The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

In the past few days, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Mo Song seemed to be avoiding Liu Yihan in a different way.

Having been inseparable for several years and getting along day and night, Mo Song naturally knows what time Liu Yihan is going, where, and what to do every day, as long as he pays more attention, he can easily miss him.

The same is true for Liu Yihan, how could he not know that he would be able to run into Mo Song as long as he changed his old habits a little bit, but this time even if he knew but didn't want to, he couldn't.

The word "responsibility" weighs on his shoulders, sometimes heavier than a mountain, and if he fulfills Lianhua's promise, he has to cut off his thoughts.

Not to mention such wishful thinking.

Therefore, under such artificial factors, the two actually never met each other once.

It was the first time tonight, and obviously this sudden accident caught both of them by surprise.

In this extremely awkward atmosphere, no one spoke out first, if only one party saw it, it could be regarded as not seeing it, but now the four eyes are facing each other, and no one can leave.

The moonlight seemed to froze for a moment.

"General Liu," Mo Zhu opened his mouth first, breaking the almost desperate embarrassment, "What a coincidence, are you also here to admire the moon?"

Liu Yihan calmly glanced at Mo Song who was feeling uncomfortable from the corner of his eye, quickly withdrew his gaze, and said lightly:

"Yes, the princess can't sleep, so I will walk with her and talk about things by the way."

He didn't say anything, and it would be natural for someone else to ask no more questions, just say a few words politely, and then they should leave.

But Mo Zhu was different, Liu Yihan's voice just dropped, he asked nervously: "What are General Liu and the princess talking about?"

Liu Yihan was stunned, apparently not expecting him to ask this question.

Mo Song raised his eyes in shock, silently stretched out his hand and pinched his arm hard, thinking that you should ask others if they love each other.

Mo Zhu hissed softly in pain, and pressed down his troubled hand to prevent him from doing evil things again.

Mo Song was surprised that he dared to resist after not seeing him for a long time. He couldn't pull his hand out with all his strength, his eyes were red with swelling, and he gave him a glare. In the dark place, it is estimated that no one will be seen and lose face.

But Liu Yihan saw the little tricks of the two in private early in the morning, frowned, and turned his eyes away.

Mo Song thought he wouldn't answer Mo Zhu's question, but in the end he heard his cold voice say:

"marriage."

Mo Song's body froze, as if something he deliberately avoided was thrown in front of him, and he was caught off guard.

Mo Zhu didn't seem to notice his strangeness, and continued to talk to Liu Yihan: "Has it been discussed? When is the wedding date?"

"Two months later, everything must have been resolved by then. It's a good time, neither too rushed nor too slow."

Mo Zhu nodded and echoed:

"Indeed, General Liu is very thoughtful, and he must be very caring."

"Mo Song, are you going then?" Mo Zhu suddenly attracted all the attention to Mo Song who deliberately lowered his sense of presence, as if on purpose.

Liu Yihan finally laid his eyes on him generously, waiting for his answer.

Mo Song is different from Mo Zhu, every word of Liu Yihan's tone is neither salty nor bland, as calm as water, but it seems like huge boulders are stuck in his heart, making him unable to breathe.

Suddenly being watched by three people at the same time, he has never felt so awkward and uncomfortable like now.

It was as if forcing him to expose his hidden sadness and unwillingness by surprise.

Mo Song wanted to act more relaxed and put on his usual smile, but found that the uncomfortable emotion affected his whole body and imprisoned him, nothing but stiffness.

Can't even pretend.

In the end, he gave up on himself and threw out the words stuck in his throat.

"Don't go."

He didn't know what kind of expression and tone he had, but after all, he didn't look like his usual self at all.

Everyone can see it.

As expected, Mo Zhu stared at him and continued to ask: "Why didn't you go? You used to have such a good relationship, and General Liu has favored you many times. He is happy to get married, so naturally you should go."

Mo Song felt that he was deliberately against himself today, every question seemed to strip him naked, and then throw it out naked.

"Mo Song, you are enough!"

He was just about to abandon him recklessly and leave alone, but he held onto his hand tightly and refused to let go.

Mo Song has always been self-willed and reckless, and he has learned a lot from Ji Qinglin, so he drew his knife and slashed at his hand.

There was panic in Liu Yihan's eyes, and when he was about to rush forward, Mo Zhu had already let go, the knife slashed in the air, his footsteps stopped instantly, his face was as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened just now, only he knew that the star in his chest at this moment The heart beats extraordinarily fast.

After Mo Song was able to escape, he left without looking back, unable to stay for a moment.

Mo Zhu bowed to Liu Yihan, and confessed without sincerity: "I'm sorry, he was spoiled by the prince when he was in the palace, and he is used to doing whatever he wants, general, don't take offense."

Liu Yihan frowned, feeling that Mo Zhu's behavior was exceptionally abnormal, he couldn't figure out why he deliberately made Mo Song uncomfortable, but now he was blatantly defending him, and what he said was like someone close to Mo Song was facing him The attitude of an outsider.

Seeing that Liu Yihan was silent, Lianhua smiled at Mo Zhu and said:

"Of course I won't mind, the prince and Mo Song are as close as brothers, how could he care about such trivial matters, the commander is too worried."

Mo Zhu looked at her.

"That's fine."

Then he turned around and walked towards the direction where Mo Song left.

Mo Song was so angry that he just walked forward, trying to escape from that suffocating place, but after walking wildly, Mo Zhu chased him up and grabbed him.

Mo Song was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked him.

