long old

Zhiguo is very cold all year round, with snow all year round. In the middle of winter, dripping water turns into ice. If you sleep on the street at night, you will die in the morning.

As long as it is for you, as long as it is to help you, I am willing to be the wedding dress.

Rong Mo had just retired from the morning court, and under the leadership of the chief eunuch Lin Shengli, he was going back to the East Palace to rest, and at noon he went to the martial arts field to practice martial arts.

Zhiguo's family precepts have always been strict, even if Rong Mo's heart is not in martial arts, but would rather participate in political affairs with Wei Xian, he still has to train.

Although as a man, no one dislikes cold weapons and is keen to kill the enemy on the field.

But Rong Mo can't use it, or he thinks he can't use it. Zhiguo is now peaceful and peaceful, and gets along well with the border countries. Although the disbanded alliance often offends, it will not go to war.

But when Rong Mo passed by the imperial garden, he saw a woman in white clothes sitting beside the lotus pond in the garden, her black hair was scattered under the snow.

In such a cold weather, there was no frost on his long hair.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Rong Mo couldn't help but sneer, this is probably some court lady whose heart flew up to a branch and turned into a phoenix, in order to win the attention of the emperor, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her body, hoping that the emperor would pass by here occasionally, and have a good night. Great scenery.

Although the father and the emperor have never accepted concubines since the death of the mother, there are still some people who have a small price in their hearts, and they will live a lifetime of prosperity and wealth without worrying about it, and feel sad to come here to seek death.

Although she didn't want to pity that person, she was a maid in the palace after all, and she was happy to find fault for her father.

Forget it, just help her once: "Eunuch Lin."

Lin Shengli, who was walking with his head bowed in front of him, turned around and gave him a sneaky glance, "Your Highness, why are you calling me?"

He has always disliked the lineage of the third prince who is now in power, and he has never understood why the Seventh Prince, who he supports the most, cares so much about this child who is under thirteen, just as he does not understand why the throne is not inherited by the Seventh Prince, but by the Seventh Prince. Sitting on the dragon chair on the current emperor's body, he controls the lives of people in the world.

"There is a person by the pool." Rong Mo pretended to be innocent and romantic, and pouted at the "concubine".

Lin Shengli turned his head and glanced indifferently, but suddenly his eyes widened, he took off his cloak in a panic, and shouted to the garden: "Seventh Prince? Why are you here? If the emperor knows that you have caught the cold, the slave should respond How to explain?"

Seven princes?Rong Mo's eyes dimmed slightly.

Speaking of the Seventh Prince, he is the emperor's most beloved younger brother. His real name is Mo Xuan. Since he failed to seize the heirloom, he has changed his mother's surname. Together with his younger sister, they are called "Mo" surname.

He usually lives in the mansion simply and has never been out of the palace. Even though he has passed the age to participate in politics, he has never appeared in front of people. But no one in the ruling and opposition parties was surprised by this.

This was the first time he met this prince who was said to be the most important and beloved prince of the late emperor in the palace.

And between them, Rong Mo silently clenched the corner of his clothes, he will never forget the bloody enmity between them.

But even so, just a few months before the death of the first emperor, the former emperor appointed the present emperor as the heir apparent for some reason.

There are many opinions among the people. There is a saying that at the beginning, that is, eight years ago, when the Seventh Prince was 11 years old, an official should report that the emperor had an affair with him. , thus losing the throne.And he was only five years old at the time, so he didn't know much about it, and few people criticized it.

It's just that the Seventh Prince got the nickname of Hu Meizhuzhu because of this.

There is another way of saying that it is because the Seventh Prince himself is not of the emperor's blood, after all, when the former imperial concubine entered the palace, he was already three years old.

Rong Mo privately thinks that the second theory is more reliable.

"Eunuch Lin." Hearing Lin Shengli's call, Mo Xuan turned around and smiled slightly, making his face more beautiful, but it was a pity that a layer of white cloth was covered in front of his eyes, covering those passionate eyes, You can't see the emotion in that person's eyes.

"Seventh Prince, you have been weak since you were young, how can you rest here, it is snowing all over the sky, yet you are dressed in such thin white clothes."

