"Haha, my father asked the fourth brother to come and visit the seventh brother. I wonder how the seventh brother is doing in the past few years?"

The man holding the jade flute didn't show much enthusiasm. The relationship between him and Ran Mofeng was very similar to that of a back-and-forth, but it didn't seem so real.

"Haha, thank you for your love, Father. Everything is well with Mo Feng."

Ran Mofeng didn't care much about the old man who was far away, and just dealt with it on the surface.

"Well, it seems that the fourth brother has not played a song with the seventh brother for a long time. Since we get to see each other today, we can't let go of such a good opportunity. I wonder what the seventh brother thinks?" [

The flute spun beautifully in the man's hand, and the man stood on the stone path, holding the flute to his lips.

"Haha, fourth brother's kindness is hard to refuse. How can Mo Feng postpone it?"

Ran Mofeng took off the cloth bag on his waist and unfolded it. Inside was a jade flute with the same texture as the jade flute in the man's hand.

"Xiao? It seems that Brother Four Emperors is lucky enough to be able to compose the music of heaven with the world-famous Mr. Duxiao?"

The man's eyes lit up, showing a hint of appreciation.

Unexpectedly, the world-famous Young Master Duxiao is actually the Seventh Emperor's younger brother whom he has been guarding for so many years?

Haha, his Seven Emperors really opened his eyes.

“The flute and the flute belong to the same ancestor, and if they can compose a piece together, they are naturally beautiful.”

After saying this, Ran Mofeng raised his fingers to flick the flute, his lips touched the body of the flute, and no longer looked at the man.

The sound of the flute is low, like a deep valley and a quiet stream, flowing quietly, leading to the preceding sound.

"It's a good song, Brother Four Emperors admire it. However, the echo from the deep valley is too low. How about something like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the singing of birds in the green mountains?"

The green flute sounded, melodious, sometimes crisp, sometimes elegant.

The sobs accompanied by the sound of the flute are like thin clouds and rolling rain, frivolous and arrogant, and like the shadows of cold stars, beautiful and smooth.

Ran Mofeng frowned, and the fingertips on the flute trembled a little.

Could it be that his father wanted to take action against him?

The sound of the flute was rolled with deep inner force and overlapped with the sound of the flute, constantly twisting and twisting. Ran Mofeng's thoughts were the same, and he let the sound of the flute get away from the interference of the flute sound, and only listened to the sound of the flute in an instant.

It sounded a high-speed and loud sound, so fast that Ran Mofeng couldn't handle it.

"Ugh!"

A fishy smell surged in his chest, and what Ran Mofeng spat out was a shocking splash of blood.

"Seventh Emperor Brother, it seems that you are still the same as before! You are not wary of others at all. This is not okay."[

The sound of the flute stopped, and the man's resolute face showed a playful smile, walking towards Ran Mofeng step by step.

"Brother Four Emperors, this is what Mo Feng has owed you for more than ten years. If you want to kill me, please do as you please. This is the only time."

Sitting down holding on to the pavilion railing, Ran Mofeng slumped down and leaned on the pavilion pillar. He was dressed in white clothes with delicate lotus flowers, and his blood color gradually became darker and darker.

"Brother Four Emperors won't kill you, because Brother Four Emperors can't bear it. How could Brother Four Emperors kill such an outstanding brother? Mo Feng, in the imperial family, it's hard to disobey the emperor's orders. Guess what Brother Four Emperors will do?

How?"

In the man's palm, there is a small and exquisite dagger inlaid with seven-color gemstones. It shines in various colors due to the light of the sun, making it very bright.

"No matter what Brother Four Emperors does, Mo Feng will never blame Brother Four Emperors."

Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped.

Although he has not committed any mistakes, why should he have no words to accuse him?

Ran Mofeng has long been accustomed to this kind of sin imposed on himself, and he is willing to study it more deeply.

After running away for so many years, you still can't escape the conspiracy far above Longliang Gaotang, right?

His marriage to a woman is a long-planned conspiracy, isn't it?

Four years of tranquility were enough for him

"Haha, really?"

The dagger sliced ​​through the flesh, spurting out large flowers of blood.

The man holding a sharp knife looked at the blood stained red by the man leaning on the pavilion pillar, and felt a little sad in his heart.

His miserable brother had not escaped the use of the Longliang royal family in the end. His heart should be as sad as his own.

I have no support in this life, and no support in the world.

