is good at dancing, a fact that the whole of Xiliang knows, she is dressed in a bright red dress, she is passionate, and her brisk dance steps are like clouds of fire passing by indifferently. The song "Step Song".

Zichuan Bingyue has a fox-like sly smile on her delicate face, does she want to see me make a fool of herself?

With the amazing dancing master Shanghuang and the number one dancer in the Western Regions, no matter what the latter does, he is just playing tricks. Even if he sings, he can't match the red lotus who was born as the number one actress in the south of the Yangtze River.

Zichuan Bingyue gave a few instructions to the servant beside her, and after a while, the snow-white qin was driven to the center of the venue. It really used jade as the body and guts as the thread.

The little devil sat on the ground with his head, a song of Phoenix seeking a phoenix poured out from his white fingers like jade, and the last song was like a phoenix combing its feathers.

"I am asking for the phoenix with a song of the phoenix, and I hope that lovers in the world will finally get married."

Zichuan Bingyue smiled, just right, it was obviously the most traditional blessing, but it seemed to be the deepest love words when he said it, and the lingering clarity pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.

However, Mo Lian, who was drinking alone in the corner, obviously didn't think so. In all fairness, although the kid's piano skills were impeccable, compared with the chaotic piano sounds, he still lacked experience and seemed immature.

No wonder, it was the song "Feng Qiuhuang" that really pierced his heart, and his beautiful eyes almost ooze tears.

Han Xi looked at him worriedly, only to find that Mo Lian leaned over and fell limply on top of him.

Qingcheng has been watching from the sidelines. No matter how indifferent the surface is, Mo Lian still cares about what he should have discovered a long time ago. Why doesn't he care?Such exhausting love.

There is only one such strong feeling in a lifetime, but that kind of feeling has already been exhausted in that cold and impersonal Prince Kung's Mansion...

"Mo Han."

Mo Lian opened her empty eyes wide and cried out foolishly.

"Am I not pretty?" Mo Lian asked him blankly.

Han Xi hugged Mo Lian tightly, not knowing how to answer.

"Of course you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." Zichuan Qingcheng looked at the beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a spring flower color in front of him with melancholy eyes. Because of drunkenness, Mo Lian's fair-skinned His face was stained with a faint red crimson, which was extremely gorgeous.

Rao was born with such a good-looking appearance and won the affirmation of everyone, but he didn't feel happy in the slightest.A beauty is like a little child who can't get his favorite toy, and keeps asking him, "Am I not beautiful?"

Han Xi rubbed Mo Lian's hair and said softly, "Of course she is beautiful, Xiao Lian is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

"But, it's gone, it's gone..."

Gently brushing a purple lotus on the cheek, the enchanting purple lotus blooms on the snow-white skin, making Mo Lian's face even more glamorous and moving, behind the enchanting purple lotus is concealing The bloody pain and the dark mole of tears like midnight.

No matter what you say, you don't mind, you don't care.Mo Lian still has the deepest pain in her heart, which is the bloody scar left after being betrayed by her beloved.

"Then why did you choose her?" Like a wayward child, the drunk Mo Lian leaned lazily in Han Xi's arms and asked stupidly, "Why did you choose Liu Muge?"

"Am I not as good as her? Is there anything I am not as good as Liu Muge?"

Mo Lian grabbed the corner of Han Xi's clothes, pointed at Mu Saren, and questioned with a bit of tears.

"Don't get me wrong, kid!" Mu Saren was obviously angry when he was mistaken for the charming Princess Muge.She was planning to teach this kid who was tired of being in her brother's arms a lesson.

However, this move was stopped by Zichuan Bingyue. The overly precocious little devil sighed and said, "Why do you have to be so chic? You are obviously very sad. You always carefully guess other people's moods and are afraid of us. I’m worried, should I lament your tenderness or tell me how cruel you are to yourself? It’s good to be drunk and tell the truth, but it’s better than the mask you barely hold up.”

In order to prevent unnecessary people from seeing this scene, Han Xi, helpless, picked up Mo Lian, who was crying like a child, and walked into the inner room.

Even though she was about the same size as her, she was so emaciated that it made people feel distressed. Han Xi had no choice but to hold the villain in her arms tightly, and her heart was full of pain.

"Why don't you want me?" Mo Lian asked in a soft voice.

"I didn't want you." Han Xi whispered softly, and Mu Saren's expression changed. She was always coaxed and pampered by her little cousin. I have never seen Han Xi humiliate others like this ?

"I don't want it anymore, I don't want anything! I don't even have Li Yu and Dao Luan anymore, why do you still want to leave me?"

"I didn't abandon you." Patting Mo Lian's back, Han Xi said every word.

"I've always been using me! If it's useless, throw me aside immediately!" Mo Lian, who was drunk, complained severely with dark pupils and red corners.

"Mo Han, you are the worst!"

"You're the worst person I've ever met!"

Slender and fair fingers pointed at Han Xi, her fair cheeks were blushing, Mo Lian hiccupped and was still greasy in Han Xi's arms.

Han Xi still coaxed Mo Lian patiently, "Yes, yes, I am the worst."

"But it's me who is the cheapest. After being trampled by you to this extent, I still miss you! You make me feel that I'm even worse than a woman!"

Roaring with all his strength, it seemed that he wanted to vent all his grievances.

Even when she was intoxicated, Mo Lian felt that her heart was pricking like a needle.

Because his identity is unknown, the humble boy raised by the princess in the mansion is naturally inferior to the Princess Muge who is loved by thousands of people. This is the fact that Mo Lian has known since childhood.However, why does Mo Han always use this to remind himself of this familiar cognition?

Does being humble mean that he is willing to degenerate and allow himself to be fished by mermaids?

If he doesn't talk about the pain, will no one know that he is sad?

"Mo Han, I hate you! I hate you the most!"

Mo Lian roared with all her strength, and the eyes of Musa Ren who was on the side rolled around, with a sly gleam in the dark pupils.

"Is it the most annoying? Then how about ruining him if he can't get it?"

The charming voice drifted into Mo Lian's ears, and Mo Lian, who had been confused for a long time, suddenly felt that she had found a ray of light.

Destroy if you can't get it?

Yes, what does it matter if you don't love?Since you don't love, then let it be the deepest wound in his life, and let that person remember that every second of his own has the deepest pain.

"Musa, what are you doing!" Han Xi was dissatisfied with the bad information that Musaren poured into Mo Lian.

However, Zichuan Bingyue, who had always been against Musa Ren in the past, stood on Musa Ren's side this time, "I think Musa Ren is right."

Looking at the obstinate side face of the stubborn princess, Zichuan Bingyue said, "Xiliang and Mo Xi must have a battle. Before that, brother Mo Lian must abandon his remaining innocence..."

Mu Saren looked back at Zichuan Bingyue in surprise, the two people who were facing each other always had amazing fits in some strange things.

Mo Lian coughed violently and retched non-stop, her thin shoulders were pressed into Han Xi's arms.Mu Saren suddenly felt a flash of wetness in his eyes, and he really responded to the embroidered pillow-like Prince Mohe who kept shouting when he was chasing and beating him, "No matter what a beauty does, she will be forgiven." of."

After a while Mo Lian stopped trembling, Qing Cheng and the others also retreated, leaving only Han Xi and Mo Lian in the room.

The dark pupils were still gloomy, but it gave Han Xi the illusion that he was already awake.

"Mo Han, I don't bless you."

A voice as thin as a mosquito sounded, Han Xi thought it was his own illusion, and pressed close to Mo Lian's cheek, only to realize,? The young man who was looking at him smiled softly.

Tears flowed down her fair cheeks—

"I will never bless you."