Yin Tianyi felt very comfortable with her sudden smile. At least at the moment she spoke, he believed her, just like he believed in Mo Yiran in the past.
Before leaving that day, he kissed her on the forehead. The kiss on the forehead represented respect. Yes, he respected her, because in his heart, she could not be blasphemed and she deserved the best treatment.
Thinking of this, the corners of his lips rose slightly. The people from the Soul Sect promised to find Mo Yiran for him in three years. The condition was that he would marry the woman in front of him. Three years later, after being separated from her for nine years, he would
What kind of her will you meet?
Before reaching the palace gate, the sky suddenly darkened and large dark clouds suddenly gathered.
At this time, Yin Wuxie also walked over from the other side. As soon as he came up, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother Qi!" It seemed that every time he saw Yin Tianyi, he was in a very happy mood. However,
It's no wonder that for such a fifteen-year-old boy, it is inevitable for him to rely on his elder brother.
Mo Yiran smiled and said nothing.
When leaving the palace gate, Yin Wuxie grabbed Yin Tianyi's sleeve and avoided Mo Yiran. He didn't know what he was saying. Finally, Yin Tianyi turned around and said to Mo Yiran calmly: "You go back first." No.
The tone of discussion was not the tone of instructions. It sounded like a statement without any emotion. Soon he and Yin Wuxie disappeared in front of her.
Mo Yiran looked at their disappearing figures, and then at the carriage in front of her that had not been taken away by them. She looked at the weather at this time, and it seemed that it was about to rain. She suddenly wanted to try to walk back from here, and she was the only one.
People walk back from here.
So she said to the coachman: "You go back first, I still have things to do." Her expression was cold, and her body exuded a cold and noble temperament. The coachman bowed and left without asking any questions.
Because the sky suddenly turned dark, pedestrians on the street guessed that it was going to rain, so they packed up and went home. Soon, there were few people walking on the empty street. Whether there were many people or few people,
, Mo Yiran is the most beautiful scenery. This is not because of her stunning appearance, but mainly because of her immortal-like temperament that attracts a lot of attention.
And she was walking slowly and firmly on the street, even if it was about to rain, it seemed to have nothing to do with her.
"Boom!" There was a thunder, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street than before. But Mo still walked leisurely. She didn't know anyone, and of course she didn't need anyone to know her.
Lightning flashed across her face, making her look a little pale. In fact, she was not in a bad mood, she just simply wanted to get wet in the rain.
Just as she thought, the rain fell quickly. The summer rain always fell like a pouring water, and the drops hit her body with a kind of desperate pleasure. A slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, showing relief.
It is satisfying, but with a hint of vicissitudes, which makes people feel infinitely sad.
She didn't know how long she walked in the rain, until her whole body was soaked, and there were no more pedestrians on the street. The rain seemed to feel her inner desire, and there was still no sign of stopping. The rain slid down her hair, dripping.
The drops slipped from her neck into her collarbone.
But suddenly, the rain stopped, but there were still fine drops of raindrops outside her body.
With a smile on her face, Mo turned around and looked at the person holding the umbrella for her.
This is a man, with a tall but thin body, and a jade-like face that is very pale, as if he has been tortured by illness for many years. His complexion is gentle, but his thick eyebrows are slightly frowned.
He said: "No matter how strong a person is, he will still feel cold if he is exposed to too much rain."
"Prince Bi Ling made fun of you, but I have long been accustomed to such a temperature." The corners of her mouth were still slightly curved, and she looked at him with a smile, as if she wanted to see through his soul, but she seemed to be a little interested in him.
None, just looking at him.
"I'm used to it, but it doesn't mean I like it." His tone was still gentle, without any wavering. The oil-paper umbrella was not small, but in order to keep a distance from her and to prevent her from getting caught in the rain, he stood with half of his body on top of the umbrella.
Outside.
Mo Yiran took a step closer to him and said with a smile: "It's raining, and everyone is waiting to let me down with their umbrellas." This is a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso. When she said it at this time, it was just a mood.
"Not everyone, at least I am holding an umbrella for you." The ambiguous words only earned Mo Yiran an indifferent smile, and her eyes remained the same.
She said: "I heard that Prince Biling will marry the princess soon, right?"
"It seems that the seventh younger brother and sister are very aware of my king's affairs." His tone was weak, and no hint could be heard.
"You are the prince of the Xueji Dynasty. Naturally, the people of the world will be more concerned about the prince's life events to show their love for the prince." Mo Yiran said what he said perfectly. No matter whether the other party had other intentions, she always had to learn how to do it.
Protect your own.
Yin Wuchou finally smiled lightly, with a hint of loneliness on his handsome face, and said, "They only love the position of prince."
"My lord, that's all I thought." Mo Yiran didn't say much, but the water droplets on her hair were still falling drop by drop, but they were not as turbulent as before.
"Even if it is." Yin Wuchou said: "I will send you back." The rain is still falling, with no intention of stopping.
Mo Yiran said politely: "No need, I just want to catch a shower." After saying that, she flicked her sleeves, performed Qing Kung and left. She said: "People who practice martial arts will not be so weak that they can't even fight in a row."