When you come to this mortal world, you are like a guest, and it will be the same from beginning to end!

Mo Feng, Brother Four Emperors can only help you this time. From now on, your life is only yours.

Looking coldly at the twitching figure lying in the pavilion, the man deliberately stood in a windy place when the wind blew up, letting the wind blow the dust and sand into his eyes, and a drop of wind sand fell from his astringent eyes.

of clear tears.

"Mo Feng, live well, live a cool life for Brother Four Emperors"

The man's figure disappeared, and Ran Mofeng seemed to hear an unbelievable and ethereal word in his mind as he gradually lost consciousness. The untrue words made Ran Mofeng rarely forget the pain, and a smile appeared on his lips.[

The development of things began to go beyond Leng Yuhan's expectations.

To be precise, it should be beyond the expectation of Leng Yuhan who received part of Shi Hanyan's memory.

Because, Long Liang's seventh prince Ran Mofeng, who was the first calm, indifferent and stubborn man that Leng Yuhan met in this world as Shi Hanyan and whom he sincerely wanted to get in touch with, was a living person.

The tongue in his mouth was cut out in Prince Huangzhen's palace.

This unbelievable news was like a thunder in the plains, shattering the only softness in Leng Yuhan's heart that he wanted to retain.

Leng Yuhan was carried by the waiters on a bamboo frame to Ran Mofeng, who was unconscious and still had blood flowing out of his lips. Leng Yuhan felt that there was an unspeakable desire to destroy everything in his chest that was rapidly expanding.

.

What on earth did that man who was as elegant as clear tea and as quiet as falling snow do he do wrong?

Why should we suffer such innocent treatment?

Could it be that just because of Ran Mofeng's marriage to Huangfeng, he had to become a victim of Long Liang's attack on Huangfeng under political coordination?

Leng Yuhan asked all the servants in Yanran Pavilion to know how things happened, but the dozen or so servants in Yanran Pavilion replied to Leng Yuhan in unison with three words: "I don't know."

'.

The result can be imagined.

The dozen or so waiters were each punished by Leng Yuhan with two hundred bucks and then sent outside the house. As for life or death?

Oh!

Eighty percent of the time he won't come back.

I don’t know if it’s because he received some of Shi Hanyan’s own memories about the palace, or if the things he encountered have too much tempered Leng Yuhan’s frail heart. Now Leng Yuhan seems to have a lot less energy in his bones.

The tolerance and enthusiasm that belong to modern society, on the other hand, seem to be more indifferent and ruthless that belong to Shi Hanyan's world.

Seeing that there was no trace of blood on Ran Mofeng's pale face, Leng Yuhan ignored Lian Mo's desperate objections. When he himself lost too much blood, he cut his finger and dripped two bowls of raw blood for Ran Mofeng.

Drink it down.

Leng Yuhan couldn't believe that the white lotus-like man with whom he had a youthful dream left in such a hurry.

She won't allow it, she won't allow it!

Wang Linshan, the imperial doctor in the palace, arrived at the palace two hours after Leng Yuhan lost consciousness.

Without disturbing any of the royal wives in the mansion, Wang Linshan personally introduced Mo Yuhan to the place where Leng Yuhan's accident occurred. The seemingly remote and peaceful hut was also the small courtyard where Mo Yuzhuang liked tranquility.

"Physician Wang, how is your health?"

Standing outside the screen, Mo Yuzhuang's slightly uneasy gaze kept circling around the edge of the screen, unable to bear to take it back.

"Back to the young master, the prince has always been in good health. Although he lost a little more blood this time, as long as the remaining tumors of the stillborn fetus are removed from the abdomen, I can keep the prince safe."

Kneeling with her legs on the collapsed cotton futon, Wang Linshan, a woman with a thin face and clear bones, carefully checked Leng Yuhan's pulse and answered cautiously.

"Yu Zhuang has thanked the imperial doctor on behalf of the prince. However, judging from the prince's condition, will the prince's body be able to carry children again in the future?"

Mo Yuzhuang's heart was full of mixed emotions. If she hadn't been so angry and jealous, how could she have caused the current situation?

If something happened to the woman he fell in love with in the future, wouldn't he regret it for the rest of his life?

"this

Although Wang Linshan was kneeling on the ground, his back was straight and straight, and every word he spoke was reasonable and sonorous. Mo Yuzhuang's heart sank when he heard it, and he didn't know how to defend himself.

