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After leaving Zhuang Xinhan's yard, Mo Ci did not return to his own yard, but went out.

It was already dark at this time. Mo Ci slowly walked to the orphanage and knocked on Wei Zhuoyuan's door.

After Wei Zhuoyuan followed Mo Ci all the way to Fengcheng, he voluntarily stayed behind because of the beggars Mo Ci had taken in, and was responsible for teaching these children to read and write.

It's also because he has something to do so that he won't be too idle and won't think about returning to Luojing City.

Mo Ci knocked on the door, and it opened from the inside soon. Mo Ci met Wei Zhuoyuan's gaze and said with a smile, "Teacher, I would like to invite you to watch the moon together."

When Wei Zhuoyuan saw Mo Ci, he couldn't hide the smile on his face. In his heart, he felt that Mo Ci was his proud disciple. He also thought that if it weren't for his good family background, Mo Ci would definitely be the youngest number one scholar in Qizhao Kingdom.

Of course, Wei Zhuoyuan didn't want Mo Ci to fight for those false names. The main reason was that he had a treasure but had no place to show it off, which made him feel a little depressed.

Later, the struggles among the princes and nobles made Wei Zhuoyuan feel that it would be better not to take the imperial examinations. The past few years had been too turbulent, and it was unknown when Luojing City would be able to return to peace and tranquility.

Mo Ci had tried every possible means to take him away from Luojing City. How could he not know anything about it?

He just wanted to go along with Mo Ci, and because he didn't want to get involved in the fight for the throne, he took the time to follow Mo Ci away.

However, they saw many beggars along the way, and Mo Ci could only take in those who were still young, and could only give some porridge to the elderly.

You can control it for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Wei Zhuoyuan didn't force Mo Ci to do anything, but the frustration in his heart kept piling up.

So when Mo Ci planned to build an orphanage and asked him to teach these beggars, he agreed. At least he could do his best to help.

As time went by, he gradually stopped thinking about returning to Luojing City and just focused on being an enlightenment teacher.

Wei Zhuoyuan looked up at the sky again and indeed saw a full moon hanging in the sky. He looked away and nodded slightly.

"it is good."

After saying that, he walked out and closed the door behind him. Then the two of them, one big and one small, walked slowly on the street.

This place is far away from Luojing City and there is no curfew. There are still many people walking around outside, and merchants are shouting about their business.

In this noisy environment, Mo Ci and Wei Zhuoyuan did not feel it was noisy. Instead, they felt very comfortable in it. After walking for a while, Mo Ci asked.

"Teacher, are you used to it during this period?"

Fengcheng is not as prosperous as Luojing City. Many things that are available in Luojing City are not available here. Even the food is different.

"Although Fengcheng is a bit deserted, it's still quite good. This is your fiefdom. If you manage it well, I will consider living here in my old age."

Wei Zhuoyuan expressed his feelings in the first sentence, and then began his usual teaching in the second sentence. He really hoped that Mo Ci could manage this place well, and he trusted that Mo Ci could do it.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ci also responded with a smile, "It seems that the teacher can only retire in Fengcheng."

This means that he will manage Fengcheng well and Wei Zhuoyuan will definitely stay here.

In fact, at the beginning, Mo Ci didn’t think about staying in one place for the rest of his life, but as he got to know the world more and more, he also understood what it meant to "return to one's roots."

Moreover, he is not without concerns in this world. On the contrary, both his mother Zhuang Xinhan and his teacher Wei Zhuoyuan, who is both his teacher and father, are his concerns in this world.

Since he will live here for the rest of his life, he must make it more exciting and valuable.

After the two of them finished talking, they also walked onto the arch bridge. They stood in the best position, looking up at the round moon in the sky.

It is said that the moon on the 15th is fullest on the 16th. Now it seems that the moon on the 15th is also very round and bright.

"Huaiqing, may you be safe and healthy every year."

A very soft voice came from his ears. Mo Ci turned his head and looked over, only to see Wei Zhuoyuan's profile.

Wei Zhuoyuan looked at the moon, as if the words just now did not come from his mouth, but the corners of his lips were upturned.

After taking a look, Mo Ci looked away, feeling calmer than ever before. He didn't know what the future would be like, or how many times he would experience separations and deaths, but at least now, everything was fine.

