Although panicked, the man in black still said bravely: "Yin Tianyi, just wait!" After saying that, he staggered around and disappeared into the dark night.
"Prince, why do you let him go!" Because he didn't understand, Leng Mo stood up and asked in a low voice. Leng Mo was the young man who brought Mo Yiran just now. He looked to be a few years older than Yin Tianyi.
, about the same age as Mo Yiran, dressed in black, giving people a calm feeling.
Yin Tianyi snorted softly and said: "Even if he is allowed to go back, he will not survive tomorrow. Have you forgotten that his master will not allow the assassination to fail. Anyone who fails will be killed!" He knows that person too well.
After the boy finished speaking, he turned around, glanced coldly at Mo Yiran, who had been standing behind him, and strode towards the room, not paying attention to Mo Yiran at all, as if they had never interacted before, even though he had just met him.
He protected her so carefully.
"My lord, please stay!" Mo Yiran jumped in front of him and blocked his way.
Looking at the woman in white who suddenly appeared in front of him, the veil on her face hid her face, and he didn't know what kind of face she had. Yin Tianyi suddenly stopped, looked at her coldly, and signaled
She went on.
"Please, Your Majesty, take me in and stay here for the night." Mo Yiran raised her eyes and looked into his pupils, and found that there was a deep area there. This underage child, she suddenly found that she could not understand him.
"My king...why do I agree to you?" A childish but cold voice came out of his thin lips. This woman looked so familiar. What kind of face would she have under this veil? He wanted to reach out and take off the veil.
But then I thought about it: what kind of face she looks like has anything to do with him!
Mo Yiran raised his injured wrist in front of him and said, "Because I'm injured. If I go back now, my family will be worried." After a pause, he added: "What's more, it's the prince who sent someone to take me there.
Came here."
"How reckless!" The man below drew his sword and was about to touch Mo Yiran's neck, but was blocked by Yin Tianyi and motioned for him to retreat. Just then he said to Mo Yiran: "Don't you know, you are just a commoner?
Your life is as light as a feather in my eyes." The little boy's words were so cruel.
Mo Yiran chuckled and said sarcastically: "Since ancient times, the fate of ordinary people has been the same for the children of princes and nobles. Why don't I know that?"
"Now that you know, do you still dare to stay here?" The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him carefully. Since he was born, no one has dared to talk to him like this.
He is eleven years old and she is fifteen, but their heights are the same at this time. There is no need for one to look up to the other, and similarly, no one needs to be looked down upon by the other.
"Because I know the prince will not kill me." She said calmly when she met his gaze.
"Why?" There was a glimmer of inquiry in the boy's eyes, and it was obvious that Mo Yiran's words had successfully aroused his interest.
"Because..." the woman deliberately prolonged her voice: "A song "Red Beans""
Yin Tianyi snorted softly and said sarcastically: "You are very smart, but you must know that cleverness can lead to mistakes. Even if I don't kill you, there is no guarantee that no one else will come."
"The prince sent someone to bring me here because of the song "Red Bean", how could he let others kill me?" After a pause, he added: "And I also know one thing, that is: a lonely child,
Night after night, day after night, I sing to my heart’s content. My lord, do you think so or not?”
The wind was blowing coldly, and there was still blood dripping from the wrist, drop by drop, falling on the ground. The crisp sound was clearly audible in the suppressed and quiet atmosphere. Mo Yiran tilted his head slightly, with a stubborn look on his face.
.There was only a "chi" sound, which was the sound of the sword whizzing past her ear.
When he looked down, he saw a bunch of black hair lying in the palm of his hand. The air seemed to have dropped to freezing point. He narrowed his eyes slightly, crossed his hands around his chest, and asked coldly: "Tell me, who are you? Or, in other words, are you?"
Who sent you here?" Why do you know his mood so well!
"The prince sent someone to bring me here. There is no one else." Mo Yiran suddenly found it funny that he actually thought he was a craftsman. "Does the prince think that a craftsman can block your sword? Or...
…Have I spoken to the prince’s mind?” She took a step forward, and although she was pressing the question, her eyes were extremely indifferent.
"Leng Mo, arrange a place for her." Without looking at her again, Yin Tianyi walked away, walked a few steps, then paused, turned his back to her and said, "If I find out that you have done anything deceptive,
Then you...have such hair!" After saying that, he raised the black hair in his hand and strode away.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will leave tomorrow!" She did not turn around, her back was also facing him, but he had already strode away, not sure if he could hear what she said.
"Miss Mo, please come this way." After seeing Yin Tianyi leaving, Leng Mo made a gesture of invitation to Mo Yiran, and then led the way.
"Thank you." The blood on her wrist was still flowing, and she just followed him. Unexpectedly, just this thank you would make him stop, and she would bump into his back without warning.
.
Mo Yiran quickly took a step back and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you..."
"It doesn't matter." The man stood sideways next to her and said, "Miss Mo is really a very special person." When he said this, his face was calm and there was no trace of ridicule. It seemed that he might be sincere.
It's just that this is special, but how can it be special? When Mo Yiran heard this, he just smiled indifferently and didn't want to go into details, because she was not from this world. If others said it was special, there was nothing to go into.
"Turning left ahead is your room, Miss Mo." The two of them continued walking forward, and Mo Yiran found that the courtyard was entirely made of wooden houses. It was not luxurious, but it had a sense of elegance.
"This place is beautiful. It must be very quiet here." She is a woman who likes to be quiet.
"This is the outskirts of Night City, so it's naturally a bit quieter." Leng Mo explained. As he spoke, he had already walked to the door. "Miss Mo will spend the night here today." After a pause, he walked out of his arms.
He took out a porcelain bottle and said, "I have some wound medicine here. Although the medicine is not very effective, it is somewhat helpful for the wound on the girl's hand."
Mo Yiran looked at the porcelain bottle he handed to her, smiled, then took it and said, "Thank you." After saying that, she turned around and entered the house. She... was just not used to getting close to others.
In the dark night, the candlelight slowly spread out from the house. Leng Mo's footsteps just stopped in front of the house for a while, and then turned and left.