Huangluo Kyushu

Mo Lian smiled and said, "There is always a perfect emperor in my heart."

"Oh." Mu Saren suddenly felt very curious, "You might as well tell me that you are optimistic about it."

"That person is Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. He has played the backbone of a big man. He is indeed a very great king."

Mu Saren laughed with a hint of irony in her words, "That's true, that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is really worthy of everyone's admiration."

Hearing the taunt from Musa Ren's mouth, Mo Lian asked, "Musa, you don't seem to like that Emperor Wu of Han very much."

"No." Mu Saren stretched out a long finger and shook it lightly, "I admire that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty very much. As an emperor, he is indeed perfect, but as a woman, I don't know." thought he was a good man"

It seems to have opened up a chatterbox. Mu Saren said indignantly, "The golden house cangjiao, what a beautiful love myth, but it ended in a tragic end where the golden house collapsed and both love and love were lost. The childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts can make use of such feelings, so there is nothing he can do. won't come out"

Mo Lian was silent. From the perspective of the throne, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was indeed a leader, but he was undoubtedly cruel to the beautiful queen who died in Nagato.

"Actually, that kind of ending is very suitable for him." After a pause, Mu Saren put away his previous hateful expression and smiled brightly, "setting a precedent of setting a son and killing his mother. The honor is only his side but there is no one he can trust and rely on to enjoy the boundless loneliness. This is really the best punishment."

Mo Lian looked at the smiling girl in front of her and nodded lightly.

That emperor who has been passed down through the ages wants the supreme throne, so even if he has to experience such heart-breaking loneliness in front of his ambition and dominance, it doesn't matter.

Mo Lian thinks that what a character like that wants is nothing more than a long-lasting hegemony.

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out the thoughts of the long-dead emperor. Mo Lian could only sigh, "The Golden House Cangjiao is really a grand and gorgeous dream."

The same goes for Liuyuan Juyan...

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But it's all just a beautiful lie...

Seeing that Mo Lian was silent and thinking, she didn't know where she was drifting to. Mu Saren said, "Boy, I really want to tell you that since you have chosen to smile, you must never let her down, even if your status is different, even if you are three years older. It was you who decided that she took her hand and it was a lifetime."

Mo Lian smiled and agreed to Mu Sa Ren's words one by one. Although Mu Sa Ren knew in her heart that Mo Lian would not do anything that would disappoint her smile, she still couldn't help talking about it. The little girl is unexpectedly careful in such matters.

The distance between Xiliang and Turks is not far apart. In fact, the two countries have a long history. It was originally the relationship between the son and the mother. Later, the rulers of Xiliang set up a separate branch to expand the territory of Xiliang, forming the royal court of Xiliang that is not inferior to the Turks today.

It is precisely because of this kind of kinship that Xiliang and Turks often exchange marriage contracts, and it seems that Hanxi and Musaren are here to let nature take its course.

Even when Hanxi was born, some people predicted that the nine Turkic princesses would be the future Yan clan of Xiliang.

But the Turkic Khan doesn't seem to care about this. Compared with his nephew, he seems to value Prince Mohe in the Turkic clan more than once. Khan has expressed his willingness to marry his daughter to Prince Mohe more than once. Let go a little

And since then, Khan has been ignoring his daughter and letting her live in Xiliang for a long time. Although he is the nine princesses of Turkic, Mu Saren lived in Xiliang far more than in Turkic.

The little girl thought she could prove her identity better than the Nine Princesses of the Turks, Princess Shaoyang of Xiliang

The two chatted and chatted like this, and entered the Turkic area. The city guards saw that their own princess returned to the country, and they all respectfully let go. Besides the entourage of the regular servants, there is also a beautiful young man who is so outstanding. His beauty made the princess, who was already born good, look a bit mediocre against him

Everyone thought that the beautiful young man next to the princess would be her fiancé-in-law, but upon closer inspection, they found it strange. Everyone in the Western Regions knew that Prince Han Xi from Xiliang had a pair of emerald green eyes, and the person in front of him was like a dark night. Who would such a beautiful man with deep black eyes be if not for the legendary Prince Han Xi who is astonishingly beautiful?

Mu Saren entered the Turkic territory and suddenly couldn't restrain her joy. Even though she lived in Xiliang far more than Turkic, Turkic is her home country after all.

