Huangluo Kyushu

"Cousin Han." Looking at Mo Han's expressionless side face, Liu Muge felt the coldness that had never been hit before.From the moment she regained her light, the unbridgeable gap between the two of them kept widening.

Is it just because that person gave her a pair of eyes, is she going to pay him a share of love?This is ridiculous, she, Liu Muge, never owed Mo Lian anything.

Pain and determination flashed across the green pupils, and the bitterness contained in them could not even be detected clearly by herself.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Mo Han's low voice came, but it reassured Liu Muge more than ever.

"Mu Ge, what are you worrying about? That kid also foresaw our future with those eyes, didn't he?" Mo Han stroked Liu Muge's black and flexible hair with his hand, "Mu Ge, for you, I can do anything .”

The cold pupils flashed firmness, yes, even the past that that person no longer misses, what right does he have to remember?

In this relationship, he is the person least qualified to regret.

Facts have proved that Musaren is indeed better at taking care of children than Zichuan Bingyue. Although both of them are self-willed and arrogant, Musaren is a soft-hearted woman. No matter in terms of experience or care, she is far behind. Better than Zichuan Bingyue.

Mu Saren is very good at telling stories, her soft voice coupled with those beautiful stories made the two little ghosts of Mo Lian's family very dependent on her.In fact, Zichuan Bingyue is also very good at telling stories, but Mo Lian would be very happy if what he told the two little ghosts in his family were not Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

Having said that, the first time I heard the wayward little prince lowered his voice and told Mo Lan and Li Li a story in that ethereal voice without any ups and downs, the weird scene really shocked Mo Lian. .

Speaking to Zichuan Bingyue later, the little ghost said nonchalantly, "I liked listening to my brother tell these stories when I was young, and I think these two little ghosts must like it too."

Then Mo Lian, with a helpless face, was thinking about how Zichuan Qingcheng, the elder brother, brought up his younger brother, and what was the early education of this kid?

While gently rubbing Zichuan Bingyue's soft hair.After all, this kid is still a half-grown child, and he can't even take care of himself, let alone let him take care of the two babies who are still in their infancy.

"These stories were told to us by my grandfather when Musa and I were children. Even I have completely forgotten these little stories. Unexpectedly, Musa still remembers them clearly." Han Xi was surprised by the unconcealed gentleness in some aspects.

"That's why I said Musa was really a gentle man."

Mo Lian's smile was indifferent, and this kind of smile made him even more elusive.Compared with when he first came to Xiliang, he really changed a lot.

"Won't you go back again?"

Han Xi's voice was low, as if he was not sure about asking.

"Why should I go back?" Mo Lian asked in confusion, "Xiliang is very good."

The faint voice blended into the wind, causing Han Xi's face to jump up immediately.

Mo Lian looked at the face in front of her that was very similar to her, and said softly, "What's more, I don't love him anymore."

There are seven sufferings in Buddhism: birth, old age, sickness, death, meeting with hatred and hatred, parting from love, and not getting what you want.

The kid in Zichuan's family is only entangled in love and parting, because the more you love, the more you are afraid of losing.And what I used to struggle with was nothing more than what I couldn't ask for.

However, after he really let go, he found that all this was no big deal.

There is really no such thing as something to let go of.

"How are your eyes?" Han Xi asked looking at those jet-black pupils that were much clearer than before.

Mo Lian smiled, and gently stroked her eyes.

There is no longer the familiar piece of greenery, but a bottomless darkness.

"The Tianshan snow lotus in the Ice Kingdom is a holy product for healing, not to mention, the kid from Zichuan's family is a medical expert, so there is no serious problem with these eyes."

Although there are still many unaccustomed.

The last half sentence was suppressed by Mo Lian. He took over his youngest son from Musa Ren. Although he and his brother Mo Lan are identical twin brothers, Mo Li's body is far worse than that of his elder brother. health.

Mo Lian was often worried about this weak little ghost. Fortunately, Zichuan Bingyue used many methods to recuperate the bodies of these two little ghosts in the ice country.

"It's very similar to you." As if sighing, as if understanding, Musa Ren sighed softly, and Mo Lan just woke up in his arms, and her shadow was clearly reflected in a pair of dark green pupils.

"The eyes of the two little ghosts are really like your gods!" Mu Saren's fingers touched the big clear eyes of the child in his arms, "In the future, I will definitely be the embryo of a beauty who will bring disaster to the country and the people."