Forgetting that in the land of women, men give birth to children, and ignoring the abnormality of women's pregnancy, Mo Yuzhuang covered her chest and fell to the table violently, with tears like raindrops falling on the table.

His child, a woman who was pregnant with his child, only had this one chance, and was thrown away by him like this. How could she be able to withstand such a huge sin?

"

With a low whimper, Mo Yuzhuang bit her lip and drew blood, refusing to let the crying woman hear it.

When Mo Yuzhuang was young, she was sold into a Goulan with her father. The boys in the Goulan were not allowed to eat the fruit to prevent them from giving birth to children.

After escaping from the hook, Mo Yuzhuang, as the young master of Youtang, traveled to other three countries for a long time and delayed her marriage, so Mo Yuzhuang didn't know much about marriage and pregnancy, which was difficult to ask about.

She has been with Shi Hanyan for nearly ten years. Although the two of them have been happily married for a long time, Mo Yuzhuang has never shown any signs of pregnancy. Shi Hanyan did not ask, and Mo Yuzhuang did not think much about it, but kept it privately.

Li thought that maybe the timing was wrong and he could not give birth to a son and a half for his woman.

Who would have known that, among all the causes and effects, it was actually caused by neither of them swallowing the derivative fruit?

"Lin Shan, please spare him. Yuzhuang grew up in another country. It is normal for him not to know about Huangfeng's pregnancy."

The man on top of the collapse patted the collapse shaft with his hand, interrupting the uncomfortable conversation between the two.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It's Lin Shan who talks too much."

A very strange title.

Call yourself a minister when facing Mo Yuzhuang, call yourself by name when facing Leng Yuhan?

When Wang Linshan saw Leng Yuhan wake up, there was a hint of true joy from the bottom of his heart on his thin face.

"Your Majesty?"

When she heard the voice behind the screen that she was worried about, Mo Yuzhuang ignored the presence of outsiders and ran directly to the collapse, holding Leng Yuhan's hand.

"Haha, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but Lin Shan has met this king."

Holding Mo Yuzhuang's hand, which was as white as a plate of jade, Leng Yuhan signaled Mo Yuzhuang to serve him and lean on the couch, looking directly at Wang Linshan who was still kneeling on the futon, taking a closer look.

She has beautiful eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, and kind lips. She is a woman with a good-looking face. However, she is a little thinner and has no flesh. She looks like her skeleton is stretched out and uneven to the extreme, giving her a white skeleton that looks like a specimen.

"Lin Shan didn't dare. On the day when the prince was in coma, Lin Shan had always fulfilled his duties, respected the prince's instructions, paid close attention to the movements of all parties in the palace, and spared no effort to guard the palace for the prince."

With his head bowed on the ground, Wang Linshan did not dare to slack off.

"Get up and give me a seat. Wang Linshan, do you still remember what the king said to you when he returned to Tongcao?"

Memories are sometimes a very stinging thing.

It has absorbed the essence of those who came after it, and shrouded the previous ideas in an unprecedented way, even if you don't want to accept it.

Since receiving Shi Hanyan's memory, there are many things in Leng Yuhan's thoughts that seem to have been assimilated and obliterated by Shi Hanyan's memory unconsciously, as if brainwashed.

"Lin Shan has always kept the words of the prince in mind. The prince said that when Lin Shan is summoned again one day, it will be the time when the prince is ready to go."

Lian Mo outside the door brought a stool. Wang Linshan glanced sideways and knelt on the ground without getting up, refusing to sit on the stool.

"As long as Lin Shan remembers it, then let's go ahead and follow the plan we made before."

There was something fierce in Leng Yuhan's eyes. Those who have hurt themselves should also try what is called 'regret'?

"Lin Shan respectfully respects the prince's words."

Wang Linshan lowered his head to the ground again, his rugged limbs almost touching the ground in reverence.

"Lin Shan, before returning to the palace, go to Yanran Pavilion to see if Ran Mofeng's condition has improved. If this is not what I expected, the news of Ran Mofeng's injury should have been reported back to Long Liang. Long Liang's letter of war should have

It will arrive soon."

Clearly feeling the hand holding him tighten in an instant, Leng Yuhan looked at Mo Yuzhuang's worried face, smiled and raised his lips and scratched Mo Yuzhuang's face.

