Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan lowered her eyes, bit her lips lightly, became cruel, and leaned directly on Mu Jiayan. Mu Jiayan was in a hurry and hugged him reluctantly.

Mo Yinglan held back her unhappiness, and kept swiping the screen in her heart: For the mission, for the mission...

He raised his head with firm eyes: "Your Majesty, I beg you to spare the life of your Highness. I was the one who pushed her because I was unwilling. Weak and almost dead."

The light in his eyes kept flickering, and he begged guiltily and painfully: "I, I'm sorry for him, I want to make up for him, Your Majesty..."

Mu Jiayan closed his eyes weakly, and wrapped his arms around him vainly. The regret in the voice of the person in his arms was clearly visible, but it had nothing to do with him in the slightest.

Mu Jiayan was silent for a long time, and Yunying behind her said viciously: "Heh, he's just a scoundrel, I really thought His Majesty would keep him for your sake!"

Mu Jiayan's voice was hoarse and depressed: "Ha, do you really want to keep him?"

The sharp female voice laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, go dreaming!"

"……it is good."

The whispers were so low that they were almost inaudible, slowly slipping from Mu Jiayan's pale lips.

Like Yu Qianjun, he hit everyone's heart fiercely, of course, except for a certain person or system who has no heart.

Yunying's crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and seeing the softness in Mu Jiayan's eyes getting deeper and deeper, she almost wanted to go crazy.

Mu Jiayan ordered coldly: "The queen has lost her virtue, and I will give you a foot of red."

"No—Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my concubine, my concubine knows my mistake, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Yunying's hairpin was disheveled, her clothes were messy, her face was distorted by fright, her long hair was hanging down, and her body was covered in blood. She looked like a beggar at the foot of the capital, which was quite pitiful.

It's just that when Mu Jiayan thinks that the blood all over her body is the flesh plucked from the blood of his beloved, his heart will be pierced, how can he feel pity for her.

Mo Yinglan sighed lowly, the coldness in Mu Jiayan's body immediately melted away, and he looked at Mo Yinglan in surprise.

Mo Yinglan looked pained, but still showed him a faint smile, Mu Jiayan froze on the spot, his pupils shrank sharply.

"Your Majesty, after all, the Empress is still young, and it may not be her intention to make such a shocking move. I beg Your Majesty, please spare her life."

That is, how happy it is to die directly, I haven't even had revenge yet.

Yun Ying, who was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her cheeks, was full of excitement. She kowtowed and said loudly, "Your Majesty, spare me, my servant, my servant was coerced by that Yun Chenhan, and also, my father , By the way, there is also my father, who also made suggestions, and the concubines are innocent."

Yunying is like a cowardly ghost who puts on a layer of human skin just to survive, crawling and biting everywhere with ugly appearances, the greed and viciousness in the blood-red almond eyes is simply disgusting, it is really too much Disgusted.

Mu Jiayan lowered his head, seeing Mo Yinglan standing there in a daze, he couldn't believe it.

He raised the corners of his mouth and said mockingly: "Ah Sheng, you are too kind. People like Yunying don't deserve your sympathy, forgiveness and kindness. I...in fact, I don't deserve it either."

Mo Yinglan lowered her head silently, Mu Jiayan smiled bitterly, and said masochistically: "A Sheng, do you want me to die?"

There was still deathly silence in the bosom, Mu Jiayan suddenly laughed out loud.

"I know, I know you want to kill me, but before that, I have to avenge you, first after making all those who hurt you pay their due price."

"Only I can feel at ease... Atonement."

"Since you don't want Yunying to die, then I promise you to abolish the empress and let her stay in the cold palace for the rest of her life, okay?"

Mo Yinglan didn't answer him, he just said softly: "Your Majesty, I don't want you to die."

Mu Jiayan's desolate eyes immediately filled with a smile, and before he had time to speak, Mo Yinglan's eyes gradually brightened, and he continued, "I hope that Your Majesty can become a generation of Mingjun, benefiting the common people and benefiting all people."

The smile in Mu Jiayan's eyes was like flowers in the moon mist in the water, gradually becoming ethereal.

"If this is what you wish, I will...as you wish."

There was a warm smile on the corner of Mu Jiayan's mouth, but his eyes were like those of an old man who had experienced vicissitudes.

[Ding, the favorability value of the task target is +2, and the current favorability value is 95 points. 】

Mo Yinglan felt complacent, but also a little confused.

He shook off the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and struck while the iron was hot: "Your Majesty, my humble minister, can you be a little highness's tutor?"

"As long as you want, anything is fine."

The gentle voice seemed to come from the sky, piercing through layers of time, so it seemed a little out of reach. Mo Yinglan's face suddenly became tense, and then suddenly relaxed.

Strange, obviously in the last world, there would be no such weird feeling at all.