Musaren's feelings towards his home country are complex and unimaginable

Xu Musaren, who had calmed himself down, put on his formerly energetic face

She turned her head to Mo Lian and said, "This is my mother country, Turkic"

Living in the Western Regions, Mo Lian feels that the Turkic scenery is no different from that of Xiliang

If he really wants to talk about it, he still misses Shangjing a little bit, and misses the soft atmosphere there. The women there are shy and will never be as bold as the daughters of the Western Regions. The clouds there are faint, not like the endless blue of Xiliang.

I even miss the time I spent with Liaoluan. After counting it carefully, the days I spent with Liaoluan were not long... It was only a short two years...

It's just that this short two years has taught him too many things

Like a most precious guardian, witnessing his own growth bit by bit

Mo Lian has never met her father, the Prince Gong named Mo Xi, Mo Hantian, but Mo Lian has been thinking that if she also has a father, then she will probably look like Xuan Lun.

It wasn't until she became a father, Mo Lian, that she realized that being with her blood relatives was so happy. Maybe Liaoran also had this kind of mentality at the beginning, but this kind of thinking is obviously a bit absurd. own brother

At the beginning, he buried Liaoluan under the cliff where they met. When Moxi was in his prime, he often went to visit Liaoluan. He knew that man was afraid of being lonely. Even when he was in the Western Regions, he would visit him every year on Lianluan's memorial day to talk with him. say

Mo Lian has never met Mo Yixiao, he doesn't know if that man will come to see Liaoran, but he doesn't care about such a thing, after all, Liaolu has already broken up with him, so even if he gave up the throne and faded out of the court, Mo Lian would not did not ask

"What are you thinking?" Mu Saren's voice once again awakened Mo Lian from his fugue. The handsome face of Cheese beside him always had the hint of inadvertent approval. It’s not good to look so mentally ill.”

Cheese's undisguised hostility made Mu Saren and Mo Lian embarrassed. The little princess coughed lightly and said, "Mo Lian has already arrived in Turkic territory. Is it more convenient than you in Xiliang? You should pay more attention to yourself. that's good"

Mo Lian nodded and thanked Mu Saren in her heart for her carefulness.

Musaren tightened the reins in his hand and quickened his pace. He has already reached the Turkic territory, and maybe he will be able to reach the Turkic royal court today.

It's been a long time since my home country...

Mo Lian looked at Musaren's rare excitement and smiled knowingly, followed Musaren to quicken his pace

And the trio around Musaren saw their princess speeding up the process, so they naturally speeded up their pace.

The royal courts of Xiliang are not as old as the royal courts of the Turks. Although they are all similar to exotic decorations, Mo Lian always feels that the royal courts of the Turks are more imposing than the royal capitals of Xiliang just looking at them from a distance. The sense of oppression in the majesty is also more profound and almost suffocating

Before entering the Turkic royal court, I met a man with a handsome appearance. The man from the Western Regions has a rough and bold appearance, and the person in front of him has deep-set eye sockets and a high nose bridge, which proves that this person is a typical handsome man from the Western Regions. Somewhat similar to Musa Ren

The man opened his mouth and said something to Mu Saren, "Xiao Jiu, you still know how to come back"

Mo Lian frowned. Although he has stayed in Xiliang for many years, he is also used to talking with Han Xi Mu Saren and others in the Central Plains dialect. When he heard someone speak a bunch of Turkic language in front of him, Mo Lian felt something in his bones. uncomfortable

Mu Saren saw the man in front of him with a sad face. Mo Lian seemed to have never seen Mu Saren so reluctantly. He heard Mu Saren call "Emperor Brother" again.

Hearing Musa Ren's call, the man became even more severe. He frowned and said to Musa Ren, "Xiao Jiu, don't tell me that you came back because of that Hanxi. Do you think my Turkic royal family is not shameful enough?"

Mo Lian was a little surprised by the tension between the brothers and sisters. In his impression, Musaren was the youngest child of the Turkic Khan. Since she was a child, her brothers and sisters had spoiled her to the core, but he never thought about the relationship between Musaren and his elder brother. How could the relationship between them be so tense?

I only heard Mu Saren say, "Brother, why do you think so?" Her voice is still proudly the same as that Princess Shaoyang who the people of the Western Regions were proud of back then.

"Isn't what I said the truth?" The man seemed even more angry, "If you are over [-] years old and haven't married your father, you will marry another, but you are stubbornly stuck in Xiliang and have been dragging Xiao Jiu, a man who doesn't care about you. Do you know how the word shame is written?"

Speaking of excitement, the man waved his big hand and hit Musa Ren