Chapter 2896

She knows that Mo Yelei is kind to her. In addition, Mo Yelei is the prince. If he is willing to marry her as the imperial concubine, she will be the queen of Da Chu in the future!

Such cognition made her a little excited, and her heart kept beating.

But Mo Ye Lei's face was gloomy.

He thought about many things, but he didn't expect Ling Bai to ask him that!

For the expectation of Shang Wei Yinyu, Mo Yilei can't give an answer.

Because Wei Pingsheng, let Wei Yinyu like him. Naturally, marrying him is the best way, and you can also win over Wei Pingsheng.

But it can't be the right imperial concubine!

In the final analysis, Wei Yinyu has nothing behind him except Wei Pingsheng. Without a prominent family background, it means he can't give him any help. The person he wants to marry in the future must be a noble daughter in Kyoto. How can it be Wei Yinyu?

But if you say so, Wei Yinyu is basically arrogant. Now he doesn't fully like him, so he won't accept it

No matter what kind of speech it is, it is of no use to him.

How did he know that Ling Bai would ask such a question!

Wei Yinyu was not stupid. When she saw Mo Yilei hesitating, her heart slowly cooled down, which was unbelievable.

"This question... How ridiculous." Mo Yelei's face was not very good-looking, and reluctantly made an excuse: "how can he make decisions about a girl's marriage without authorization?"

"If the crown prince likes it, why not marry with the bride price of imperial concubine Zheng?" ran Bai got the situation she wanted and said coldly: "it seems that I think too much. It turns out that the crown prince doesn't think so."

Mo Yilei blocks his heart in one breath and opens his mouth, but he doesn't think of any statement. His face is as black as pot carbon.

And Mo Liyan looked at such a scene and tapped his fingertips.

It's just a problem. It's enough to use Wei Yinyu's psychology and Mo Yelei's thought to separate them.

Wei Yinyu is Wei Pingsheng's sister. If Wei Yinyu really firmly supports Mo Ye Lei together, it will be a bit troublesome with Wei Pingsheng's attention to Wei Yinyu.

That's a good question.

Tut.

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After leaving the Colosseum,

The two people separated.

Mo Liyan didn't mean to return to King Jin's house, but seriously watched the Dragon Boat Festival night scene in Kyoto, Chu, all the way to the end before turning back.

"What do you want?" he asked her through the wind, looking at the prosperity ahead, his voice cutting through the lights and night.

Dyed white replied, "No."

Mo Liyan gave a light sound, and the radian raised by the tip of his eyebrows showed a cold feeling. The cold pool like cold, vaguely showed his impatience: "I only asked this time, are you sure?"

He asked,

It's just because dye Bai uses ink and the question asked by Ye Lei is completely beneficial to him.

But he didn't have the patience and interest to say more.

Ranbai suddenly stopped and looked very serious: "do you count?"

——What do you want?

——Do you count?

She wants him?

Mo Liyan paused and considered the problem carefully. He didn't go any further. He stood alone at the dividing point between light and darkness. Half of his side face was shrouded in the dark shadow. He couldn't see his expression, and the shadow falling on the ground was dim and slanting.

"Not really."

No leeway answer.

He stepped on the edge of the darkness, and his figure was outlined as tall and straight as bamboo and pine. In front of him were thousands of lights, prosperous and brilliant, paved long streets, and noisy fireworks different from the dead darkness.

All this seemed to have nothing to do with him. He stood in the place of light and darkness, like standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss.

The long eyelashes half covered the deep eyes. The Ling narrow Danfeng eyes did not faint with the slightest warmth, and any light could not brighten the deep eyes. Looking down at the girl's eyes, there was some coolness, like falling snow, or even coldness: "don't be paranoid."

Ranbai really thought about it carefully, but he didn't think out what he wanted. His tone was colder than before and very light: "that's OK."

Mo Liyan didn't say another word. The arc of his jaw was cold and cold, and his expression was lighter. When he walked in the place where the lights were dim, his back was lonely and proud.

The moon is like a hook, hanging obliquely in the sky. If there is light in the sky, it is hazy and blurred.

In the most vast and boundless River in the capital of Chu.

The boat floats along the river without asking where to go.

The night is tantalizing, the river is deep and unpredictable, and the waves are ethereal. It is like a blue and secluded streamer flowing, flickering, fluttering and talking. It expresses the vicissitudes and pain in its face that has not changed for thousands of years.

The shadowy scenes on both sides of the Strait are laid out wantonly with the faint river water, and the willows are slightly drooping and swaying with the night wind.

A new moon is reflected in the middle of the river, which is sparkling and beautiful.

The quiet boat is far away from the noise, floating quietly on the river and enjoying the thick ink and color of the night.

The man in dark clothes was in the boat, and the Ling narrow Danfeng eyes, which seemed to be loaded with the vast sky, reflected such a scene slowly spreading out like a picture scroll.

He knelt down in front of the red sandalwood xylophone stand, with elegant black clothes, jade crown and hair. His face was beautiful and beautiful, but he contained the eternal ice in the world, showing the coldness of the king in the world.

In front of you,

An exquisite Tongmu ancient Qin is placed in Enron.

The ancient Qin is Fuxi style, made of Tongmu. The length of the piano body is 3 feet, 6 inches and 5 minutes. The surface of the piano is arched to represent the sky, and the bottom of the piano is flat to represent the ground. There are 13 symbols in total.

Due to the long-term vibration of playing the piano, plum blossom broken patterns have been formed, highlighting extraordinary treasures.

Mo Liyan's long eyelashes were slightly drooping, half covering the deep eyes. The bony joints were slender and clear, and the perfect fingers like works of art moved the strings of the lower Guqin to send out a rhythm.

His cold fingertips slid slowly down, gently wiped the strings on the ancient Qin all the way, and casually rubbed the landscape edges and corners carved by the ancient Qin.

Then,

It is elegant to the extreme, elegant and indifferent. The notes pour out from the fingertips, and the fingertips spread a cold halo on the strings, which is the cold white of the moonlight.

Ranbai stood outside the boat, holding the dark railings with both hands, overlooking the night scene on the river. There was a reflection of the crescent moon in the river water center.

The night wind in early summer blew on her face, carrying the fragrance of shallow peach blossoms. The girl's sleeves fluttered, vaguely revealing a bright night like a congealing jade. The green silk and ink hair danced lightly, and the eyebrows and eyes were light and snow cold.

Suddenly I heard the sound of Guqin from the painting boat,

The sound of the piano is melodious and pleasant. It has the meaning of high mountains and flowing water. Sometimes it is as light as a snow mountain and spring, sometimes as fast as a flying waterfall, sometimes as light as a whisper, and sometimes as sharp as a sharp edge.

The master of the piano perfectly switched between long indifference and treacherous killing in the rhythm of high and low, and performed a unique song through the ages.