"Liang'er has been arguing to watch the snow, and just now I don't know where to hunt down the snow rabbit raised in the palace." Mo Xuan smiled helplessly, but his tone did not contain any complaints, what was just his brother's love for his naughty sister with pampering.

But, for some reason, Rong Mo always felt that when he heard the word "weak since childhood", his expression dimmed for no reason.

"Brother Huang, I don't know where I am. I've been wandering around in the nearby grass, and I finally caught this kid. Look, I caught a snow rabbit!"

The girl's lively and delicate voice suddenly sounded, gradually approaching, with a little complaint.

"Emperor brother"?

Then this person is actually Mo Qiuliang?

Rong Mo frowns, another person in the palace with many strange stories, and the only surviving sister of the emperor - the eldest princess Mo Qiuliang.

She was talented since she was a child. She practiced martial arts at the age of three, recited poetry at the age of five, was good at carpentry at the age of six, and disappeared with her brother at the age of eight, that is, eight years ago.

"Brother Emperor," Mo Qiuliang's youthful and immature face, still showing a bit of girlishness, emerged from the treetops, her fair cheeks were flushed by the wind, and there was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She held a snow-white little rabbit in her arms, "Brother Huang, I will raise her together with you."

"Liang'er, this king's palace is already full of rare and exotic beasts you raised."

Mo Xuan looked at the rabbit in Mo Qiuliang's hand with a headache, rubbed his forehead, and thought of the chickens, ducks, cats and dogs in his yard, all of them were poultry pets that can be seen everywhere on the street, but Mo Qiuliang took care of them very meticulously.

Hearing this sentence, Mo Qiuliang pouted dissatisfiedly, put down the snow rabbit in disappointment, glanced back casually, just happened to see Rong Mo who was about to leave, and grabbed his hand, ("Let go Kai Gu") asked excitedly, "How about raising him?"

The corners of Mo Xuan's lips raised slightly, and he readily agreed: "Okay."

"Seventh Prince, it's snowing again, it's time to go, or I'll catch a cold again."

Lin Shengli couldn't help coughing and reminded him.

Concerned about Mo Xuan's body, Mo Qiuliang had no choice but to let him go, stretched out his hand to pull Mo Xuan up, turned and left.

Lin Shengli also led Rong Mo, and walked slowly back to the East Palace.

"Brother Huang, you should be looking for that child. Tell me, it's not good to like someone, but it happens to like a 13-year-old boy who is a nominal 'nephew'. He is still the child of that person. Is it worth your attention?"

Mo Qiuliang stroked the little rabbit that was brought back after all, and asked with lowered eyes.

"Liang'er, don't say any more," Mo Xuan shouted to stop her, his pale cheeks flushed a little, and he said firmly, "As long as it's him, it's enough for me."

After Mo Qiuliang heard this, he couldn't say anything more, and he was still worthless in his heart.

Her imperial brother is quite a good person, but it is a pity that there is a hatred as wide as mountains and seas and an insurmountable feud between him and His Highness the Crown Prince.

Mo Xuan rubbed her long hair, and said softly: "Don't think too much, since this king still dares to meet him, at least now...you don't have to worry too much."

Mo Xuan knew exactly how big a secret he had mastered, so he was fearless.

Going to meet Rong Mo would also break his wishful thinking for many years.

Moreover, how could he dare to see him, he was just guarding a promise that would never be fulfilled, full of guilt, wishing him to remember, and wishing that he would never think of his sins in this life.

Halfway through, Mo Xuan pursed his lips again, and asked softly, "How is that mouse in the palace?"

Mo Qiuliang paused, and replied softly: "He's dead, Lou Xun will take care of it, don't worry."

Mo Xuan rubbed her head: "I know."

Rong Mo slowly followed Lin Shengli to the East Palace, and suddenly asked, "Eunuch Lin, how did the Seventh Prince fail back then?"

Lin Shengli was startled, his face slowly turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "Your Highness knows that this is still a taboo in the palace, so why do you make things difficult for me?"

Rong Mo understood. Although Lin Shengli didn't dare to say it, the information he needed was already revealed in his tone: [-]. The truth about the Seventh Prince was not told by outsiders.Two... I'm afraid it has something to do with his father.

