The evil woman travels through the book and saves the sinners in the famine year

"If someone like him becomes the ruler of Nanzhao, Nanzhao will surely perish soon." The old emperor shook his head, his face full of worry like a dark cloud pressing down on his head.

His angry voice seemed to sigh for the darkness of Nanzhao's future, as if he could foresee the coming storm.

His hands trembled as if he was picturing the picture that was about to be torn apart.

"..."

Seeing that the emperor was really angry, Eunuch De and Long Yi stood up and knelt down, but they didn't dare to say anything.

They imagined that the people of Nanzhao were trapped in endless war and despair, struggling in a pool of blood, and their lives were devastated.

"What does that evil boy want to do?" The old emperor's voice was extremely angry, like thunder echoing in the valley.

The wrinkles on his face were deeply engraved with the vicissitudes of life, and his fingers kept tapping on the dragon table.

The crisp sound seemed to add a bit of urgency to the silent air.

The old emperor had already been brewing the imperial will he was about to convey in his mind, but he hoped that Eunuch De would say a few words.

No matter whether what Eunuch De said was useful or not, he would not change the decision he had made in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, Eunuch De would have dared to speak his mind boldly, but at this moment he did not dare to speak carelessly.

After all, Prince Chen blatantly formed cliques when Your Majesty was still able to attend the morning court. Doesn't this mean he doesn't take Your Majesty seriously?

The branches outside the window swayed gently in the breeze, and seemed to sense a strange tension, revealing a bit of uneasiness.

The Imperial Study was once a place where power and conspiracy intertwined, but now it is like an invisible cage, trapping hope and despair.

Eunuch De muttered in his heart: He wants to be the emperor! What else can he want to do!

But what he said was, "Your Majesty, please calm down. With such an outstanding grandson, Prince Chen can't cause any trouble."

"Long Yi, pass the order down. All dragon guards must protect Leng Zhou."

"As you command." Long Yi took the order and disappeared in a flash.

"Long Er, why don't you leave?" the old emperor asked with a frown in surprise.

"Your Majesty, please tell me clearly whether I am protecting the eldest grandson alone or the couple?"

"Idiot! You said they are husband and wife. Based on what you reported, Leng Zhou will definitely risk his life to protect her."

"Your Majesty is wise. The eldest grandson will definitely risk his life to protect the princess. Every time he eats, he always serves food to his wife and waits until she is full before he eats."

"Go away, go away now, I'm annoyed just by seeing you."

"Hehe... Your Majesty, wouldn't you like to hear it?" After saying this, Long Er disappeared in a flash!

"Xiao Dezi, look at them... Am I too old?" The old emperor's voice was filled with endless worry.

"Your Majesty is wise and brave, not old at all." Eunuch De flattered him against his will.

He had been serving the old emperor personally before he ascended the throne, and he was more loyal than anyone else.

"Come on, accompany me for a walk in the Imperial Garden."

"Your Majesty, please." Eunuch De picked up the cloak next to the dragon throne with his left hand, and with his right hand, he supported the old emperor as he walked out of the imperial study.

The heavy rain has just subsided, and the air is filled with the freshness of earth, as if the whole world is being washed away and reborn.

The accumulated water under my feet sparkled brightly under the sunlight, reflecting the outline of the blue sky.

The old emperor looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, feeling the long-lost joy in his heart, as if all his troubles had been washed away by the heavy rain.

What caught his eye were the young emperor's grandchildren and princesses playing in the imperial garden, their laughter ringing like clear bells.

Xiao Dezi felt a pang of pain in his heart. The youthful vigor of the young people formed a sharp contrast with the growing old age of His Majesty.

It seemed to remind him how time had quietly passed by this once majestic emperor.

He turned his head and looked at His Majesty's wrinkled face. That face that was once extremely handsome was now covered with wrinkles carved by the years.

Like the marks left by a carving knife on his face, Xiao Dezi felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

I thought to myself: Even though time has taken away his youth, his dignity and majesty remain.

"Your Majesty, you will always be our Nanzhao's wise leader. Your position in our hearts is unmatched."

Eunuch De tried to make his tone sound calm and powerful, but it came out a little sharp.

The old emperor gently placed his hand on Eunuch De's shoulder, as if to use this warmth to dispel the haze in his heart.

"But... looking at them, I can't help but wonder if anyone is still willing to follow an aging king."

The emperor's voice was very low, as if he was confiding his troubles to the night sky. Fortunately, Xiao Dezi was always by his side.

"Xiao Dezi, if one day I become too old to rule Nanzhao anymore, will they abandon me?"

His words were like a thin silk thread, tugging at Eunuch De's heart and making him unable to control himself.

"Absolutely not, Your Majesty, you are the faith of all of us!" De Genggong answered firmly.

He knew that His Majesty was filled with endless regret deep in his heart, but it had been more than 20 years since the incident.

I don’t know whether the eldest grandson of the emperor is willing to forgive him!

The dragon guards watched Mo Lengzhou and Lu Zhitao every day, but they did not dare to show up easily, even if the old emperor did not order them to show up.

What the old emperor and Eunuch De didn't know was that Mo Lengzhou and Lu Zhitao both knew about the existence of those secret guards.

Some of them were not hostile, while some secret guards who wanted to harm them were subdued by another group of people.

As long as they were not hurt, Mo Lengzhou would naturally not care, let alone take the initiative to greet them.

Prince Chen's Mansion.

"Greetings, lord. We saw the former crown prince in Liangzhou." A secret guard knelt on the ground and reported loudly.

His voice was like thunder, breaking the tranquility of the palace. After a moment of silence, the secret guard raised his eyes and looked at King Chen.

His master was wearing luxurious brocade clothes, but he was already middle-aged and fat, his demeanor was gone, and his eyes were cloudy.

Prince Chen's face was full of thought, as if he was thinking about every next step.

Mo Lengzhou, who was far away in Liangzhou, had no idea of the undercurrents in the capital, nor did he know what kind of counterattack King Chen was plotting.

He stayed with Lu Zhitao every day, watching her resettle the refugees in an orderly manner, and watching her skillfully and calmly mobilize resources and coordinate all parties.

His eyes followed her movements, and there was indescribable doting and heartache in his eyes.

Lu Zhitao's voice is clear and powerful, as if it can penetrate this chaotic environment and give people hope.

Mo Lengzhou's eyes, sharp as a knife, swept across the refugees displaced by the drought.

He could feel their helplessness and despair, as if those eyes longing for peace were the driving force that kept her moving forward.

There was a warm current flowing in his heart. When he saw her brows slightly wrinkled, he would ask about her well-being and said, "Wife, if you are tired, take a rest."

"I've been feeling nauseous lately."

"You must be too tired. I'll go call Yuan Zhen to come and take a look." Mo Lengzhou's voice was filled with some worry.