Chapter 97: Entering the palace gate is as deep as the sea 4
Mo Yan disappeared, but Mo Zhan, as his biological brother, was not anxious at all. Mo Zhan could not feel any feelings for Mo Yan.
But when Mo Zhan met Mu Feng, it was inevitable that the two of them would still be polite.
This night, which was supposed to be the night before the wedding, Mo Zhan saw Mu Feng standing under the tree in the backyard. Mu Feng stood alone under the big tree.
This is a very big tree. It is a bit out of place in the backyard and is incompatible with the beautiful scenery here. However, Mo Yan originally liked to keep such a big tree here, so Mu Feng followed Mo Yan's wishes.
"Prince Feng, this is..." Mo Zhan never thought that a person like Mu Feng would stand alone under a tree and do nothing. After all, people like Mu Feng are more suitable to be on the battlefield and in the court.
It's obviously not suitable for Mu Feng under this tree.
Mu Feng glanced at Mo Zhan indifferently. He had always known that Mo State did not care much about Mo Yan, the prince. He only cared about what news Mo Yan would bring to Mo State.
Now Mu Feng looks at Mo Zhan but he is still thinking about taking a walk in the backyard, and he feels even less favorable towards Mo Guo.
"No matter what happens tomorrow, Yan will be my princess." Mu Feng said this and disappeared into the backyard.
Mo Zhan looked at the big tree in front of him thoughtfully. When he came here, he discovered that this tree was weird. Having such a tree in this nice yard simply ruined the scenery. Moreover, his observations over the past few days
Mo Zhan didn't notice anything different about this tree, but now he saw Mu Feng standing under this tree. Mo Zhan wondered what this tree must be hiding.
The plum blossoms are falling, reflecting the faint moonlight, and the petals seem to be dyed with a circle of brilliance, flying and fluttering
I stretched out my hand and picked up a few petals at random, only to find that the petals had no brilliance, they were just ordinary petals.
Hold your hands, close your eyes slightly, feel the faint fragrance, feel the petals gently and beautifully falling on your body, sliding and falling
"It seems this is really suitable for you," Mu Ling walked up to Mo Yan at some point and saw the man whose clothes were gently blown up by the wind under the moon, as if he was about to go away with the wind.
Naturally, he reached out and took the cold hand. He held it, but Mu Ling didn't want to let go.
"In three days, I will..."
"It's up to you," Mo Yan pulled his hand, but couldn't pull out Mu Ling's hand, so he had to say, "The emperor can do whatever he wants. Mo Yan wants to go back and rest."
Slowly letting go of his hand, seeing Mo Yan leaving without any regret, Mu Ling couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, but so what?