Mo Xi caressed the Yao Qin gently, Feng Qiuhuang's music was fierce and high-spirited, full of affection, and the melodious music of the Qianyuan Palace echoed in the Qianyuan Hall.

Baili Muyun was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch above, with a bottle of wine in his hand. Zuo Li was pushed back to Yongshou Palace by him. He and Mo Xi were the only two people in the entire hall, and he didn't expect that Mo Xi's Yao Qin would also be there.

He caressed her well and looked at the person below with lustful eyes. But Mo Xi didn't care and just played the tune over and over again.

"How did you know that the Queen Mother liked this piece of music?" Baili Muyun raised his head and took a sip of wine, and asked the calm Mo Xi below drunkenly.

"There are rumors among the people that the emperor has been living in the palace for a long time, so naturally he doesn't know about it." Mo Xi kept holding his hands and replied lightly.

"Really?" Baili Muyun put down the wine pot, held a wine glass and came over in vain, sitting opposite Mo Xi with a Yao Qin in between, "But you clearly didn't sing Feng Qiu Huang yesterday.

Why did you deceive your mother?" Then he handed the wine glass to Mo Xi.

"The emperor came to Qingyin Pavilion late at night. It must be that the queen is at odds with her. The queen mother certainly doesn't want to see the emperor and his newlywed wife quarreling. This song is just right for the occasion. Mo Xi overstepped his bounds. I hope the emperor will forgive me." Finally came to ask, Mo Xi.

As soon as his hand stopped, the sound of the piano stopped. He didn't take the wine but raised his eyes to look at Baili Muyun.

The reasonable explanation and the flawless reason made Baili Muyun almost believe it.

"Then I'd like to thank you for thinking about me." Baili Muyun smiled and walked closer to Mo Xi, deliberately exhaling some unpleasant alcohol smell on her face.

"Mo Xi doesn't dare. It's fine if the emperor doesn't blame Mo Xi." Baili Muyun was indeed suspicious. Mo Xi's mind quickly turned to how he should respond at this time. His lips under the veil pursed slightly, but there was nothing in his eyes.

fluctuation.

"Of course I won't blame you. I don't know how happy I am to have such a beautiful woman by my side." Baili Muyun raised Mo Xi's chin and caressed her cheek frivolously. It felt like a piece of fine silk.

The two people looked at each other, with a faint undercurrent flowing between them. Baili Muyun's blurred eyes met Mo Xi's. Is there any conspiracy behind those clear and clean eyes?

With an evil smile, he stepped forward. The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, and the wine spilled on the soft blanket made of camel hair. The piano stand fell to the ground, and the Yao Qin also fell aside, making a trembling sound. The person who was pressed under him

I couldn't see clearly what her expression was under her veil, but there was a bit of panic in her eyes.

"Your Majesty!" Mo Xi exclaimed.

"Isn't this what you want?" Baili Muyun sneered, trying his best to attract his attention, and even showed his hand in front of the Queen Mother today. Who would believe that Mo Xi didn't deliberately make him look at her differently?

Tears filled Mo Xi's eyes. He looked at Baili Muyun with hazy tearful eyes. He gave up the struggle and was ready to let Baili Muyun destroy him wantonly. Mo Xi knew what to do to make a man especially cherish him.

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Sure enough, when Baili Muyun saw her being left to his own devices, he slowly stopped and gently took off the white gauze on her face. Seeing her biting her bloodless lips, there was a certain corner in his heart.

It seems to be slowly collapsing.

"If the emperor likes Mo Xi's face, the emperor will take it." Mo Xi said with a decisive tone, looking at Baili Muyun's face, his slender onion-like fingers were cold, silently tugging at the blanket on the ground. If he

He is really an incompetent and lustful fool. He will not be able to escape sooner or later, so he might as well just risk it all and give it a try!

Baili Muyun picked her up and let her lean on his arm, with an evil smile on his face. He decided to give her a chance to convince himself: "Let's talk about it."

"Mo Xi has been an orphan since he was a child and has seen many hypocritical and heartless faces in this world. If the emperor really likes Mo Xi's skin, it would be Mo Xi's honor. At least as the emperor's woman, she will never be given as a gift again.

If I send you here and there, I will no longer be looked down upon by everyone in the world, and I will avoid a lot of coveting, as long as the emperor can protect Mo Xi's life in peace and worry-free."

Mo Xi clenched his fists as he spoke, holding back the tears. His calm voice seemed to be talking about someone else's affairs, and his stubborn and indifferent look struck hard into Baili Muyun's heart, finally destroying him for many years.

The mental defense barrier.

But can he really keep her safe and sound? As a majestic king of a country, even his throne is in jeopardy, and he can't even protect his loyal ministers. Can he protect her? This is like a joke! The look in his eyes

His anger and sorrow grew stronger and stronger, and the hand holding Mo Xi's thin waist seemed to be breaking it.

Suddenly, he pushed Mo Xi away hard, causing her to fall to the ground. She stood up staggeringly, took a sip of wine, and sneered: "It turns out she's just a vain woman. I'm not interested in you, so get out."

The tears in Mo Xi's eyes could no longer be held back, and they fell on Qin's body. He grabbed his clothes and ran out. When he returned to Qingyin Pavilion and confirmed that no one had seen him, Mo Xi put away the sadness on his face and wiped it away casually.

With tears on her face, she held her forehead with her hands and tried to look as if nothing had happened, but the tears couldn't stop on her indifferent face.

Today's tears were half real and half fake. After all, I saved my body today. What should I do in the future? Baili Muyun finally opened his guard against her. He was really pretending to be stupid, which meant that his identity as a craftsman was completely eliminated.

It was starting to work. If Shadow knew about it, the next step would be for her to be Baili Muyun's pillow. Does she have the right to refuse?

Thinking of the man in the bamboo forest, his smile as warm as the spring sun, and his broad and warm chest, no matter how greedy I am, I can only forget it. I am a craftsman, a chess piece that can be discarded at any time, and can die at any time. If I want to live, there is no other choice but to

Give up on yourself, is there any other way?

"You have no medicine." Mo Xi's voice trembled and he shouted out a low voice. That was his name, which he swallowed into his stomach with tears on his face. He covered his mouth tightly and did not dare to mention it again.

A pigeon fluttered in and landed at Mo Xi's hand. Mo Xi stroked the smooth feathers of the carrier pigeon and murmured: "It would be great if I could be like you. I would be free to fly high in the sky for you."

Mo Xi wiped his tears. There was no point in crying. Mo Xi knew this when he was five years old.

The inkstone was lifted up and the pen was moved smoothly, unlike a person with a sad mind, but he paused when he was writing. If he told the shadows about the results of his discovery, then they would probably ask him to take action immediately.

They once said that as long as the things they did were enough to satisfy them, they would tell themselves who was the enemy who destroyed her family, but Mo Xi had seen too many secrets about being silenced because he knew too many secrets, and those people had not yet

He died before he could take revenge. Will he end up like them?

Mo Xi didn't know how far she had to go to satisfy them, but she had always had a vague worry. Will one day she knew too much, or lost the value of use, and would be wiped out by them? Just

Just like wiping away a speck of dust, disappearing from this world without a trace and no one knows?

And their so-called telling them who their enemies are is just a relatively mild way to contain them. When chess pieces like Mo Xi want to resist, they will use whips and torture to make them obedient, and use the threat of death to drive them to work for their lives.
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