A sentence, like a joke, but it caused a lot of blood...

That night, on the streets of Mongolia, in the blazing firelight, Mo Qingcheng's little face was reflected in and out of light... He still looked neither sad nor happy, and against the two ferocious scars, a wave of anger appeared.

A strange brilliance...if it is unruly, if it is bloodthirsty, if it is an endless show of ambition...

Mo Qinghan still stood quietly aside, watching the man pack the cooled ashes in his suitcase, and then rolled it into his arms when Yu Mo Qingcheng smiled and leaned down...

Why do you have to be so stubborn, so stubborn that it makes people feel bad...

Mo Qingcheng was very quiet in his arms. The black eyes that were once full of wretchedness and frivolity were now tightly closed, reflecting the somewhat bleak little face. For a moment, he also looked a little weak...

After all, she is a woman. No matter how strong she is, she will always have moments of weakness... But Mo Qingcheng seems to never let others see her helplessness as long as she is awake...

Mo Qinghan felt a little helpless when he saw the smile... First he glanced at the paintings and charming colors that gradually faded in the firelight, then lowered his head and started to look at the person in his arms seriously...

Mo Qingcheng's scarred little face turned pale for a moment in the dark night, as if it was gradually losing its vitality and no longer as lively as usual. Looking at it at this moment, there was an unspeakable feeling...

Mo Qinghan suddenly felt a pain at the tip of his heart, and suddenly recalled the man's chaotic roar behind the carriage that day. Perhaps, from then on, this man was extremely tolerant, and such a vivid smile would never be seen again.

I won't be sad...

At this moment, Mo Qinghan suddenly understood that it was not that this person would not be sad, but that when he was sad, he would smile freely and freely. For a moment, it made people feel that he really would not be sad...

Just thinking about it carefully, when this man looks up to the sky and laughs, he always seems to have a hoarse voice... Even if he smiles so heartily, it never reaches the depth of his eyes... This man's heart seems to be made of stone.

In fact, he is more bloody than many people...

Mo Qinghan suddenly felt a little worried. He was worried that the person in his arms was indulging in a nightmare and unwilling to wake up. He was also worried that after waking up, this person would no longer be the same as before, always smiling happily, making noises, and being shameless...

To be honest, this kind of contradictory perception seemed to have never appeared before except for that one incident in the past that he didn't want to remember... Only when he discovered it, it was like a weed, growing wildly throughout the world...

Mo Qingcheng, what should I do to you?

Mo Qinghan smiled bitterly, and for a moment, he felt a little self-deprecating... The emotions that he thought he would never touch again in this life, from who knows when, actually seemed to have grown in his bones and could no longer be eradicated...

Xian'er, maybe you are right, I still don't love you enough...

An inexplicable smile escaped from Mo Qinghan's deep voice. It was very pleasant and hoarse, and his chest vibrated slightly. If he completely took off those cold and charming clothes, for a moment, the world would be pale...

If Mo Qingcheng knew that she missed such a beautiful scenery while sleeping, I don't know how angry she would be...

That marriage that caused a sensation in the Three Kingdoms ended with the death of Hua'er and Mei Se, and the groom ended with the disappearance of the mysterious young man... Rumors abounded in the market, and there were different opinions...

Some people say that the young man was actually the woman whom Prince Beiding fell in love with when he was young. She appeared at the wedding just to take away his love...

Some people say that the young man was already enamored with the Prince of Beiding and robbed him of his marriage just to get what he wanted...

Others say that in fact, the two of them worked together to help the current emperor get rid of the shackles of the Yu Kingdom...

No one knows that our rightful owner, Mo Qingcheng, is only wearing a light blue jacket at the moment, squinting his eyes, sitting on the chaise longue with disheveled hair, basking in the sun... Against the backdrop of the tight scarf around his neck

The pure white Diao Rong, for a moment, looked more and more like a cat...lazy, as if he had nothing to do with anything...

That injury made Mo Qingcheng fall into a deep sleep until the middle of winter... When he woke up, only Mo Qinghan was by his side... Mo Qingcheng seemed to have fallen into an endless silence...

Occasionally, I would sit by the bed and be in a daze. I didn’t know what I was looking at with my eyes, and my chin would become more and more pointed. Occasionally, I would lean against the door with my bare feet and look up at the sky. It was as quiet as a reed flower, and it seemed that it was no longer the same as before.

Very active…

Mo Qinghan is very tasteful. It is not easy to find such a small and unique courtyard. However, in response to the season, a whole yard of enchanting red plum trees bloomed... The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow.

Time, if the scenery in the painting is like...

And Mo Qingcheng is the person in the painting at the moment. The winter sun is always bright and the light feels very good. It only hits the body, but there is not much warmth... Mo Qingcheng's long hair is gently raised in the breeze, a little messy.

But it is very beautiful... The silver-white glossy lounge chair under Mo Qingcheng has a very classic taste. For a moment, it made Mo Qingcheng

That person's originally not enchanting figure suddenly became associated with beauty... The beauty in this painting is really lazy... Mo Qingcheng just lay there with his body crooked and lazily, his smooth cheeks without scars,

Against the bright white snow all over the body, it was actually a bit whiter. For a moment, it was like fine jade, attracting people's imagination...

Then again, although Mo Qingcheng looked a little lazy, he miraculously fit in with this winter day, because that person's idleness always seemed to have a special magic power that made people unable to take their eyes away...

Then the screen moved, and a slender man in a black robe was seen standing quietly in front of the small arched stone door. His black eyes, as if they had been splashed with ink, reflected the sleeping woman in the plum forest so clearly...

Mo Qingcheng looked like a pool of stagnant water at this moment. His face was expressionless, he was breathing quietly, curled up into a ball, and then squinted his eyes, not knowing whether he was admiring the plum blossoms or looking at the empty blue sky...

Mo Qinghan's pace was very heavy. When he walked, the hem of his clothes fluttered slightly, as if he was moving a scroll slowly. For a moment, he always felt like he was carrying a heavy burden...

So, I saw the man in black walking slowly to the imperial concubine's chair, picking up the woman on the chair, and then his eyes darkened, as if stained with a little anger, and said hoarsely
Chapter completed!