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Li Wanshu changed into a pink jacket that is easy to move around. When walking in the snow and not talking, she looked like a princess who came to experience the hardships of the people.

But when you speak...

"Damn it, it's useless, have you seen it? It's such a big mountain, it's impossible to clean it all up overnight."

Shen Mo squinted his eyes and looked, the vast field of vision was white, he suddenly had an urge to yell, the negative emotions that had been squeezed for a long time in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

Now there are only ten sons left in Lan Yuan, and Mo Yu, who is superb in chess, and Feng Qi, who is beautiful in dancing, are the most favored.

Mo Mo glanced at the few people holding brooms and shovels made of bundled bamboo branches one by one. It is undoubtedly awkward for literati to do rough work.

He moved his eyes to the hut, and the beautiful sound of the piano and laughter came clearly.

You gentlemen, stop what you are doing. Although they didn't go to the front hall of the mansion much, they all know that the young man in front of him is wearing a dark blue cotton robe and has an indifferent and calm face. People who live outside.

So they all approached silence in a friendly manner, and no one paid attention to Li Wanshu next to him. Don't blame them, it's because the presence of the hostess of the palace is too low.

And Lan Yuan's attendants saluted even more cautiously.

Li Wanshu snorted, and everyone bowed their heads to say hello. She rolled her eyes, kicked the snow that had piled up, tiptoed, and flew over with a vigorous figure.

However, it might be that the snow was too slippery, or that she was wearing too many clothes, or that she hadn't eaten dinner, so she didn't stand firmly when she landed, her feet slipped, and she almost stumbled.

He tilted his head silently, unable to bear to look directly.

Among those young masters, some were holding back their laughter, some of them were skilled in martial arts and could punch and kick, and their expressions were even more contemptuous.

Shen Mo shook his head secretly, he couldn't even keep his face the simplest, how could he get some attention in front of Liu Yan, the most successful actor.

"Useless, this is for you."

Li Wanshu handed a shovel to Shen Shen, and walked aside with a broom to sweep up the snow, as lightly as scratching an itch.

"Go ahead." After saying something to the others, Mo Mo picked up a little snow with a shovel that he hadn't touched for many years and threw it to the side. Soon a small snow mountain was piled up, and then he went down the mountain to clear it.

Nearby is the back mountain of Liyuan, where Liu Yan eats, drinks and enjoys himself on weekdays, singing and dancing, just like now.

Listening silently to the continuous sound of the piano in the hut, the movements of his hands continued, his thoughts were a little far away, and when he met Zhang Yuan in the morning, he found that his expression was not right.

This shouldn't be his business, and in every mission, in every world, his heart is very peaceful, and he won't spend time on irrelevant people and things.

To put it bluntly, it's a bit ruthless and selfish.

However, if possible, I still hope that Zhang Yuan can live. I learned from 111 that Zhang Yuan's identity is just an orphan, burdened with heavy responsibilities that should not belong to him, and in the shadow of swords and swords, he survived every time he was desperate.

It's just that luck can't be good every time.

"It's useless, I can't do it."

The painful voice in his ear pulled him back from his thoughts, he turned his head in silence, looked for the sound, and saw Li Wanshu looking at him with a frozen red face.

"Whether I can help you, I don't promise."

"As long as you do what I say, you will be successful." Li Wanshu sniffed and quickly glanced around, seeing no one noticed, she threw the broom on the ground.

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows, and followed her towards the hut. Along the way, Li Wanshu had a smile on his face, interpreting the word "noble" very well.

The servant at the door of the hut bent over and saluted, "Princess."

"En." Li Wanshu raised his fair chin slightly, pushed open the door and entered.

The sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of the piano, and the sound of laughter, accompanied by the rich and mellow aroma of wine, swept away the silent and peaceful sight, and saw the extravagant scene in front of me.

The man in red was lying lazily on the soft couch with his clothes wide open, his loose ink-colored hair pouring out, his honey-colored skin was slightly wet, and the wine dripping from the corner of his mouth left traces of erotic indulgence, which are endless. Demonic and evil, his words and deeds are provocative, but there is no warmth in his eyes.

Shen Mo shifted his gaze to the young man standing before the collapse and dancing to the rhythm. He was dressed in white, with a fresh face, a little cinnabar mole between his brows, adding a little bit of enchantment, but not one ten thousandth of that most alluring man.

Feng Qi, who is willing to follow Liu Yan, also has no purpose, only hopes to be a young couple with Liu Yan, pure and innocent.

The kneeling young man was dressed in dark green clothes, as if a high-class pet was crawling at the feet of his emperor, with a pious posture, waiting to be blessed.

Mo Yu, the world-renowned Mr. Yu.

The two teenagers playing the piano next to them are a pair of twins, like unopened fine wine, which makes people unable to help but imagine.

Silence and the appearance of Li Wanshu made the lewdness in the room subside a lot, and the music stopped. Several teenagers got up and saluted Li Wanshu, and stood aside politely.

Meeting those eyes that were somewhat sinister and cold, she said silently, "My lord, my concubine is suffering from the wind and cold."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, when Liu Yan raised his eyelids to look over, Li Wanshu covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly, his hands covering his stomach in a breathless breath.

Liu Yan raised his eyebrows, "Are you suffering from the wind and cold?"