"I hope that they will be ordinary. In the future, they will get married and have a lot of children. They will be happy every day. They must be happy." Mo Lian's voice was light, and ordinary expectations and expectations flashed in her dark eyes. happiness.

Mu Saren also seemed to be fascinated by the life Mo Lian said, and yearning flashed across his delicate face.However, those clear eyes seemed to be infected with the most real pain, "This kind of life is really good, and now I realize that I am already 19 years old."

Mo Lian, I am nineteen years old.

I put the best years on him, but I can't wait anymore.

"I will return to Turkic, and I will marry that Prince Mohe as my father wished."

A faint sentence made Mo Lian's face change drastically. He hugged the baby in his arms tightly and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Mu Saren glanced at Mo Lian casually, "Isn't it common for a woman to marry? What's more, if I don't marry, I'll be old."

"But, you didn't like that prince in the first place, didn't you? Even so, Musa, why didn't you marry Han Xi?"

The sharp eyes pierced Mo Lian, and it seemed that he had returned to the unrestrained time when he was flying freely.Seemingly sensing Musa Ren's mood, Mo Lan put on a sullen face, and cried out loud.

Patting the child in his arms, Mu Saren's sharp voice drifted over with the bitter wind from Xiliang, "It's not very love, I don't want it."

"These two young masters are really handsome." Wei Yu smiled softly while looking at the sleeping baby, "This little look is exactly the same as our little Lian's when she was a child, so much like it was carved out of a mold. of."

Listening to Wei Yu's joyful voice, Princess Xuelian silently patted Mo Lian's head beside her. She was still dazed, but only when her eyes met Mo Lian's eyes would they show love and joy.

"However, I really feel that the appearance of these two young masters seems to be similar to the young prince..." Before finishing speaking, Wei Yu realized that she had said something wrong.

She raised her head and looked at Mo Lian, the face of the gentle and shy little boy in her memory didn't change at all, as if what she just said was something unimportant.

"Because, my eyes and his are very similar." With a faint voice, Mo Lian's face was as calm as water.

"Xiao Lian." When Han Xi barged in without grace, Mo Lian was not surprised, but turned around and asked, "What happened? Brother Han Xi, why are you so flustered?"

Han Xi's handsome face was full of anxiety and a bit of undisguised irritability, "Mo Han, I got reliable news. He seems to be betraying the emperor."

Mo Lian's face was pale, "And then?" He asked Han Xi with a flat face.

Han Xi was a little stunned, "Aren't you surprised?"

"What's there to be surprised about?" Mo Lian's mouth curved slightly, "That man, Mo Han, as long as he is for Princess Muge, there is nothing he can't do."

"However, compared to this, I think there is something that bothers you more now."

"What is it?"

Looking at Han Xi's puzzled expression, Mo Lian felt a little resentful, "Musa is going back to Turkic, do you know?"

"What? Musa is going back to Turkic? She never told me about it!" Han Xi suddenly raised her voice and shouted.

"Don't worry, there is an even bigger secret." Mo Lian's mouth curled up, "Musa said she would go back to Xiliang to marry that Prince Mohe."

"What? Musa is going to marry that embroidered prince?"

Han Xi yelled at a much higher decibel than before, "Why? It's a lie! Musa didn't tell me anything!"

"How old do you think Musa is?" A pair of black eyes looked directly at Hanxi's green eyes, "Musa is already 19 years old."

"Do you know what this means?" Mo Lian's words were rather reproachful, "A woman from an ordinary family has long been a mother."

After a pause, Mo Lian let out a long sigh of relief, "Musa can't bear it anymore."

"Besides, why do you think that Prince Mohe is not as good as you? He and Musa are considered to be from the same clan, and their status and status are equal to Musa. What's more, as far as I know, that prince is obedient to Musa Yes, he couldn't bear to make Musa sad."

"But Musa doesn't like him!" Urgently refuting Mo Lian's words, Han Xi was filled with impatience that he didn't know.

Mo Lian glanced at Han Xi and said indifferently, "So what if you don't love her?"

There was a little helplessness in the dark eyes, and he turned his head away after he finished speaking to Han Xi, "Musa told me that she is already old."

"I've never even seen her look so decadent. You know what? Love is the most unbearable thing to wait for, because the young years don't allow us to be extravagant."

Patting Han Xi on the shoulder, Mo Lian said earnestly, "I paid a heavy price for my absurdity. So, I don't want you to follow in my footsteps."

"Hanxi, take a good look at your heart."

It's really dull Hanxi, if you don't save your little cousin, you will really run away with someone, then don't drag Mo Lian to cry!