He also silently prayed in his heart, "May Moci be safe and healthy every year, and everything goes well."

Under the same full moon, Luojing City was like boiling water, extremely noisy.

Luojing City had a curfew, and even on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, no one was walking on the streets at night. However, even in such a quiet environment, the sound of armor clashing could be heard.

Accompanied by the sound of unified footsteps, under the silence, all this seemed to be telling something extraordinary.

The tightly closed palace gate opened with a roar, and teams of people entered in an orderly manner. After a while, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard in the palace.

Immediately afterwards, screams, hurried footsteps, and the sound of objects falling to the ground rang out one after another, accompanied by flames, completely breaking the silence of the night.

The emperor lying on the bed weakly propped himself up, sat up, and asked the eunuch waiting outside the door.

"What happened? Why is there such a commotion?!"

Although he asked this question, the emperor actually already had a guess in his mind, but he hoped that his guess was false, so he wanted to hear it from other people.

However, the reality did not go as he wished. The eunuch outside replied in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, someone is forcing..."

Before he could finish his words, the emperor in the room heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground. He had just stood up when the door was kicked open and the man walked in. When the emperor saw the person, he sat back down in anger.

"You...rebellious son, what are you going to do?!"

The person in front of him was none other than Prince Yi Zhao Zhe. After being abandoned by the emperor as a pawn, he began to think about forcing the emperor to abdicate.

Now, he was holding a bloody sword in his hand, approaching the emperor step by step, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and saying.

"Father, what do you say?"

"You! Rebellious son, do you still want to kill your father?!"

"Your Majesty, you are joking. I am only helping you to deal with the traitorous servants. These useless things can be killed. What is there for your Majesty to be afraid of?"

The emperor was already weak, and now he was frightened and angry, almost suffocating. He stared at Zhao Zhe with wide eyes, and his hands beside him trembled slightly.

"Father, you are old and no longer able to do things as you wish. How about you give up your throne to me, your son?"

As Zhao Zhe spoke, he waved the sword in his hand, looking threatening.

However, the emperor was not someone who would compromise under pressure. Based on the current situation, he could clearly see that Zhao Zhe wanted to seek a legitimate reason. In this case, he would not kill himself for the time being.

If he really wrote the letter of abdication now, he would really die at the hands of this son.

The emperor understood the situation clearly and naturally would not compromise. Instead, he remained silent. He did not believe that only this one son would take any action. He just had to endure and watch them fight each other and he could get away with it.

Thinking about this, the emperor coughed a few more times but didn't say anything. Seeing this, Zhao Zhe's patience was about to run out, and he started to talk without restraint.

"Don't keep silent, old man! I'm risking everything today! If you don't give it to me, I'll kill you!"

emperor:"... ..."

He still said nothing, as if he didn't hear what Zhao Zhe said. Zhao Zhe was his son. Could he not see his son's true thoughts?

Now these words were just to scare him. If he didn't know his other sons, he would really be scared at this moment, but now, he was not afraid.

The emperor didn't say anything, and Zhao Zhe couldn't do anything to him for the time being. Yes, Zhao Zhe did want a legitimate throne, but that didn't mean he couldn't accept killing his father to seize the throne.

However, if he killed the emperor like this, he would only be making things difficult for others. He would not do such a thing.

However, sometimes, he couldn't do whatever he wanted. Zhao Zhe's move to force the emperor to abdicate was soon discovered by others, and their actions quickly reached the palace.

With that attitude, no one would believe that they had no intention of forcing the emperor to abdicate.

Outside the palace, some ministers who were nearby were woken up. Seeing the flames rising from the direction of the palace and the noisy sounds of fighting, they woke up and dared not go back to sleep.

There were ministers who defected to a certain prince, praying that the one they defected to would ultimately win, but they were also worried about what would happen to themselves and their families if they failed.

And those ministers who remained neutral were also worried about who would win or lose after this night, and whether the winner could really become a wise ruler.

In short, this night was destined to be restless.

In the palace, before Zhao Zhe could do anything, he was killed without a word by others.

After all, if he could kill one, he would have one less competitor. Seeing his son die in front of him, the emperor showed no sadness or joy on his face, but only breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But he let out a sigh of relief too early. As more and more people tried to seize the throne, they began to kill each other. The emperor had originally planned to sit on the sidelines and watch the fight, but the result was tragedy.

