Under the sun, the car curtain was pushed open by a hand with distinct flesh and bones. The finger bones were slender and as white as jade. A trace of jade-colored sleeves wrapped around the wrist, with hidden lines on it, gorgeous and elegant.
Then, the young man slowly walked out of the car. His long jade-colored clothes reached the ground. His figure was pure and graceful. His brilliant face was as elegant as that of an immortal. He curved his lips and smiled, "Thank you, Aunt Yebai."
Everyone present held their breaths in unison, thinking that he was indeed the eldest son of Emperor Tianche. Although he was young, his elegance and calmness were enough to make anyone praise him.
Ye Bai followed Zijin, thinking that he had seen countless beautiful men, but the young man in front of him was the pride of heaven. Looking at the world, he was determined not to find anyone who could compare with him.
If he had been seen by the princess ten years ago, Mo Yanche would not have been able to escape the clutches of the devil. Thinking of this, Ye Bai smiled and said: "Your Highness, you are welcome. The princess has been waiting for a long time. Your Highness, please come with me."
Mo Yanche nodded, but he didn't take any bodyguards with him, and walked alone with Ye Bai in the opposite direction to Qiankun Palace.
He is the crown prince of Tianche, and when he comes to Shuoyue, he must pay a visit to Chunyu Zijin, so he is not in a hurry to attend Lan Jieyu's ceremony.
The people who stayed there watched him walk away, and it took them a while to come back to their senses. They couldn't help but sigh - only a wealthy country like Tianche, which has had poetry and wine for hundreds of years, can cultivate such a person. Mo Yanche is quite...
If you have the style of being a father, I'm afraid it won't take another three to five years to become Tianche's wise king again.
Mo Yanche followed Ye Bai. After walking for a while, he gradually separated from the red walls and yellow tiles. The surrounding scenery was elegant and elegant, with patches of bamboo forest and a courtyard hidden behind the sea of bamboo. Presumably, that was the Zizi River.
Jin is at Shuoyue's mansion.
Mo Yanche saw a corner of the courtyard, and at the same time, his phoenix eyes moved slightly, scanning the sea of black bamboo on both sides without leaving any trace.
The Queen Mother was right, there were countless shadow guards around Princess Shuo Yue, and there were at least dozens of top masters hidden in this sea of bamboo.
Without the slightest surprise, Mo Yanche curled her lips slightly and walked into the mansion calmly.
In the courtyard, in a sea of bamboo, he saw the woman with the same name as his mother - she was dressed in plain clothes, sitting peacefully in the pavilion, with a beautiful appearance, and an uncontrollable loneliness in her eyes.
Four years ago, Lan Qingruo passed away, and Chunyu Zijin never saw anyone else again. This is the first time in four years that an outsider has set foot here.
Zijin heard the sound of slight footsteps and looked up, only to see the fourteen-year-old boy standing under the ink bamboo, looking at him with a smile. The corners of his eyes and brows were exactly the same as Mo Zhilan's, and his narrow phoenix eyes were not only fox-like.
Cunning, and innate elegance.
Sure enough, he is a rare and beautiful boy.
"Yan Che has met Princess Zhenguo." Mo Yanche bent down and saluted.
Propping his cheek, Chunyu Zijin raised his lips and asked, "Little beauty, are you engaged?"
"..." No wonder the queen mother said that this princess of Zhenguo is different. Sure enough-
Mo Yanche raised her eyes and said softly: "Princess, no."
"Although Mo Zhilan is cunning, the son he gave birth to is very well-behaved. I'm afraid you came here not just to participate in Jie Yu's canonization. What did Mo Zhilan know, and what did he ask you to do?
, I know everything, but little handsome man, I advise you not to act rashly, he is the person chosen by the prime minister, no matter what his identity is, I will protect him to the end."