Mo Zhu was indifferent, just looked at him and said:

"Is the anger gone? Let's talk again when the anger is gone."

"What the fuck!" Mo Song glared at him, "Did you do it on purpose? To embarrass me on purpose!"

"Yes." Mo Zhu was very frank.

Mo Song became even angrier and kicked him again.

Only when Mo Song finished venting and gradually calmed down did he finally speak and asked Mo Song a question:

"But why are you embarrassed?"

Mo Song didn't answer, he continued:

"Because you like him, you feel uncomfortable when you hear that the person you like is getting married, and you can't restrain yourself from being sad, so you feel embarrassed."

The cold wind blowing on his face made Mo Song's dizzy head sober, and made him hear Mo Zhu's words clearly.

He was sad, even though he deliberately suppressed himself before, didn't care and thought about why, but when this matter was in front of his eyes, the suppressed emotions broke the embankment and could no longer be controlled.

But he was still stubborn, especially when Liu Yihan was about to get married, he was even more unwilling to face it.

"……do not like."

Mo Zhu looked at him quietly, and suddenly went uncharacteristically, stepped forward and hugged him against the wall, pinched his chin, and wanted to kiss his lips.

Mo Song's pupils widened, his body's reaction was faster than his brain's, he slapped him on the chest and pushed him out, cursing at the same time:

"You are crazy!"

Mo Zhu took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, frowned, and looked up at him.

"Did you react the same way when he kissed you?"

Mo Song was stunned.

Every time Liu Yihan kissed him, he would never be like this.

"Your reaction tells me, no, why should you deceive yourself, you just like him." Mo Zhu said firmly.

"..."

Mo Song's body froze, he was startled just now, and he still hasn't recovered yet.

There was a stark contrast in his mind between his rejection of Mo Zhu just now and his indulgence of Liu Yihan.

"Maybe... maybe I'm just not used to you..."

"Then let me tell you an easier way to let you see whether you like him or not."

"What?" Mo Song looked at him suspiciously.

"Didn't you always regard the prince as the most important?" Mo Zhu suggested without fear of death, "You can try to kiss the prince, and you will know after kissing."

Mo Song looked at him in shock.

"You are telling me to court death."

Regardless of whether the prince will whip him, Si Ruochen will never let him go anyway.

"No, Si Ruochen will definitely stop you if he wants to kill your lord, and then he will beat you up." Mo Zhu said lightly.

Mo Song: "..."

"Before he gets married, you still have a chance. It's not too late to see what you want. If he gets married, no matter how much you like him, you will never have a chance."

Because of Liu Yihan's character, he is doomed to not be able to let others do what he wants.

Mo Zhu continued: "Not everyone has the luck of the prince. After tossing each other like that, two people can still walk together. More often than not, they regret it for life."

"If you don't want to do the latter, just try it."

Mo Song repeated his words in his mind several times, finally gritted his teeth, and was determined to give it a try, risking being torn apart by Si Ruochen.

Mo Song turned and left to look for Ji Qinglin, as soon as he left, the blood that Mo Zhu swallowed in his throat finally couldn't help but flow down the corner of his mouth.

Wipe it off slowly with your fingers, sighing helplessly.

"It's still so ignorant to start."

He quietly looked at the direction Mo Song was leaving, and something in his heart was completely relieved.

Mo Song was willing to give it a try, and Liu Yihan had already won.

The moonlight was hazy, and the galaxy was shining brightly, all reflected in the rippling pool water, as if a pool of light had been shattered.

Ji Qinglin raised his eyebrows, looked at the naked people in the pool with a sneer, his face was calm.

"You came to me just to watch you take a bath here?"

Chu Yuan turned around in the water, walked from the center of the pool to the side of the pool, and approached Ji Qinglin.

"Don't you want to know if this body is also similar to Si Ruochen's?"

"I don't want to." Ji Qinglin said directly.

"But I want you to know." Chu Yuan suddenly stood up from the water, his naked white body was still covered with water drops, and it was painted into a beautiful scenery under the moonlight.

Ji Qinglin's eyes didn't even hide for a moment, he looked at him coldly, his expression remained the same, without any extra emotion, indifferent.

Looking at his body was no different than looking at any dead thing.

But Si Ruochen can seduce him with just one look.

"Not at all." Ji Qinglin's eyes were calm, without any trace of desire, and he said in a flat tone, "His body is much prettier than yours."

What Ji Qinglin said was true, Chu Yuan's body was considered pretty, with a well-proportioned figure, clear texture, and smooth lines.

But there were many horrific scars on it, which made the body look ugly in an instant.

Chu Yuan didn't seem to be angry at his words at all, but just stood there motionless, just to let Ji Qinglin see more clearly.

"But these injuries should have fallen on Si Ruochen."

Ji Qinglin's eyes finally froze.

"Back then, I thought that when Ling Qing took me back to Dawei, I would live a good life. I thought that what I was waiting for was a loving father who loves his son, and a wonderful future..."

He looked at Ji Qinglin with cold eyes.

"In the end, what I was waiting for was a devil, a lunatic, and a hellish life behind the glamor!"

"However, these should belong to Si Ruochen!"

Ji Qinglin remembered what Bai Yue told him about what happened to Si Ruochen's mother back then. She was tortured for many years until she became insane, and her life was worse than death.

He walked over slowly, looked at those terrible wounds, imagined them appearing on Si Ruochen, and his heart felt like a knife.

Chu Yuan seemed to know what he was thinking. He grabbed his hand and stared at him fiercely. Just as he was about to speak, a voice appeared coldly.

"What are you doing!"