C529

Duan Inkstone sleepless under the lamp, the rice paper is still blank.

Mo Xuan put down the pen in his hand. He couldn't draw that feeling when he was away. A smile, that smart eyes, is no color can describe.

"Wine, what do you look like now? Me, but I haven't changed at all. Do you remember me? Jiuer, jiuer... "

All the sighs are just because of a name, Mo Xuan is lying on the chair, pinching the eyebrow with his hand.

On that day, even if he killed Ji City, the result was still miserable, he lost his most important thing.

The scenes of falling into the city were like a nightmare. He didn't know how she persisted. The irrefutable fact is, what does he start with.

Early in the morning, Mo Xuan beat a basin of cold water alone. Since waking up, in the dead of night, his mind can no longer calm down, and he has a good sleep because of comfort.

"Master Wang, you wake up..." Mo Xin'er runs to the study and pushes the door open.

Only see inside the room unique Mo Xuan a person, the maid maid attendants and so on of person a don't see, this let her a little can't see through each other. A Grand Prince, is there any strange hobby?

What do you want to see from this furtive appearance? Mo Xuan looked at each other, slowly bent down, said: "heart, what are you looking for?".

Mo Xin'er carefully step back, the other side is a person she can't trust from the bottom of her heart. She can't tell the truth, but in his loving eyes, she doesn't want to tell lies.

This contradictory psychology, really few people can let her like this.

Suddenly, Mo Xuan reaches out to hold Mo Xin'er, and Mo Xin'er shouts. Then he focuses on Mo Xuan's shoulder with both hands, and the whole person falls into each other's arms.

"Ah, Lord, what are you doing?" Mo Xin'er's face turned red. It's not that she thought too much, it's just that she was scared.

She is the kind of person who can't afford to be frightened. Once she is stimulated, she will not be able to control her emotions. There is a sign that she is possessed.

Mo Xuan vigilant, want to test the pulse of Mo Xin'er, this abnormal face hope is not he thought more.

This weak pulse is not like the strong heartbeat of a normal person. No matter how much you try, you can't judge the others. Instead, you are noticed by Mo Xin'er.

"I'll take you out..." Without waiting for Mo Xin'er to respond, Mo Xuan walks out of the study with Mo Xin'er in his arms.

Long is a pair of strangers do not enter the face, but why is it to her and her brother treat each other? Is it true, as her brother thought, that there is a great connection between them?

The pattern between the necklines of the blue gray tight clothes are all black lines. No matter from a distance or near, the clothes can't be more ordinary. Mozer held the cuff in his hand. The material of his clothes was cotton and hemp, but the workmanship was very fine, and it was not easy to be torn.

This dress, it's like he's wearing it? Mo Xuan puts down Mo Xin'er, puts his hand to his mouth, and then turns around Mo Ze.

Mozer looks very unnatural, but it's just a dress. What's wrong with him? It just fits.

"What are you looking at? I have nothing to do with you... " Moze turned his back to his hands, his feet were staggered, and his heels were together. This standing posture unconsciously became like this. He was also quite helpless.

It's very familiar. It's like someone training his confidants in a small yard many years ago. He was trained by her?

Here, is it a deliberate approach to a deliberate arrangement, or some other reason.

"What does it have to do with the king?" Mo Xuan puts his hands on Mo Ze's shoulder. He really doesn't know how to talk to each other equally.

"It doesn't matter to talk about it. I'm from Nanhuang, but Wang Ye is not..." Mo Ze reaches out his hand, Mo Xin'er sends it, and they go out together.

Divided Kyushu, the momentum of friction and war between countries, old and dead do not communicate with each other this has become the best way to get along.

"But we are all from Kyushu. How can we say that?" On the more true this matter, really regardless of age, Mo Xuan stubborn asked.

"We'll talk about it when we're all there," Moze said to Moxuan.

The unification of Kyushu is her mother's wish all the time. Although he doesn't know why, if he can help his mother and bring the prince to the same front as them, things will be much better.

Wine, is that your wish? Mo Xuan follows Mo Ze. She said she never cared about his identity, if she wanted to seek, she would only seek the whole world.

If this is your wish, then I will give you this world, OK?

Busy long street, in order not to make some unnecessary trouble, Mo Xuan chose a mask for himself. It's OK to make some simple costumes and blend them into the crowd.

With the so-called backer, Mo Xin'er does not restrain himself. Like what can be strong up to watch, this time she need not be afraid of what hurt her people suddenly came, because now she followed a big man.Regardless of status, status, or martial arts, they all exist at the top level.

Unlike Mo Xin'er, who shows great enthusiasm for his surroundings, Mo Ze is especially calm in the street. It's not that he's not interested in the people around him. He just has a lot of problems in his mind.

For example: where did the man with ink King face go?

It's really tiring to be on the road. Su jiu'er finds a place to live, and takes the demon night out of the street to look for it. She couldn't let her heart go without her.

There is an unspeakable tacit understanding that one covers his face with gauze, the other with mask, and the two in red.

Demon night's clothes are mostly red, just with the name of a demon word. And Su jiuer loves red, she likes the publicity of red, like the beating flame, unrestrained.

"Jiu'er, Nong Ying has arrived at Xin'er's side. He will protect him..." The demon night picked up the umbrella on the side of the road and opened it to protect Su jiu'er from the sun. The state of Qi was more lively than their Nanhuang.

In five years, they unified the tribe and developed a lot of agriculture and commerce. However, some things can't be done overnight. The number of Nanhuang is small, so there are fewer people who can march and fight.

Witchcraft and array are just a clever word.

If we fight for a long time, we will have to pay a very heavy price. If there is an alliance, what should be the interpretation of this word?

What's the solution? I don't know if this fate is a kind of evil fate.

Su Qingjiu, the umbrella of red plum, turns around in her hand. Vaguely remember a rainy day, a person with an umbrella carrying her for a long time.

Stinging memory, but touching the scene? Demon night once said to her, sealed her a sad memory. If one day she remembers, he will always respect her choice.

She always felt that since she could forget it, there was no need to remember it again.

So, it's better for her to focus on business. She is the king of Nanhuang. She wants to bear the right of Nanhuang's people to live. No matter how chaotic Kyushu is, her plan must not have the slightest deviation, she can do anything for it.

PS: the first sentence is the lyrics. Later, I feel that it doesn't match o (╥﹏╥) O

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