The Third Thousand and Thirty-Sixth Chapters Are Astonishing Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Seventy-Seven)

"You give Yuxi, you give down books, or it's because of me. Right?"

His snow-white teeth were biting the tip of his tongue, and the tingling moment made him more awake, and he responded calmly: "Yes."

Ranbai was always looking at Mo Liyan, and he didn't take his eyes away. The depths of the peach blossom eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and there was no light.

Her gaze locked on the young emperor's brows, and after a long pause, just when Mo Liyan thought that Ranbai was not asking again, she finally opened her mouth.

Very lightly asked:

"You do all this... because you love me. Right?"

This is the last question.

It is also the root of all problems.

Such a light tone, such a light question.

However, Mo Liyan's every nerve ending shuddered, and the deepest, hard-to-detect feelings buried in the bottom of his heart were in such unpredictable circumstances. exposed in the emptiness of darkness.

Shengsheng cut it open in front of the dyed white. It was clearly such a warm and hot summer, but it was still shivering coldly, as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and every inch of it condensed into ice.

The coldness of the heart is dissected, it is grace and robbery.

Mo Liyan didn't know how much effort he had used. He opened and closed his thin lips several times, but he couldn't find his voice, and it was difficult to pronounce any syllable, and even at that moment it was cold and fierce pain.

He said, "Yes."

A simple word, as heavy as mountains and rivers, admits everything.

Ranbai listened to such a word, and did not move for a long time. In the dark and dead silence of depression and embarrassment, she blinked her eyelashes very lightly, and then forcefully and quickly blinked several times, isolating her eyes. All emotions deep down.

The girl slowly took a step back, and then another step, gradually distanced herself from the young emperor, a few steps away from the ends of the earth.

Mo Liyan could hear the girl's movements, and he could feel that the person was moving away from him.

keep away.

The cotton wool seemed to be stuck in the blood vessels, unable to breathe, even breathing was difficult, and the feeling of suffocation pervaded.

Mo Liyan asked a sentence, each word had to pause for a long time, rolling on the tip of the tongue countless times, containing countless bitter and painful meanings, every word was like a blade weeping blood:

"Such feelings... make you sick, don't they?"

Ranbai didn't speak, didn't say a word.

She was standing in that darkness sinking, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After a long silent time has passed.

"Forget it." She said suddenly,

His voice was light and indifferent, like a misty cloud that could be annihilated in the world at any time. It was the calmest and most noble tone, and also the most ruthless and indifferent speech in the world.

Just these two simple and concise words, which are understated, fell in my ears, lingered countless times, and recalled countless times.

But in an instant, Mo Liyan was like falling into an abyss, and life was better than death.

At first,

When he was in the dark prison of King Jin's mansion,

The person in front of him also spoke in such a light and indifferent tone.

- "Forget it."

These two sentences overlapped again through the torrent of time.

At that time, Mo Liyan didn't understand what these seemingly simple three words actually contained. He finally understood now, but it was too late.

turn out to be,

He had already lost her at that time.

Do not,

Maybe earlier.

"Mo Liyan, don't love me anymore." Ranbai lowered her gaze and said flatly, "It's not worth it."

She couldn't look back.

will not look back.

Never.

"Why?" The young Wang's eyes shattered in the darkness, he swayed slightly, and even his voice was broken: "If I say it's worth it, then it's worth it."

Ranbai did not ridicule what Mo Liyan said, but he did not agree with him. His attitude was always calm, like an outsider.

She handed the red sandalwood box to the new emperor again, her white fingertips gently pressed against the edge of the wooden box, the temperature was cold, and her voice was cold: "Return to the original owner."

Although Mo Liyan didn't look at it, the moment Ranbai came back, he knew that this person understood everything.

"I gave it to you." He didn't reach out to pick it up, but coldly and decisively: "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Ranbai looked at him expressionlessly, and threw the important one-country jade seal on the table next to him. "You don't want the Jiangshan you beat yourself, do you?"

Mo Liyan answered without any hesitation, cold and stubborn: "No."

Ranbai sneered lowly: "You can."

Mo Liyan was silent for a while, the slender fingers tucked in the cuffs were tightly clenched, white and blue.

finally,

However, he looked calm and indifferent, desperately restraining the severe pain ravaged by the poison, and walked to the table next to him. Those pale, almost translucent fingers were holding the wine cup. The movements were very slow and elegant, especially quiet. Cherish it, as if pouring a glass of ordinary wine.

He poured two glasses of wine in a row, turned around and walked slowly towards the dyed white. He was holding the wine glass with a slight smile on his brows. He was extraordinarily elegant and noble.

Just like that, it gradually gets closer to whitening.

Until it stopped in front of the girl princess.

He stretched out one of the glass of wine in the air and handed it to Yanbai. The strong aroma of spirits filled the air, covering up a lot of the bloody smell on his body.

"Have a drink with me, it will be the last one."

Dyeing white and drooping his eyes, he glanced at the crystal clear spirits, and then coldly looked at Mo Liyan's pale snow-white complexion and the arc of thin lips.

At that moment, she remembered the previous palace banquet,

The picture of His Royal Highness King Jin raising a glass from a distance across the brilliant lights and shadows, surrounded by the clamorous sounds of the courtiers of aristocratic families smiling and laughing, but he seems to be a static painting, cold and noble, unparalleled in the world, just like that toast to her The direction, never falling, the calm attitude of deep indifference and shallow smile.

No one could see how much pain he had endured under such a light-hearted surface.

As it is now.

In this silent dark room,

Ranbai finally took over the wine that Mo Liyan handed over. She stared at the crystal clear wine, in front of the emperor's eyes, without any pause, she drank it neatly without leaving a drop.

Looking at such a picture, Mo Liyan also drank all the wine in the glass. He raised his eyes slightly, his neckline was clean and smooth, and his Adam's apple with a delicate curvature rolled slightly.

Ranbai felt abnormal for a few moments, but she didn't say a word or respond.

At the moment when he felt the girl faint, Mo Liyan immediately reached out his hand and embraced the girl's thin and slender waist that seemed to be broken when it was broken, preventing Dyebai from falling directly.

The young emperor stood tall and stood quietly, hugging the unconscious girl, craving this long-lost temperature.