"Yeah." Li Wanshu frowned, pretending to be weak, "Cousin, I have a headache."

Liu Yan's deep voice was full of teasing, "Then what are you doing with your hands on your stomach?"

The corner of Shen Mo's eyes twitched, he was really not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

Li Wanshu blushed, embarrassed for a few seconds, and brazenly argued, "I still had a headache just now, but this could be a stomachache. Cousin, it's snowing outside. I think it's okay to let it go, and just let it go when you feel it."

Rolling his eyes, Li Wanshu rolled his eyes with a smile, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, if everyone catches a cold, then the New Year's banquet will definitely not be lively, you say no, cousin." Let Silence get goosebumps all over.

The room fell silent, Liu Yan didn't speak, her phoenix eyes were dimly lit, staring at Silence, the two looked at each other, one seemed to be smiling but couldn't see the bottom, the other was calm and composed like a pool of stagnant water.

While Li Wanshu was waiting anxiously and her palms were sweating, she heard an announcement from a servant outside the door. It turned out that it was Lan Yuan's medicine pot, Danqing.

Following the sound of footsteps came a faint smell of medicine. Everyone looked at it together. The face of the visitor was thin, but his eyes were extremely clear. It gave people a kind of fragility that would fall down at any time, but it was very rare. elegant.

When the man passed him, Shen Mo's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he pursed his lips imperceptibly, as if he was thinking about something.

Everyone saw the jade lamp in the hands of the lazy prince suddenly put down, his expression changed slightly, and he grabbed Danqing's wrist under their confused eyes.

He asked in a low tone, "Who are you?"

Li Wanshu's eyes widened, and he kept tugging at Shen Mo with his elbows, urging him to watch a good show together, but it would be difficult for Shen Mo to watch calmly.

"Cousin, I'm going back then."

Very good, without even looking at it, Li Wanshu pouted, and looked at Danqing curiously, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

Let's talk about why that lunatic changed suddenly. It turns out that this man has the shadow of Lan Xi, the hazy beauty of the white moonlight.

It has been more than a year since he came to the mansion, and now he realizes that Liu Yan will probably vomit blood in anger.

"Nujia Danqing."

Liu Yan pursed her thin lips coldly, Dan Qing?There is no impression in my mind, when did Lan Yuan live in this person?If I saw it earlier, why didn't I find it before...

"Go back to the lord, Mr. Dan has been in the mansion for more than a year." Mo Mo suppressed the look in his eyes and spoke softly.

Liu Yan touched Danqing's eyes, and waved the other hand to let the others leave. Feng Qi's beautiful and refined face was stained with jealousy and unwillingness. out, and then the twins left too.

From his angle, he could see Liu Yanrou's eyebrows down, his silent eyes flickered, he turned and walked out, looking up at Xiaoxue who didn't know when to fly.

What a bad development.

Liu Yan, who was immersed in memories in the house, ordered everyone not to come and disturb, but forgot to let the young masters who were still sweeping the snow go back.

The snow was getting heavier, and everyone was struggling a bit. Silence rubbed his hands, and walked back with his sleeves in his hands. Instead of choosing the main road, he chose a secluded path alone. He walked very slowly, approaching the cliff intentionally or unintentionally. Just as he was turning a corner, he was suddenly pushed down by a strong force, and his body leaned forward inertially, about to fall down the mountain.

Shen Mo didn't turn around, and didn't shout, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a strange smile, rarely calculated.

This is a dead end, and only by dying can we survive.

His purpose is to completely dispel Liu Yan's suspicion and become his confidant.

The purpose of Lan Xi and Zhang Yuan is doomed to fail.

The cliff was steep, and the sharp boulder was covered by thick snow. Silent rolled down like a snowball, without any struggle or survival movement, until his back hit a big rock, and his face turned pale with pain.

A large area of ​​avalanche cracked, and Shen Mo buried his face in the snow and laughed loudly. The laughter was full of suppressed madness, full of depression that had accumulated over time and could not be vented.

At the end of the laugh, he wriggled his pale lips, lay powerlessly under the snow, closed his eyes and waited for a bloody storm to come.

That night, Liu Yan felt that something was missing around him. Only then did he realize that the young man who usually followed him was missing, so he immediately called the steward of the mansion to inquire.

The result made Liu Yan furious, disappeared?How could a living person disappear for no reason?

Huang Hao led all the guards out and searched the back mountain. After searching for two consecutive days and two nights, they found a piece of cloth under the thick snow.

Liu Yan's mood deteriorated, and everyone put their hearts into their throats to do things. Danqing from Lanyuan was called to serve the bed, only he would not be scolded.

This incident soon spread to the city, saying that the prince fell in love with a male favorite, and Li Wanshu was also busy sending people to find Shen Mo, she didn't think Shen Mo was dead.

No one noticed that a groom from the stables was also missing, that very afternoon.

In the middle of the night, Liu Yan suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp arrow pierced through the wooden window and stared at the table. It was taught by him stroke by stroke.

Thinking of Cheng Wuyong's work, exchange the half map of Pingshan, and see you at Huangqiao three days later.

Slowly sitting back on the chair, the paper in Liu Yan's hand was shattered, and the emotion in his eyes was hard to calm down.

Whether it is a trap or not, it is impossible to sit still.