"Yes, the prince's prescription has been written. All he needs to do is to instruct people to cook it regularly. Lin Shan will respect the prince's instructions and go to Prince Mo Feng's place to have a look."

Standing up and bowing at ninety degrees, Wang Linshan respectfully exited the room.

"Yuzhuang, help me go to Su Ziyuan."

His body ached like thorns, Leng Yuhan thought about the agreement between Mo Yuzhuang and Su Zixin, and had no choice but to bear it and prepared to collapse.

"Yan'er? You're not allowed to go."

Without the presence of outsiders, Mo Yuzhuang naturally called Leng Yuhan by her private name.

"When will you be the master of my king's decision?"

Leaving Shi Hanyan's thoughts behind, Leng Yuhan was surprised that his words were so domineering.

"No matter what Yan'er decides, even if Yuzhuang dies, she won't let Yan'er go. We can't let Yan'er get hurt again!"

With a tough attitude, Mo Yuzhuang held down Leng Yuhanqiang's body that was about to collapse. She was unforgiving with her words and unwilling in her heart, but mostly moved and pitied.

"Who asked you to cause such trouble on your own initiative?"

With an accusing look in his eyes, Leng Yuhan pulled Mo Yuzhuang and threw him towards the collapsed edge of the bed. He turned over and pressed Mo Yuzhuang under him. He fluttered his eyebrows and suddenly stared at his own arm strangely.

When did her wrist strength become so strong?

Can you throw Mo Yuzhuang onto the bed?

“…”

Mo Yuzhuang was silent, biting her lip and turned away, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"What? You're still wronged, aren't you? When did I allow you to put yourself in danger? If something happens to you, how can I survive in a world without you?"

Turning over Mo Yuzhuang's still angry body, Leng Yuhan gently wiped away the tears of grievance on Mo Yuzhuang's cheeks. He ignored the increase in wrist strength for the time being and asked seriously.

"Your Majesty?"

There were a few hourglass pauses in his thoughts. Mo Yuzhuang opened his eyes and watched.

A face with tears pouring out all the time is like a porcelain doll hidden in a glass window, so beautiful and moving.

"I don't blame you for saving people, but I feel sorry for you for putting yourself in danger. I hope you will be well and spend the rest of your life safely with me. You must not understand my love for you."

, Do you understand?”

Remembering that Shi Hanyan and Mo Yuzhuang had been loving each other for nearly ten years, Leng Yuhan's resistance to Mo Yuzhuang naturally disappeared, and there was no more unforgivable pain for the future. Leng Yuhan felt sad when he saw Mo Yuzhuang.

She looked so weak and unwilling to speak out her pain, and her heart felt extremely loving.

"But Shangguan Lin?"

Mo Yuzhuang was still in shock.

Is he the most important in Shi Hanyan's heart?

"Listen, I will only say this once. Yuzhuang will always be the most important person in my heart. No one can replace your position in my heart at any time."

Taking Mo Yuzhuang's body into his arms, Leng Yuhan bit Mo Yuzhuang's earlobe like a punishment, biting it with a hint of evil wantonness.

Regarding Shangguan Lin, Leng Yuhan considered that since future events could be predicted, perhaps something could be changed in advance.

There is always a reason for Mo Yuzhuang's jealousy and madness. He will not be so jealous for no reason. It must be something Shi Hanyan did that changed Mo Yuzhuang's mind. If we can find the reason that intensified the depression between the two,

The reason will definitely solve the ending that makes everyone heartbroken.

"Yan'er

The woman's lips lingered next to Mo Yuzhuang's ear, her soft tongue was like a hook, softly exuding the natural allure of women.

Mo Yuzhuang dodged the woman's attack, hugged her waist, and asked boldly.

"Um."

With a soft voice, the woman's fingertips penetrated Mo Yuzhuang's clothes and wandered around lazily.

"That is also the one you like the most?"

"Um."

"Then, is it also the best one?"

"Um!"

"That is also the most beautiful one?"

"Ahem! Ahem! I asked you to talk so much."

Pulling off Mo Yuzhuang's half-covering clothes, he pressed them on the bed involuntarily. Leng Yuhan followed the love in his memory like sea waves and took the initiative to invade Mo Yuzhuang's body and bones for the first time, wildly occupying it.

Mo Yu's make-up looks like seductive thin lips dotted with gauze honey.

"Well, Your Majesty, you are not well yet."
Chapter completed!