long old

In his eyes, is he like a clown, not a person?

Then, can I just be used by him as a lifeless and temperless tool, and just stay by his side all the time.

Even if he is old and weak and useless, it is worthy of his regret, "It is obviously a loyal tool, and it is quite easy to use."

That's it, he is also afraid, he will not agree.

In fact, Mo Xuan is not cowardly at all, even when he was suffering so much before, he never thought of begging for mercy, only on this point, he crushed himself, humbled to the bone, and he couldn't bloom half of the flowers of joy.

The author has something to say: I don't want to be forced to be cute anymore, I want to find a place to live in seclusion recently, and I don't want to see those so-called classmates anymore.

I have always felt that writing is my hobby, and I can let them take care of their affairs, whenever they want, and mine.When I write, I don’t like people to ask questions, because I write when I am happy, and I don’t want to write when I am not happy, but they make this matter my responsibility.

Very sad.

Recently, because of this, I don’t want to write the main text, anyway, it’s like that.I just want to write a side story of the sub-CP, and I didn't even write much of the text.sad.

☆、Langu (Wu)

In the next two days, Rong Mo and Mo Xuan rarely met each other. It could even be said that there was only a hasty face-to-face meeting, and Mo Xuan was probably avoiding him on purpose.

But in this way, it may be better for the two people who conspired to rebel/rebel.

After all, what they are going to do is not something that can be seen in the light.

Although there have been some intersections, the fake relationship is weak, so it is not easy to be suspicious, and it is always beneficial.

However, in the past few days, Rong Mo has also been busy receiving foreign guests.

Even though Rong Shu pretended to forget about Mo Qiuliang's 16th birthday, he is a very face-saving person after all. He probably ordered messengers to send invitations to various countries a few months ago.

Outside the city gate——Rong Mo looked at the carriage galloping outside the city wall, and tried his best to walk towards the carriage of the foreign royal family with a smile on his face together with Rong Shu.

Compared to Rong Mo who was exhausted, Mo Xuan and Mo Qiuliang were busier.

Their biological mother, the imperial concubine, died young, and the royal family who knew the truth had already been exterminated by Rong Shu for various reasons. There were only a few young collateral princes left, neither married nor old enough. offspring.

Therefore, the burden of organizing Mo Qiuliang's birthday fell on Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan was happy with it, at least his broken body was still somewhat useful, so he wouldn't be a burden to the imperial sister.

Mo Xuan is always so cautious, he can't sit back and enjoy the benefits with peace of mind and become a "burden" to others.

Therefore, he will always try his best to find something for himself that he can do and what he wants to do, so that he can think that his existence is somewhat meaningful to everyone for the time being.

This is a habit he has developed since he was a child, and he will never change it.

In the eighth year of Fengsheng Jiashen, on the morning of February [-]th, the last eldest princess of Zhiguo and Ji——

Mo Qiuliang, who has always been sleepy, had no choice but to get up and change clothes under the urging of Su Miaoling, the aunt in charge of the palace.

Princesses from other countries should be looking forward to their [-]th birthday, but Mo Qiuliang cannot be as normal and joyful as they are after all.

She was precocious when she was young, and she watched the intrigues of the concubines in the harem with cold eyes. She also saw snobs plant and frame her and the emperor's brother as prisoners.

In her eyes, the coveted glory and wealth in the palace are just "a fig leaf for extravagance" under the power struggle.

And Jiji is just the beginning of another nightmare.

If it is in exchange for a peaceful peace, the relationship between the two countries is extremely easy to break due to uneven interests.

What's more, once the two countries tear their faces apart, the princess married far away will be a blood sacrifice for the other country to pray for the victory of the war.

If you marry the prince and prince of a neighboring country for the sake of friendship and interests, even if the princess is neglected and wronged by others, she should not write to her family to complain, lest it will cause dissatisfaction in other countries.If it is instigated by someone with a heart, the friendship between the two countries will be broken again.

However, if you marry those lustful people, let alone, you will suffer and suffer, and you will even be involved in the battle of the prince's multiple heirs, and it will be difficult to escape.

The princess is just a tool for political marriage. ,

If the country is rich and powerful, who would mind spoiling an insignificant princess?

If they are in decline, they will not hesitate to sacrifice a princess who has no right to inherit the throne in exchange for the support of other countries.

If you ask her, becoming a princess is really a thankless life.

Mo Qiuliang allowed Su Miaoling to change into a fancy dress for her, and stared blankly at himself in the mirror: she was dressed in white, with the national emblem of the country of Zhi embroidered skillfully here and there with gold thread, and hexagonal flying flowers one after another, reaching her waist. Her long hair was tied up little by little, and tassels woven with sapphire blue and indigo silk threads adorned the ends of her hair. Although rouge made her blush, those peach blossom eyes that were supposed to be affectionate were as deep as stagnant water.