Rong Mo suddenly turned around and thanked Lin Shengli: "Don't bother Eunuch, I will go back to the East Palace on my own. Thank you Eunuch for your advice on today's matter."

Lin Shengli shook his head slowly: "No need, just ask Your Highness to keep it a secret for me and the prince."

The Seventh Prince has just survived the period of house arrest this year, and it is not yet time to "get out of prison".If there is no order from the emperor, you can't leave the palace.

To be honest, after being reminded by His Highness Lin Shengli, the moment he saw the Seventh Prince, his three souls lost his seven souls, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he knew that the Seventh Prince had always had this habit, but in the past he only left the palace under his own cover.

He didn't know what he did today, if he was caught by the emperor, he might never be able to stand up again.

Although he has already reached the agreed time limit, but the power of life and death is in the hands of an uncertain person like the emperor, how can it make people feel at ease.

He owed the Seventh Prince a lifetime of love, so he couldn't help worrying about it.

Rong Mo smiled, and didn't say whether he agreed or not, but turned around and walked towards the East Palace with a "da da da".

In fact, Lin Shengli didn't need to remind him, and he would not publicize this matter.

After all, the Seventh Prince is the one who best fits his plan for many years.

However, after walking ten miles away, Rong Mo's smile gradually faded. There is such a big hatred between them, it is estimated that there is no way for them to have a proper talk.

If he had no intention of killing himself, Rong Mo could bear it for the time being.

However, Rong Mo raised his head, his eyes were full of undisguised coldness, if he also had the intention of killing him, then he didn't have to keep him.

He is not a charitable person, if he can benefit together, he will try it, and if his rights and interests will be damaged, he will not show mercy.

The author has something to say: I am revising the article and adding some details.If nothing else, "Long Old" will end in the summer vacation, and "Suffocation" will also be updated in August at the same time.After all, I have to go to class early, so it may not be very regular.

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In the martial arts arena——

"His Royal Highness." Seeing that Rong Mo changed his armed forces, Huang Tengzhong, who is the Taifu, hastily bowed politely.

Rong Mo also returned the salute, and said sincerely, "Teacher."

Grand Tutor Huang Tengzhong has taught him martial arts for many years, and it can be said that there are few people in the palace who support him, and he is not close to him personally, and can only be said to be a warrior for the country and family.What's more, he is serious and doesn't often show his emotions.

It's just that he has been depressed all the year round, and the emperor seems to be wary of Huang Tengzhong, and has always only let him be an ordinary servant of the military department.

"Half an hour of horse stance first, and then we will start practicing swords." Huang Tengzhong ordered today's tasks according to the usual practice, pointing to the center of the field and asking him to squat down there.

Sitting on the rattan chair, Huang Tengzhong asked the prince's counselor who came with him, Wei Xian: "His Royal Highness, have you reviewed the sword skills I taught in the past few days?"

Wei Xian smiled with honor and disgrace, and said with a smile: "Your Highness naturally does not dare to relax every day. Whenever the master in the Shangshufang finishes his lectures, His Highness will always pull the minister to do a set with him."

"That's right, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so diligent. If the Emperor knows about it, he will be pleased. If you practice for another two years, I am afraid that there will be only the Seventh Prince in the world who can fight against him. The Seventh Prince was so talented back then, who can't help it?" Excited? It's a pity that he got blinded later and couldn't practice martial arts anymore. Otherwise, he should be one of the best masters in this martial arts world now.

"I still remember the sword dance of the Seventh Prince, who was astounding as a dragon, but it was a pity that it happened eight years ago, and his saber, 'Xi Zhi', was lost three years ago. Even the eldest princess 'Shuoyang' is put away, and I don't want to see it with others."

Speaking of this, Huang Tengzhong suddenly realized that he seemed to have violated a big taboo in the palace, and hurriedly begged: "The old minister is talking too much, I hope Mr. Wei will keep the secret for me."

Naturally, Wei Xian could only agree with a smile, "It's nothing."

Standing aside, Rong Mo stepped forward, and couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

It is not difficult to bury the nostalgia for the Seventh Prince in Huang Teng's Chinese words, it is easy to know.