A sharp blade pierced his chest, and he didn't even have time to see who did it before he died with his eyes open.

Then, there was another round of fighting. No one knew who would be the final winner, so everyone could only fight on their own.

It was not until the sky turned bright and another army entered the palace that this strange and chaotic abdication came to an end.

None of those who participated in forcing the emperor to abdicate last night was a winner. Instead, the seventh prince, who entered the palace with his army early this morning, became the only winner.

The seventh prince was still guarding the border a few months ago. He rushed back to Luojing City only after receiving the imperial edict.

It turned out that when the emperor discovered that his sons were fighting endlessly, he thought of his son who was far away at the border. He was afraid that his son would get the military power and force the emperor to abdicate, so he called him back.

Unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, the son whom he feared the most became the winner of this palace coup.

Even Fude, who was lucky enough to survive, got an imperial edict from somewhere, which stated that the seventh prince should succeed to the throne.

In this way, the throne finally fell to the seventh prince.

Similarly, no one knew that Fude's godson had long been replaced by someone else, and that person was Mo Ci's subordinate.

Taking some things into consideration, Mo Ci had sneaked into the palace before. Because the emperor allowed him to enter the palace frequently for a period of time, Mo Ci was quite familiar with the terrain of the palace.

In this way, I became familiar with the emperor's handwriting and where his imperial seal was kept.

Before leaving Prince Qi's Mansion, Mo Ci specially imitated the emperor's handwriting to write many imperial edicts. Of course, each imperial edict was directed to one person.

Whoever wins at that time, Mo Ci will ask someone to bring out the imperial edict and give the other party a "legitimate" throne.

There will be fewer twists and turns and the chaotic situation can be stabilized faster.

Of course, this does not include those who love Liu Qingyin. At that time, even if those people win, Mo Ci will have someone take out the imperial edict stating that other people will succeed to the throne, which will cause some turmoil.

In short, no matter what, Mo Ci has a solution.

Now that the Seventh Prince has won, according to the plan, the natural thing to do is to take out the imperial edict belonging to the Seventh Prince.

As for the subordinate who disguised himself as Fude's godson, he will find a chance to escape after completing all this.

During this forced abdication, many people died in the palace. It took more than half a month just to clean up the mess. However, none of this had anything to do with Mo Ci.

He only needed to know that all the royal family members who loved Liu Qingyin died in this forced abdication. As for the others who loved Liu Qingyin, they were not to be feared.

On the third day after the seventh prince ascended the throne, Mo Ci also received the news. After knowing this, Mo Ci no longer thought about the affairs of Luojing City and began to concentrate on managing Fengcheng.

The five beggars who were taken in in Luojing City before are still young, but they are very hardworking. If they were not lacking in experience, they would have been able to stand on their own feet long ago.

Mo Ci called Mo Dong, Mo Nan, Mo Xi, Mo Bei and Mo Zhong over and arranged things for them before letting them leave.

In fact, it was the first time for Mo Ci to know how to manage Fengcheng, and he might not be able to think of everything.

Fortunately, he had a good mother and a good teacher, which prevented him from being completely blind.

On the other hand, the coronation ceremony of the seventh prince was also being prepared. As the nephew of the new emperor, Mo Ci should have gone to celebrate.

But the new emperor sympathized with Mo Ci's young age and did not let him travel too far. As long as the intention was there, it would be fine. This was exactly what Mo Ci wanted. He did not plan to go to Luojing City.

Although Luojing City is prosperous, it is still full of troubles. It is better to be a free and easy prince in this fiefdom.

Of course, Mo Ci was too lazy to find out whether the new emperor sympathized with his young age or for some other reason.

In short, there is no conflict between him and the new emperor. As long as he doesn't seek death, they can live in peace.

At the same time, Liu Qingyin, who had been fleeing all the way, also arrived at a place not far from Fengcheng. The matter of forcing the emperor to abdicate in Luojing City was kept secret. Only a few people knew about it, and it could not be made public.

So much so that Liu Qingyin was completely unaware of this matter, and also had no idea that her poem had almost implicated the Liu family.

Thanks to the new emperor's mercy, the Liu family was spared, but the name Liu Qingyin was completely erased from the Liu family genealogy.