That's right, she laughed at herself, since her heart had already died, her eyes would not have any vitality.

The eyebrows and eyes in the mirror vaguely resemble Mo Xuan, but they are a family, how can they look like it?

But Mo Xuan Xiao's mother, Mo Qiuliang Xiao's father, although they have always been regarded as auspicious omens, but the imperial concubine does not like Mo Xuan because of this, and instead loves herself even more.

Probably the mother and concubine felt that seeing the appearance of the emperor's brother was like looking in a mirror. In those clear eyes, the embarrassment reflected all the filth and embarrassment of her past.

But for her, her father was the boat that pulled her away from the sea of ​​suffering.

Therefore, the self who looks like the father is the only one who is favored.

The emperor's brother also suffered a lot because of this, but he didn't see the resentment towards his mother and concubine in him.

Maybe it's a broad-mindedness, maybe it's already hopeless.

Mo Qiuliang was born late, and her mother and concubine entered the palace with her in her arms, but everyone in the palace loved her, even the always stern queen dote on her.

Therefore, she didn't understand at all what kind of life the emperor's brother and mother concubine lived before entering the palace.

Mo Xuan seldom mentioned the past to her. The metaphor of the leaf boat was because he pressed the question too hard, so Mo Xuan had no choice but to say it.

"One Leaf Boat"?

If the royal father's pampering towards her can only be called "a flat boat", then how much suffering did they suffer before to feel that this pampering can only save them from fire and water, but cannot eradicate them.

"Princess, get ready to go." Su Miaoling's soft voice brought her back to reality.

Mo Qiuliang nodded silently, stood up, and was helped into the sedan chair by the maid.

There is a special custom in Zhiguo Jiji, that is, the road from home to the venue where the ceremony is held should not be contaminated with dust.

Therefore, Lao Sheng often said: "Fifteen sticky dust, life is endless."

The dust contaminated at this time will become a bad luck that cannot be escaped in the next life.

Mo Qiuliang had heard it a lot, but he didn't know if it was true.

Could it be that the sufferings that the mother and concubine suffered were also due to the fact that they were covered with dust at the fifteenth day?

"Let's go." The bearers who carried the sedan chair were all young and beautiful women practicing martial arts.

"Women are like water, men are like mud."

Therefore, if you meet a man on the road, it is also considered unclean. Therefore, today eunuchs, ministers, and even princes and nobles from afar, as well as guests, are not allowed to stay in the palace, otherwise they will be considered disrespectful.

Mo Qiuliang is also happy to be free, and can take time to study his gift.

Mo Qiuliang was sitting on the gilded sedan chair, casually playing with a silver bell tied to her body. It was not an accessory, but a birthday present specially given to her by Mo Xuan yesterday.

When she first saw it, she thought it was just an ordinary silver bell engraved with complicated patterns.

But after a closer look, Mo Qiuliang discovered the deep meaning of the patterns above.

Just one side alone, I can only vaguely recognize the national emblem of the country of Zhi, the hexagonal flying flowers and the national emblems of other countries, the wolf howling at the moon, and the national emblem of the country of Que.

Mo Qiuliang once found an introduction to other countries in the classics collected by the national teacher, including the Que country, "Seven hundred miles away from Zhongbei Mountain, there is a mountain named: Magpie Feather, and there is a country in the shadow of the mountain, and the country looks like a wolf howling. Moon. Living in the snowy desert, I often raise white wolves, so I painted a wolf totem and respected it like a god."

It's a pity that this was recorded 100 years ago, and no one has found the land of Que since then. The most regrettable thing is the next sentence: "There are strange grasses in the desert, and silver light at night. See."

Although I don't know if people who are blind from the day after tomorrow can eat it, but Mo Qiuliang always wants to try it. After all, this is the only hope.

Although, it may not be useful, after all, the truth about Brother Huang's blindness was never exposed by Lou Xun.

Mo Qiuliang raised his head, squinting his eyes slightly, the light in late winter was still dim.

"Brother Huang, wait for me for now."

The author has something to say: Rong Mo: There are so many rivals in love.

☆、Langu (land)

"Princess, we're here, it's time to get off the sedan chair." Su Miaoling reminded in a low voice, helping Mo Qiuliang off the sedan chair.

Mo Qiuliang let Su Miaoling support him and walked forward, his footsteps were obviously sloppy, let his thoughts diverge, run, gallop:

She doesn't know whether her future will undergo earth-shaking changes after today, or whether it will be the same loneliness and loneliness.