But in all fairness, he wasn't curious about their previous friendship, after all, it didn't matter to him.

But there are so many doubts in Huangteng, it's hard not to pay attention to them: such as Qizhi.

After these few days of understanding, he has already guessed the truth of the year very thoroughly, but there are always some puzzles.

For example, the whereabouts of Qizhi, the official statement is that it has been lost for a long time before the emperor came to the throne.

But in Huang Tengzhong's mouth, it was three years ago that Qi Zhi was still the sword of the Seventh Prince.

Qizhi is the handed down sword of Zhiguo. According to legend, it was cast by the sword master Yedan, and then given to a close friend.

Thinking about it this way, the late emperor's partiality is also obvious, and he even passed on the symbol of royal power to the Seventh Prince.

Then why did he still want to change the emperor?

It is inconvenient for Rong Mo to embarrass the Grand Tutor any longer, so he can only keep the doubt in his heart, and when he has time in the future, he will think about it and solve it.

"Master, Ben Gong and Brother Huang have come to visit you together,"

The girl's crisp laughter echoed all the way here, Mo Qiuliang supported Mo Xuan, and smiled as they called Huang Tengzhong back then.

Huang Tengzhong gave a hearty smile, bowed in a pretentious manner, and said respectfully: "My minister sees the Seventh Prince and the Eldest Princess."

"You don't need to be too polite, please get up, master and I, why should we stick to these things anymore." The corners of Mo Xuan's lips curled up slightly, softening his arrogance for no reason.

While they were talking, Mo Qiuliang revisited the old place with great interest, fiddling with cold weapons.

Because of being favored, she was able to practice martial arts with Huang Tengzhong since she was a child under the guidance of Huang Tengzhong. She is very familiar with him, and she is an old friend to all kinds of weapons in the martial arts arena.

It's just that I seldom came here after that, and I haven't seen Huang Tengzhong for nearly ten years.

I saw it today, but fortunately it has not changed.

Mo Xuan nodded and smiled at Huang Tengzhong and Wei Xian, and let her lead him to "wander" around the martial arts arena.

"Brother Emperor," Mo Qiuliang asked suddenly, tilting his head, "Why don't we take advantage of today to compete again, after all, the opportunity is rare. Even though Xiao Huang's weapons are not as convenient as those of Qizhi and Shuoyang, they are still usable. Brother Huang can also borrow the weapon of his nephew, can you?"

Although the last sentence is an inquiry, it is an order that cannot be questioned by others.

Huang Tengzhong and Rong Mo did not intend to refuse, and handed them the wooden sword in their hands.

Mo Xuan took the sword, and rubbed his cool fingertips against Rong Mo's warm fingertips.

Rong Mo couldn't help shivering, and frowned, it was too cold, almost as cold as a corpse, lifeless.

Mo Xuan also imitated Mo Qiuliang, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Has Liang'er thought about the bet this time?"

He seemed to be winning, but he couldn't be annoying, instead he couldn't help but smile.

Looking at his smile, Rong Mo understood why both Huang Tengzhong and Lin Shengli liked him so much.

Mo Qiuliang helped him onto the ring, and confronted him with a smile: "Brother Huang, this time the bet is, if it's a plate of peach blossom cakes or sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Then I might as well ask for Brother Huang's Tibetan paintings. After all, I have been hungry for a long time."

"If Liang'er wants to, she should win the king first." Mo Xuan's slightly curved lips sneered a little more, looking very arrogant.

"It's been a long time since I've seen the Eldest Princess compete with the Seventh Prince," Huang Tengzhong stared intently at the two motionless two people on the ring, his words were full of emotion, but his eyes revealed an unusual enthusiasm and enthusiasm. Enthusiasm, "Obviously I never competed in front of others since then, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet them this year. His Royal Highness was born late, so I'm afraid you have never seen them confront each other, right?"

Huang Tengzhong's enthusiasm quickly infected Rong Mo and Wei Xian who were on the side, they both stared at them intently and had no time to answer.

Fortunately, Huang Tengzhong didn't need them to answer, and recalled the past on his own: "The prince and the princess often fought each other, and the eldest princess often lost, but she never cried. Cakes, until the onlookers started to gamble money and accessories, and the two of them still enjoyed it.”

