Sitting in the imperial garden in the early morning, enjoying snacks, Mo Yan sighed in her heart. She had always been inseparable from the palace in the first half of her life, but she didn't know what to do with the second half of her life.
"He came over here," Lan Ming sat down opposite Mo Yan and glanced at the pavilion. The gentle breeze was blowing, but sitting for a long time was not good for the body. "Remember if you get cold..."
"I know," Mo Yan chuckled and took a slow sip of tea, "our emperor is worried about such a small thing."
"He's here." Lan Ming really doubted whether Mo Yan heard this sentence. Seeing that his expression was still so leisurely, Lan Ming really doubted whether Mo Yan didn't care about anything anymore.
"That's wrong, there's more than one of them," Mo Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the lake rippled by the wind. She couldn't figure out why Hua Xianyu was still going to step in after she had already handed the soldier talisman to Hua Xianyu.
tight
Mo Yan has never cared about power and status, it's just that those things were put on her body.
"Your paradise..." Lan Ming knew that the subordinates around Mo Yan should be waiting for Mo Yan in a quiet and beautiful valley at this moment, but Mo Yan couldn't go there at this moment.
"You know?" Mo Yan spoke slowly, lowering his head but not looking at Lan Ming, fiddling with the teacup with his fingers, "You understand me best."
"But you don't love me," Lan Ming smiled. The relationship between him and Mo Yan could only be brother and sister, friends, or confidants, but he could never become Mo Yan's sweetheart.
Maybe it was because of this that he understood her
"No matter who comes, there will only be two possibilities in the end, one is single and the other is married." After so many things, Mo Yan took a dim view. Maybe as Master said, since she came to this world, there are so many
Things are doomed, there is no room for her to decide whether she wants it or not.
Lan Ming wanted to speak, but he still didn't. Instead, he looked at Mo Yan extremely seriously, and finally just sighed.
"You said, if Mu Feng knew about us..." Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled a little treacherously.
"You can't talk nonsense," Lan Ming made a hint of fear, "I am not someone who can live with such a domineering person for so many years."
"Oh?" Mo Yan stood up and walked to Lan Ming's side, bending down close to Lan Ming's ear, "Don't worry, if he hits you, just hit him back."
After saying this, Mo Yan walked away with a smile. It would be better to go to sleep for a while at this time.
Lan Ming looked at Mo Yan and shook his head, but he really believed that Mu Feng might have a fight with him, and Mo Yan was just watching the show.