Mo Qiuliang is only fifteen years old, but he has seen all kinds of dirty things that even a 50-year-old would not imagine.

It is indeed a dirty and dirty thing, the intrigue in the palace for favor, and the ruthlessness of killing brothers and sisters in order to gain power - although the emperor's brother can't be called a "sibling", let alone any affection. ——Do not hesitate to harm parents and children for profit.

Although the emperor is hateful, it is better to say that it is a political struggle that he has no choice but to do.He is also a victim of jealousy.

It would be better to say that he received such education from the queen since he was a child, so he has been confronting the emperor's brother tit for tat and being framed.

But if they think so, who can they hate?

The source of all this has passed away long ago, and the former emperor who indirectly contributed to the tragedy has also passed away many years ago.

And his mother and concubine also died in such a struggle, and he suffered for it for many years, but who dares to say that it was not because of things that the mother and concubine did not consider when she decided to enter the palace.

Although she said "the long-cherished wish of not being a mother in the world" and did not pay attention to the training of the emperor's brother since childhood, but relying on her own favor, she has always been at odds with the queen and targeted her everywhere.

However, if these hatreds were not pinned on Rong Shu, wouldn't they even lose the meaning of life?

Then live or die, what is the difference, and what meaning does it have?

This worry, I can neither tell others, nor dare to ask myself.

Once you wake up from the dream, you will inevitably be afraid that you will not be able to continue.

Although Brother Huang had already decided to live for the time being for Rong Mo's "revenge", Rong Mo also found a reason for his own survival.

What about her?

She doesn't even have a reason to live in this world, so who else should she ask for.

Although she hoped to cure Brother Huang's eye disease, she also knew that he could not be cured now, so she could only be blind like this, otherwise, their end would be even more miserable than before.

"The eldest princess is here!" A few ignorant children saw Mo Qiuliang, and they couldn't help shouting in surprise.There are even a few bold children who want to come forward to touch her gorgeous clothes.

A smile appeared on Mo Qiuliang's face, and just as he was about to bend down and touch their heads, a big hand pulled them back.

It was the hand of a middle-aged woman, who warned them to "don't mess around" while looking at her with vigilant eyes.

Mo Qiuliang's smile gradually disappeared, and he said desolately: "Let's get started." Then he stepped on the bright red carpet.

The priest who presided over the ceremony was the only surviving prince among Mo Qiuliang's ancestors, not because he had never participated in the struggle for imperial power, but because he was the only "supervising" king who dared not even touch the emperor, the "eldest prince" , that is, the "iron hat" prince often said among the people.

The eldest prince is the uncle of the current emperor, who has gone through three dynasties.And he was already an old man in his dying years, tremblingly holding a roll of imperial papers, and was reciting in a low voice with tears streaming down his face.

Mo Qiuliang wanted to laugh for no reason, it wasn't disrespect, nor was it ridicule or disdain, it was just that he suddenly thought of something and was moved to the point of laughing.

This old man is probably the only one who looks forward to the happiness of their family and cares about them.

When Mo Qiuliang was young, he would often attend family banquets with the imperial concubine, and often get together with the imperial uncle.

Every time he saw him, Mo Qiuliang would deliberately leave his seat, stumble and run to his side, pester him, chatter and chirp about the latest interesting things that happened in the palace:

"Yesterday I had a martial arts competition with the emperor again, and I always lost. The emperor didn't know how to be compassionate and cherish jade at all, and he refused to release water at all. He also said: 'If you release water, you won't be considered a dignified martial arts practitioner. If you don’t do your best, you don’t respect your opponent.’ But I’m not his opponent, I’m his little sister. Shouldn’t he pamper me and let me go?”

"My concubine recently raised three tanks of fish in the palace. It is said that they are called 'goldfish'. But they are not golden, but orange-red, so why are they called goldfish?"

"Brother Sanhuang came to our palace again yesterday, but he knocked over the concubine's goldfish and beat a servant. The emperor lost his temper because of this, and punished Brother Sanhuang to kneel outside Huaqing Palace for an hour. "

Mo Qiuliang couldn't help but stop, and muttered, looking very distressed: "Obviously, as long as the third brother admits his mistake, the father will forgive him, why does he always insist that he is right? And say "Brother Huang is the child of a lowly person, so what's wrong with breaking something belonging to a lowly person?""

The old man patted her head, and Mo Qiuliang talked about other topics.

Whenever Mo Qiuliang stopped, the old man would always ask just right, "What else?"