While he was speaking, the two people who had been stalemate on the stage for a long time finally moved. After all, it was the young Mo Qiuliang who moved first, moved his footsteps, and at some point swayed to Mo Xuan's side, swung his sword, and slammed towards the nearby Mo Xuan. The neck at hand.

Mo Xuan seemed to sense something, smiled slightly, clamped the tip of the sword with two fingers, and turned around deftly.

The two people's martial arts are very different, and Mo Xuan deliberately let her go, just like teasing a child.

Mo Xuan reached out to snatch the sword in her hand, Mo Qiuliang was startled, and hurriedly turned back, but Mo Xuan grabbed the tip of the sword, pulled her hard, and hugged her in his arms, unable to move.

Mo Xuan nodded Mo Qiuliang's forehead, and said with a smile, "Liang'er, I lost again."

"Tch, Brother Huang always wins, and he never knows how to be humble to the juniors."

Mo Qiuliang pouted, but there was not much resentment in his words.

Mo Qiuliang helped him off the stage again, and helped him to rest on the rattan chair in the martial arts arena.

Mo Qiuliang sat on the seat, took a round fan in his hand, flipped it over and over in his hand, and said with a smile, "What are you giving to the emperor this time? Why don't you give the firecracker developed for Shenjiying to the emperor when you have nothing to do before?" Brother."

Mo Xuan smiled wryly: "The emperor will not allow this king to practice martial arts, nor will he allow this king to go to the battlefield to fight for the country. Then what is the use of this king's luggage? It is just placed in the mansion for people to watch and praise Liang'er Just a whimsical idea."

"Then what exactly does the emperor want? Let me tell you first, I don't know how to cook, and the osmanthus candy of the emperor cannot be fulfilled for the time being."

As soon as he said this, Mo Qiuliang regretted it, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid, why did she forget?

Although the emperor released the emperor's brother now, he was still wary of the emperor's brother's rebellion.

Even this time, when Brother Huang and her came to find Xiao Huang, as soon as they left the gate of the palace, there were more than a dozen hidden guards watching them closely, how could Brother Huang not know?

It was supposed to be eight years, but even though it has come, the emperor just released the emperor's brother from the mansion, but he was unwilling to grant the emperor's brother an official position and fiefdom.

The emperor's brother never thought of fighting for the throne, but no one would believe it.After all, for the rights symbolized by this dragon chair, Brother Huang has been forced to lose too much, even the freedom that he never had was once again deprived.

Brother Huang is not a domestic animal willing to enjoy, but a wild beast yearning for freedom, how can he be imprisoned in this deep palace?

Wasn't it enough that he used evil techniques to take away the eyes of the emperor's brother, and then threatened him with this, making him be bound by him forever?Is it necessary to eradicate them?

"Then let's fulfill this bet later." Mo Xuan raised a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

Mo Xuan stood up, took Mo Qiuliang by the hand, and walked out of the martial arts arena, "My king and Liang'er will bid farewell first."

And from the beginning to the end, he never looked at Rong Mo again.

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"Wei Xian, tell me," Rong Mo asked suddenly while sitting on the swing lazily basking in the sun, dangling his legs.

The shadows of the trees are mottled. This swing was made by my mother and grandfather eight years ago, and it has been dyed a few traces of blue.

"What kind of person is this Seventh Prince? It is said that he is favored and no one offends, but he can't see the arrogance that shows his sharpness. Is he too smart and knows how to restrain himself, or the rumors are false after all."

"I can't answer this answer, I'm afraid His Royal Highness needs to find it himself."

When Wei Xian entered the court, he considered himself well-informed and well-versed in ancient and modern times, but he had never met the Seventh Prince who lived in seclusion.Even the old ministers of the former court kept secret, as if they were threatened by something, but they were not very familiar with them.

The folks have no other useful information except for the evaluation of the Seventh Prince and the eldest princess, "how many hearts will be broken with a flick of the sleeves."

After all, there are only a few who can be called aware.And the Seventh Prince seems to have come only for His Highness the Crown Prince.

