Although the words were extremely fierce, Yan Beicheng's eyes were cold.
Compared with Yan cenxuan, Yanbei city is the most miserable one.
From the day he was born, he was disgusted by the birthmark on his face, and even his mother and concubine died. Even now, although baorongdi seems to have relaxed his attitude towards him, he still doesn't pay attention to him in his heart.
Mo Shanghua silently looks at Yan Beicheng with cold eyes, gets up and walks to him, gently holds his hand, and his voice is gentle and heavy. "Yan cenxuan, you are not qualified to escape when you are in the royal family. Otherwise, you will send the butcher's knife to others, and you will give up the opportunity to revenge for her."
Yan cenxuan was silent for a long time. He clenched his fists tightly, and the tendons on the back of his hands burst up.
The cheek of the flower on the street made his heart tangled and painful.
Such familiar eyebrows and eyes, it is because of this competition for imperial power, so that she can no longer show that familiar gentle smile.
He didn't resent the flowers on the street. He only hated the people behind him and the struggle for imperial power.
"Thank you for your trouble. I know what to do." Yan cenxuan suppressed all the resentment in his heart, and suddenly raised his eyes. His voice was as warm as usual, but it was especially firm.
"The first step is to spread the news."
Yan cenxuan raised his eyes slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Mo Shanghua and Yan Beicheng look at each other, and there is a smile in their eyes.
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Hua qianliu is really very intelligent. When Mo Shanghua visits the teahouse later, he will not be in the teahouse.
As soon as she arrived, the steward led her out to take a carriage and all the way to an ordinary house in a civilian residence.
As soon as you enter the house, a faint fragrance of medicine will rush into your nose.
Hua qianliu, who has always been rich in gold and jade, took the medicine bowl in person and sat by the bed to feed the medicine to Nan he.
As soon as I saw the flowers coming, the flowers were calm, but the South crane choked himself and coughed.
Hua qianliu put down the medicine bowl and patted Nanhe's back gently. He complained in a low voice, "I don't want to say hello first."
Look at the discrimination.
Mo Shanghua himself found a place to sit down and said with some teasing: "when did the Lord of the pavilion know how to be compassionate?"
After a pause, he sighed: "not only that, but also such a person who values color over friends."
Hua qianliu snorted calmly, without shame. "I just like Nanhe now, and she is hurt for me. Naturally, I should make up for it."
South crane just eased some of the more severe cough, pale face gushed a suspicious blush, "flower willow you nonsense!"
Mo Shanghua couldn't help laughing. Seeing them, they were very pleased and amused. "Nan he, I'm very happy to see you like this."
In any case, you don't have to fall in love like before, and you don't have to be alone for the rest of your life.
Before Nanhe could speak, Hua qianliu raised her lips and boasted: "I'm so handsome, and I'm so romantic. Every woman will bow down under my boots."
This time, before the flower on the street opened its mouth, the crane slapped it.
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