As he asked, he looked at her with loving eyes, encouraging her to continue talking.

Mo Qiuliang was stunned for a moment, then continued: "There's more..."

Thinking about it now, those few family banquets became her warmest memories. At that time, her father, mother and concubine were still alive. Although the third brother hated them, he would not go too far in front of his father.

Brother Four, Brother Five, and Brother Six would always stand aside with a sour and noble manner, but after a while, they would also join their conversation and stand up from their seats regardless of etiquette.

The fourth brother always likes to bring the silent brother who is not in good health and is wrapped in a blanket to come together.

Even the emperor brother was unwilling to leave the warm bedding, but he would put on a thick fox fur, sit beside her and listen quietly, occasionally inserting a sentence or two of additional details.

The mother concubine and father also looked at them making a fuss with a smile. Even the empress dowager, who has always disliked making noise, would step down from the high platform and sit beside them, listening to their half-old children telling about the things in the palace. Interesting, showing a rare smile.

Only the queen empress would suddenly snort coldly when she was in the happiest moment, drop the lively atmosphere of the family banquet to freezing point, and then walk out of the Qingzhi Hall alone—and occasionally dragged the third brother along.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? Keep talking, how nice is it?" Although Brother Four would always quickly break the suffocating silence, he still couldn't go back to before.

Everyone will become cautious when speaking, for fear that the discordant cold snort will sound again.

"Liang'er, let's go." Mo Xuan walked up to her, stretched out his hand as an invitation, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he had amazed countless people over the years.

Mo Qiuliang solemnly handed him his hand, and he couldn't help stretching his tense nerves, and couldn't help but let out a relaxed smile.

The hostile gazes in the crowd softened because of that smile, and the common people also showed simple and blessed smiles.

Rong Mo also mixed in the crowd, watching with a lack of interest.

There was nothing else for him at this banquet, so why did Rong Mo find himself bored and find something to do for himself.

Rong Mo indifferently watched them walk towards the priest step by step, and listened to the nagging of Fu Yu, the crown prince of Que Kingdom and his only friend beside him, "Hey, do you think the eldest princess is good-looking? I think she is worthy" It's heavenly fragrance and national beauty."

Rong Mo occasionally nodded, and looked at the venue again.

It was only when Rong Mo occasionally saw Mo Xuan that his eyes became a little warmer, and then quickly fell silent.

Fu Yu looked at Rong Mo who was staring at him with some surprise, the gentlest smile that Fu Yu had never seen on his face, couldn't help being a little creepy, but he also understood his tempting.

Although Fu Yu is in Que Country, he still keeps in touch with Rong Mo by letter from time to time, so he can be called one of his few confidants.

There were only a few mentions of Mo Xuan in the letters that came within the last month, but Fu Yu felt a tenderness that he had never imagined.

It is indeed gentle, not the affection that can be imitated, but the cherished affection that flows out of a few casual words.

However, if he remembers correctly, this Seventh Prince is his uncle, right?

I hope he has already thought about it. As far as friends are concerned, Fu Yu doesn't want him to suffer.

Moreover, I have also heard about Rong Mo's mother.

What is so beautiful about this Seventh Prince that makes Rong Mo forget about his love and hatred, and fall in love with him without hesitation.

Besides, it's only less than a month, what can he know about the Seventh Prince?

Could it be true that "the person you like at first sight will love you for a lifetime." Isn't it?

Fu Yu looked at Mo Qiuliang, who had already been crowned with a bun by the eldest prince, and suddenly the queen mother's words sounded: "It would be great if I could see Mo Ling's child, it must be as beautiful as her."

It is indeed the same beauty, both of them.

Fu Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, "If the prince wants to marry your aunt, would you marry her to me?"

"If you're willing to treat her well, that's fine."

Rong Mo replied inexplicably, Fu Yu can't be called a good person, but he is not a person who is abusive. If he really wants to marry her far away, then Fu Yu is indeed the best candidate.

It was already the second ceremony. The eldest prince Rong Chang removed the simple bun for Mo Qiuliang and replaced it with a more complicated hairstyle. A loud and old voice resounded in the crowd: "May your life be smooth and prosperous." , follow the father's order, respect the husband's words, and obey the woman's way."

Mo Qiuliang also replied: "Such advice must be kept in mind."

After the ceremony, she and Su Miaoling left the stage again, changing into more complicated costumes, silver and phoenix playing with pearls, and a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

Rong Chang read again: "This ceremony is done, you must respect and abstain, obey your parents, go to your mother's order, and obey your king's order."

Mo Qiuliang hesitated for a moment before replying, "I would like to follow your orders."