"It seems that Gu has to visit the Seventh Prince recently." Rong Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, half propped his head, and stared at the door with a half-smile.Wei Xian turned his head in doubt, but suddenly saw two people in fine clothes in front of the gate of the East Palace, which rarely had visitors.

"Nephew." Mo Qiuliang smiled slightly, waved his hand, and trotted forward again, stroking the ends of Rong Mo's hair, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, gleefully staring at his gradually changing expression.

Rong Mo reluctantly wanted to slap her away, but he had to stop. He still didn't know the cards of the two of them, so it would be better not to resist her behavior for the time being.

"Your majesty, you really don't know how to raise children. He is obviously a kid in his teens, but why does he pretend to be scheming and mature?" Mo said.

Qiu Liang devoted himself to destroying Rong Mo's hairstyle, and sighed silently in his heart, "That's right, the current emperor can't be called a qualified elder brother, nor can he be called a responsible father. Then why should she have any hope for him."

Seeing Rong Mo's resentful face, Wei Xian couldn't bear to step forward, bowed, and skillfully pulled Rong Mo behind him.

Wei Xian confirmed that he was fine, and then he said: "May I ask why the Seventh Prince and the Eldest Princess are here? They don't come here specially to ravage/ravage the hair of His Highness the Crown Prince, right?"

Mo Qiuliang was taken aback, but he was really thinking about why he suddenly ran to the East Palace, it seemed that it was really just a whim.

After all, except for the relationship between the emperor's brother, she has no connection with the prince, at most she can only be called "aunt and nephew".The relationship between the royal family is cold, and this "aunt and nephew" seems to be useless.

The seventh prince raised his lips helplessly, flicked Mo Qiuliang's forehead lightly, and smiled apologetically at the prince and Wei Xian.

Mo Xuan bent down again to help Wei Xian stand up, "Lord Wei, you don't need to be too polite. I'm afraid that the prestige of this king in the court is still not as high as that of Lord Wei. After all, this king can only be called 'noble'. It's just the title of the 'Prince'. Other than that, there is nothing else. As for this king, I just passed through this place today, and I just happened to come to pay my respects, just drop by."

Rong Mo frowned slightly, just passing through here?With his scheming, how could he come to the Eastern Palace, where the road is the most complicated and deepest in the palace because of "passing by", he is a person who can't tell lies, and his acting skills are too clumsy.

Sure enough, Mo Xuan only paused for a moment, and then said, "It's been more than half a month since the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, and the winter plums in the Palace of the Seventh Kings are already blooming, and the emperor wants to have a feast of plum appreciation with all the officials in the palace. His Royal Highness doesn't think the mansion is simple, so let's come together. Wouldn't it be wonderful to drink wine and write poems, and the flowers will be colorful?"

Rong Mo snorted lightly, but he responded back to Wei Xian's previous offensive words. He first mentioned the emperor, and then said that if he didn't go to the officials, wouldn't it be rude?

"If the Seventh Prince is so 'gracious' to invite you, if he refuses alone, wouldn't it be a shame for the entire court?"

"It's good that His Royal Highness knows it." Mo Xuan still held his smiling face, as if it was painted on, it is exactly the same as before, it is still pleasing to the eye, but it makes people angry, wishing to tear off the smiling face.

"Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has accepted the invitation, I and the emperor will take my leave first." Mo Qiuliang glanced at the sun that had already set in the west, took Mo Xuan by his hand, nodded to the two, then turned and walked out of the East Palace door.

Mo Xuan also nodded, "Farewell."

After saying this, he left without hesitation.He was afraid that if he continued talking, Rong Mo would not want to come again, and he was already reluctant to confront him again.

"Your Highness is really going to this 'Hongmen Banquet'?" After the two left, Wei Xianfa asked, as if he disagreed with his decision.

"Why don't you go? He has spent so much time thinking about coming here alone. Wouldn't it be very rude if he didn't go alone? It was a waste of his words?"

Rong Mo smiled at An Ran, staring nonchalantly at a piece of tree bark that had been cut open on the swing, unwilling to continue talking.

"Wei Xian, how is the progress of the clues I asked you to investigate a few days ago?" Rong Mo asked suddenly.

