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Chapter 103

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    Liu Moyan heard the people who came back report that the things were delivered safely, and he was finally able to heal his wounds with peace of mind. Last night, the wounds burst open. Even if he had a life-saving secret like the Xingluo Divine Finger, it was not a panacea.  Show timidity in front of the second person.

    Duan Jinrui and Liu Moyan didn't know that there was a person who was thinking about them in his heart.

    "Miss, it's cold, why didn't you come out without wearing an extra cloak?"

    The servant girl chased out with a cloak in her hand.

    The night was as cool as water. Standing on the high steps, the unparalleled beauty looked up at the round moon in the sky: "The moon is so round tonight, in a daze, do you think it is already fifteen?"

    There was a faint and strange smile on the corner of her lips, which seemed to be a kind of melancholy for the moon, but also seemed to be a kind of strong expectation for the future, complex emotions, even she couldn't distinguish it.

    "Miss, the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, and it won't be truly round until the sixteenth day!"

    The maid didn't notice something strange in her young lady's eyes, but covered her mouth and smiled mischievously.

    "Sixteen yuan?"

    The woman repeated the last few words, and suddenly a kind female voice came from beside her: "Xi'er, why are you standing outside at night, and Luo Er is the same, why don't you know how to persuade your lady!"

    A line of maidservants followed behind an elegant woman.

    "Xi'er met my aunt!"

    The woman saluted, and the woman she called her aunt walked quickly and helped her up: "Xi'er, don't be polite to your aunt, you and I are a family, your uncle treats you like my own, and I treat you as my own too."  Treat her like a daughter."

    "It is Xi'er's blessing that Xi'er can get the care of her uncle and aunt!"

    The woman's head is lightly held back, and her charming and charming posture is all in the gestures of her hands.

    "Hey, thinking of such a beautiful woman as Xi'er, I don't know who will be cheaper in the future. Auntie feels so bad!"

    Lifting the handkerchief, she lightly covered the corners of her lips, and the woman looked at her niece in front of her with a smile.  Her master had already told her who she would betroth the woman in front of her, saying such a thing was just teasing her beloved junior as an elder.

    "It means that my uncle and aunt think my niece is good, but my niece may not be as good as my aunt thinks in the eyes of others!"

    Xi'er's head drooped lower and lower, as if she was extremely shy. Only she knew that the complexion covered by her hair was momentarily in a trance.

    "Who dares to think that you are not good? Let alone my Xi'er, who is both talented and beautiful, it also depends on my master, who is your uncle, and if your future husband treats you badly, let's see how the master will help you  !"

    Aunt's brows were raised up, and the elegance and gentleness just now added a hint of domineering color in an instant.

    Xi'er raised her head slowly: "Yes, Auntie is right!"

    That sudden look in his eyes finally became firm!  She already has no retreat, nor does she want to retreat!  In this life, that man has already taken root in her heart, and has become the reason for her to continue living, and has become her demon¡ª¡ª

    ?In autumn, the sky is bright and the moon hangs, and the radiant dew is wet. The Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th is a day for family reunion.

    When the night falls, a series of ceremonies proceed in an orderly manner. When the autumn society, offering sacrifices to the moon, worshiping the moon, admiring the moon, watching the tide, appreciating the osmanthus, and the emperor appreciating the moon cakes, this autumn festival officially begins  , banquets, music, singing and dancing, intersections, the arrangement is very good and orderly, in fact, it is almost the same as the emperor's birthday banquet last time.  Smiling and complimenting each other, everyone wears a false mask, and every time they say a word, they may have guessed dozens or hundreds of times in their hearts.

    "Hey, it's really boring. The royal banquet that I've been looking forward to for so long turned out to be like this. They are not tired, and I am tired too"

    Military generals who returned to Beijing to report on their duties like Liu Moyan couldn't stand such hidden words, hidden swords in their smiles, and those who wrote poems without illness and forced new worries.  The contempt of those civil servants?

    "It's been like this for thousands of years"

    Liu Moyan pursed his lips into a slight smile, and looked away from the figure of the man in black clothes, python robes and golden crowns in the distance, who looked more and more solemn and arrogant. The man came here alone, which is very good.

    ? To his colleagues who complained to him, Liu Moyan raised his glass: "At least the drinks at the royal banquet are worth our money."After the emperor, maybe only the imperial concubine sitting on the right side of the emperor heard it.

    Then, the wine cup in Duan Muheng's hand fell heavily on the dragon case, and a little of the precious and rare tribute wine overflowed, lingering on the delicate and exquisite lines on the dragon case, a drop of wine slipped down the dragon case, ticking to the ground.

    Duan Jinrui's eyes fell on the gorgeous cup inlaid with precious stones. Under the reflection of the golden plane of the dragon case, it shone brilliantly, making people's eyes fascinated and their hearts beating. His eyes are cold, and his heart is also cold  , no one can ignore Duan Muheng's suddenly cold face, no one is not afraid of the emperor's anger, but he, like an ice sculpture, is almost insensitively stiff, stubborn, and persistent.

    I don't know if it's an illusion, but Liu Moyan felt that the emperor's cold eyes fell on him. I don't know what happened to make Duan Jinrui seem to anger the superior emperor, and I'm not sure if the emperor remembered it again.  He wanted to vent his anger and even do something about the so-called 'seduce' of his beloved son.

    However, with a sneer on his lips, he slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, straightened his waist, Liu Moyan raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, without flinching.

    "Father, please let my son handle that matter!"

    Duan Jinrui saw Duan Muheng and Liu Moyan's eye contact for a split second. It can even be said that he foresees that sooner or later, he clenches his hands and sits there like a sculpture.  land.

    Duan Jinrui's voice was very loud, and when his magnetic, deep voice was flying undisguisedly, the palace seemed to overflow with a melodious piece of music, which was beautiful, but also impossible to ignore.

    Standing in the corner, the person who maintained a straight and straight posture, with an unshakable determination even under the threatening eyes of the emperor, suddenly felt an ominous feeling that made his heart tremble.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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