Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 444 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 30
It was completely dark.

The palace lanterns in the courtyard were lit, Man Luo looked up, and saw a tall and slender figure standing in front of her palace gate.

Man Luo recognized the person at a glance, she hooked her lips, and raised her voice: "The general has gone and returned, why?"

Hearing her voice, Mo Lan clenched and loosened her fists, and after a while, she turned around and clasped her fists at Man Luo: "Your Majesty, I misunderstood you."

He came out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and went all the way to the prison in the palace. He thought that even if he resisted the decree, he had to bring those generals out first, but he didn't know until he went that Man Luo didn't imprison those few at all. Generals, not to mention executions.

Those generals were well placed in the hall, not only were they not punished, they were also treated with good food and drink.

Moreover, not long after he left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the heat on his body dropped, and he realized that Man Luo didn't give him any unusual incense at all.

Everything... was his fault for her.

Startled by Mo Lan's sudden apology, Man Luo blinked, then smiled and said, "Since the general knows that I misunderstood me, then..."

Hearing the little emperor's soft voice, Mo Lan's body tensed up again.

Whenever the little emperor spoke in this tone, it meant that she wanted to tease herself again.

But this time, Mo Lan was wrong.

Man Luo just smiled and raised his head: "Then the general will take those generals back."

Let him go so easily?

Mo Lan couldn't believe it.

Obviously the little emperor was still trying to get him into the palace before, but now, in just a few hours, his attitude has changed significantly.

It seems to be tired of insisting all the time.

Let go completely, no more entanglement...

This was originally what Mo Lan expected, but when he was really treated so blandly and unfamiliarly, he couldn't help but tighten a little in his heart, and a sour feeling emerged spontaneously.

He couldn't help but look up at Manro.

The young man was still standing with a smile on his face, with a heavy dragon robe on his body, which made his figure look extraordinarily frail and frail. Standing alone in front of the magnificent and magnificent palace, he gave off an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

Those eyes were smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. When he looked at him again, there was less warmth in the past, and more calm and alienation.

Mo Lan's expression froze, he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Man Luo waving his hand: "I know the general doesn't want to stay any longer, let's go back! I... am also tired."

After finishing speaking, she dragged herself into the hall in a bright yellow suit, and the door of the hall was slowly closed in front of Mo Lan.

Mo Lan's face turned pale suddenly.

At the moment when the little emperor closed the door, he seemed to feel the other party's deliberate alienation. The door that was willing to be opened for him was now tightly closed.

And he was isolated outside...

It was time to relax and be thankful.

But it was as if a big stone had been crushed on his heart, it was so dull that he couldn't breathe, something was burning in his chest, and it made him feel a dull pain.

He involuntarily took a step forward, and when his hand was about to touch the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Eunuch De stopped him in good time: "General Mo, it's getting late, Your Majesty is about to rest."

Mo Lan's eyes paused, watching the candles in the hall go out, he clenched his fists, and saluted in the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation: "I...resign."

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the next day.

Mo Lan, who hadn't appeared in the court hall for a long time, finally stood in the court hall. Everything seemed to be back to normal, but the keen minister discovered something was wrong between the two of them.

(End of this chapter)