Wei Xian was stunned, "plopped", knelt down and said in a panic: "Your Highness, it is useless to forgive me. I recently visited the elders of the previous dynasty. The conclusion is still the same as before: the Seventh Prince had a private|communication with the emperor. , disregarded ethics, and was deprived of qualifications."

Wei Xian did ask many people, and even put down his old face to try and ask, but there was still no result.

Either evasive or evasive words, the more they cover up like this, the more he feels that there must be other reasons for it, but he just can't pry their mouths open.

Rong Mo had already expected this result, but he frowned and said, "Get up."

Wei Xian is an elder, but he has always been so sincere and fearful towards him as a junior.

If he didn't know that his mother and his queen were playmates since childhood, and Wei Xian has been taking care of him since his mother left, he would have thought that Wei Xian had participated in that incident.

In truth, no one in Rong Mo could believe it. Who would be such a simple person who could gain a foothold in the palace?

It's just that the more he stopped, the more Rong Mo wondered what happened to the Seventh Prince.

Although this matter is not important to him, it seems that it is very important to many people.Among them, even his father was included.

Rong Mo stood up neatly, nothing that happened back then seemed to cause him any haze or fear.

But Rong Mo and Wei Xian are very clear that everything about them is not what it used to be.

Once lost, it cannot be regained.

In the Palace of the Seventh King——Mo Xuan tied up his long hair and wore an apron, followed the butler Lou Xun, and stole the teacher in the dining room.

Mo Xuan hurriedly added seasonings, and asked anxiously, "Is this like it?"

Lou Xun put his shoulders on his shoulders, and said confidently: "Why is it outrageous? Your Highness will definitely like it."

"That's good."

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On the day of the plum appreciating banquet, at Yin time, in the wing room of the Seven Princes' Mansion——

"Liang'er, it's time to wake up." Mo Xuan sat on the bedside, stroking Mo Qiuliang's long hair. He hadn't slept all night and had nothing to do, so he had to get up from the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, which is a miracle .

Since there is nothing to do, why not wake up and prepare for today's necessary matters, although Lou Xun has prepared everything a few days ago, but if you don't confirm it once, you will feel uneasy.It's not that he doesn't trust his ability, it's just that this is the first time the Seventh Prince's Mansion entertains guests, so it must be thoughtful.

"Brother Huang, why do you have to be so serious? After all, today is just a day chosen by the emperor at will. The Seventh Prince has no prestige. The Seventh Prince's Mansion has not been repaired since eight years ago, and the plum blossoms can only be seen everywhere. Yemei. Brother Huang’s reason that day was also short-sighted and nonsense, just to bring that person home for a look. Then why should we take it so seriously? If it’s not good, it’s just losing the face of the old emperor, and we will also There is no loss, anyway, this reputation can't be worse."

Mo Qiuliang got up and sat on the head of the bed in a daze with Mo Xuan.

Well, the main reason is to look at the Seventh Prince in a daze, and think wildly: Brother Huang is definitely the most coveted suitor in the world, not one of them.When I extended the invitation to the prince before, I was calm and composed, but when I turned my head, I blushed, and I didn't allow myself to laugh at him, and even went out to take him away by myself, what the hell is this.

Thinking of this, Mo Qiuliang rolled his eyes regardless of etiquette, and continued to look at the door.

"My lord, princess, if you have nothing to do, why don't you get up and help me check if there is anything wrong? Please don't throw everything on me, okay?" He poked his head out and stared at them fiercely.

They have known each other since they were young, and they have no respect for masters and servants, rather they are close friends, Lou Xun does not treat them as masters, and often plays with them, even more freely.

"Okay, Ah Xun, we're here to help you." Mo Qiuliang stood up, took the coat from Mo Xuan's hand, hung it on the screen beside him, opened his arms, and let him carefully change it for himself, with patterns on it. Complicated white clothes, tied with a belt.

Mo Xuan couldn't help reminding him, and said seriously: "Liang'er, no matter how impatient you are with the emperor's arbitrary decision, since the visitor is a guest, he must be a landlord. Although he is rude, we must not lose our courtesy."

