Lan Qingyue sat down opposite him, and the maid immediately served hot tea. He took a few sips of the tea and then looked at Mo Xuanyu, curled his lips and said with a smile, "She, which one?"
Mo Xuanyu pursed his lips tightly and said in a cold voice, "Mu Lingyue."
"Oh...it turned out to be her."
A meaningful smile appeared on Lan Qingyue's lips, "I buried her, why, my fourth brother still has to go visit her grave?" [
"Brother, I know you have saved her."
Mo Xuanyu's voice was always cold, and there was no emotion in it. No one could hear even the slightest ripple.
The wind slowly blew along the open window onto his face, picking up a few strands of hair on his forehead. His dark jade-like eyes stared at Lan Qingyue closely, his body motionless.
Lan Qingyue sighed softly and said slowly, "Since you already know that I saved her, why don't you continue to find out where she is now. I believe that you, fourth brother, have this ability."
Mo Xuanyu frowned, "Brother, I don't mean anything else. I just want to know her current situation."
Lan Qingyue smiled and stared at him with deep meaning, "Fourth brother seems to have never cared so much about a woman... Are you attracted to that girl?"
Mo Xuanyu was stunned for a moment, then stood up, with obvious anger in his eyes, and said angrily, "Brother, don't talk nonsense."
"No, no, why are you so excited?"
Lan Qingyue spread her hands, as if she found him boring, and sighed helplessly, "If you were the fourth brother and said you were attracted to her, I would tell you the news about her. Since you don't
If you fall in love with her, why should you care whether she is alive or dead? You came to this king today, but you asked for news about another woman. Xuerou will be unhappy if she finds out."
Mo Xuanyu glanced at him sideways, with a hint of anger in his cold tone, "Since the eldest brother refuses to say anything, I won't bother you anymore."
With that said, he turned around to leave.
Lan Qingyue said nothing and watched him leave with a sneer.
"Your Highness, why don't you tell him..."
Mo Nu looked puzzled and couldn't help but ask.
"Prepare hot water, I want to take a bath."
Lan Qingyue didn't answer Mo Nu's words, got up and walked to the inner room.
He was lying on the bed, and the bet that Mo Yan made with him came to his mind.
He didn't care much at first, but now...
He raised the corners of his lips little by little, smiled and said to himself, "Mu Lingyue, I will definitely make you fall in love with me."[
midnight---
Mu Lingyue woke up from her dream again.
It’s still that dream.
There is still a woman in red in the dream.
The man raised the sword in his hand and stabbed it deeply into the woman's chest.
The woman in red fell to the snow, her blood staining the snow beneath her red.
She gasped for air and found it difficult to breathe.
There was a dull pain in my chest, as if someone had really stabbed me with a sword.
She was awakened by the pain, and the sharp sword sank into her chest. The pain at that moment was so real that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Strange, so strange.
She had never had such a dream before.
And I have never had the same dream over and over again.
But ever since she saw those images in that bronze mirror that day, it was as if someone had cast a spell on her, and those images always reappeared in her dreams.