"Brother Huang always has a lot of great truths, but it seems that I have little knowledge and short-sightedness." Mo Qiuliang pouted and helped Mo Xuan out.

In fact, Brother Huang doesn't have to rely on her to move forward, even Brother Huang can travel abroad alone, but he just doesn't feel at ease.After all, the imperial palace is dangerous, no one can estimate it, even the emperor brother can't say it all.

Fortunately, the current emperor has never accepted a concubine. After the empress passed away three years ago, there was no one in the emperor's harem.

That hypocrite, he is not stingy about showing his deep love to the world. As for his heart, he is afraid that he can't wait to put the emperor brother to death, and he will never recover.

The first emperor had seven sons and one daughter, and the current emperor is the third son. Excluding the eldest and second elder brothers who unfortunately passed away, those elder brothers died tragically one after another as soon as the emperor succeeded to the throne.The emperor brother survived because of being with her, probably because they were not a threat.

Although she also doubted it, the emperor didn't mind at all, and followed what he did before, poisoning the emperor's brother.

"Seventh Emperor Brother, Imperial Sister."

Hearing this intimate address, Mo Qiuliang felt an endless chill, but his face did not show the slightest bit, trying to put on a cute look: "Brother Huang, why are you here so early? Brother Huang, Brother Da Huang is here! .”

Mo Xuan laughed, Liang'er led him to stop at the emperor's side, that's all, just let her go, the emperor will not blame him because of his affection, he leaned forward, bowed and bowed, as expected Hearing the emperor's breath congealed, "Brother Emperor."

"My brother, please get up." Rong Shu helped the Seventh Prince to stand up, with a smile like a spring breeze, in the eyes of outsiders, it was a happy and warm family, for example, Wei Xian and Rong Mo who were watching not far away.

"Royal father," Rong Mo called out not far away, then walked forward quickly, and flung himself into the embrace of the emperor half-coquettishly.

But Rong Shu supported his shoulders, ignored his tearful eyes, and reprimanded him: "He is already ten to three young people, why do he like to act like a spoiled child in the arms of the emperor so much? From now on, how can he take on the great cause of Zhiguo What about the expectations of the common people in the world?"

"Father is the son of heaven, and he will live a long life. There is no need for the ministers to take on the big responsibility so early." Rong Mo looked innocent, like a spoiled child, but he put his fingers behind his back and used the silk handkerchief vigorously. Wipe the palm of the hand that touched the emperor's clothes just now.

Rong Mo took off his coat again and put it on the emperor's shoulders, "Father, it's getting cold, take care of the dragon's body. My son is waiting for you to live a long life, a hundred years old." After deliberately biting the pronunciation of these two words, Rong Mo Still smiling very brightly.

"Then I would like to thank Mo'er for her filial piety." Rong Shu wrapped his coat tightly and smiled at him gratified.

Rong Mo also smiled, the more he smiled, the colder he became.Seeing this, Mo Xuan followed his example, took off the cloak, put it on Rong Mo's shoulders, bent down, and tied the rope carefully.

Rong Mo was slightly stunned, just about to open his mouth to question, but stopped, unable to speak, what should I ask, who are you?He is the Seventh Prince, but why...

No matter what you ask, it's wrong, so just don't ask.

Rong Shu smiled gently, but frowned at an unhappy angle.

Rong Mo raised his lips, sneered three parts, and cold seven parts, isn't it ironic, my dear father.No matter what the purpose of the Seventh Prince is, you have been thinking about the person you have been thinking about for eight years.The person who spared no effort to fabricate charges for her and reserve the position of the main palace to him has never shown a smile to you.

Isn't it ironic that your prince is so considerate to a completely unfamiliar child now?My father.

"Brother Emperor," Mo Qiuliang called, pointing at Lou Xun who had rushed over, "It seems that all the civil and military officials have arrived. Then I and the Seventh Prince will be excused first and leave. Come and listen to their flattery."

She said the last sentence very lightly, only the Seventh Prince next to her heard it, and only slightly raised a smile, upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as the smile that Rong Mo always had on his lips.

When Mo Xuan and Mo Qiuliang were young, they would often see all kinds of people going to the palace of their mother and concubine to sell their fame and money.