Mo Xuan took Mo Qiuliang's hand again, and walked back to the palace together to accept the flower petals thrown by the people.

Rong Mo also picked some of the most beautiful flowers from the flower seller beside him, and threw them at the two of them.

Mo Qiuliang and Mo Xuan reached out to catch it at the same time, and smiled brightly in return.

The author has something to say: Fu Yu: "How is it?"

Rong Mo: "That's right, my wife is super pretty." (blushing)

☆、Langu ([-])

Rong Mo sat on the seat with no expression on his face, put his hands on his knees, watched coldly the cups and cups on the stage, and laughed at Yan Yan's guests.

Anxiety began to spread throughout his body.

What else is there but uninteresting, boring, speechless?

By the way, there are endless masks, who have already investigated all the details of the other party, but still pretend to hit it off in front of him.

The other party is also acting on every occasion, intrigues, instead of chatting and laughing.

In such an unbearable world, what is the difference between existence and destruction?Such a life of walking dead is still calling for self.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xuan sat on his upper seat, seeing his depressed expression, he couldn't help asking, his voice was soft and hoarse.

Mo Xuan saw that a lock of hair was curled up at the end of his hair, so he stretched out his hand unknowingly, brushed his messy hair end imperceptibly, tidied it up for him, and quickly retracted it.

The tips of Rong Mo's ears were reddish, and he shook his head indistinctly, before returning stiffly after a while: "It's nothing."

What else can he say?

For example, the next time you do this kind of thing, you must pay attention to the occasion, and don't make such an intimate gesture suddenly under the watchful eyes of everyone?

Or: Although the emperor is not here, are you not afraid of exposing our relationship?

Either way, Rong Mo couldn't say it.

These words are almost like subconsciously admitting that they have another level of intimacy other than partners.

When you think about it, it's really helpful...

wrong.Rong Mo shook his head again, now is not the time to think about these things, now he should focus on the emperor.

After all, Mo Qiuliang's final destination is still "decided" by him.

Que is not the only one who has a good relationship with Zhiguo, and marrying them is not the best choice.

Yinzhe, the capital of Que State, is far away from Chang'an, if you marry far away.It is not conducive to their timely discussion of countermeasures, nor is it conducive to him "monitoring" Mo Qiuliang.

Moreover, it has only been a few decades since Que Kingdom re-established diplomatic relations with them, and there is still a blank period of nearly 100 years.The two countries do not understand each other.

But Rong Shu is extremely good at face, if the son-in-law's face is broken, or the national power is weak, he doesn't bother to let them cling to him.

From this point of view, Fu Yu was his best choice.

For money, for power, for face, let Gu see your choices.

Rong Shu also returned to his seat at this time, smiling like a spring breeze, as if he had made the best choice in his heart for Mo Qiuliang's final belonging.

I just don't know how Mo Qiuliang would feel about this.Rong Mo thought ironically, turning his head to look at tonight's protagonist.

Mo Qiuliang, who was always talkative, was exceptionally quiet tonight. Apart from toasting and smiling, he didn't do any unnecessary movements, and he never spoke a word.

Mo Qiuliang looked very indifferent, as if he didn't pay attention to tonight's result.Only through the hands tightly gripping the corner of the table can one see the master's nervousness.

She was also waiting at the same time, but she didn't expect half of it.

Rong Mo suddenly remembered the scene at the beginning of the banquet, and it was unavoidably a little disgusting:

When Mo Xuan just entered the Qingzhi Palace, he was hugged by Rong Shu. He subconsciously wanted to tear Rong Shu away, but he froze in place because of his next sentence: "Seventh Brother, you have finally come out!" .”

The old officials present who knew the truth of the year looked at their noses and noses, and their hearts were silent.

But Rong Mo, who went out of his way to find out the truth back then, clenched his fists and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

What was the reason why Rong Shu put the Seventh Prince under house arrest?

"Because of the noble concubine's death, the Seventh Prince was so sad that he voluntarily kept the spirit for three years and recited Buddhist scriptures for the noble concubine."

As soon as this remark came out, although everyone praised it superficially, rumors spread like wildfire.

Three years later, it was reported again: "The Seven Princes escaped from the world and voluntarily prayed for the welfare of the country for five years to show their sincerity."

Since then, the Seventh Prince has been under house arrest in that dark palace for three years.

At that time, Mo Qiuliang and others were locked up in the Yaozhi Palace in the palace—that is, the Leng Palace.

He can't see anything, and there is only one person. How did he walk alone and survive by himself?

Rong Mo really didn't dare to think about it, he would always feel bitter heartache when thinking about it.

When did the man who only showed his strength and pride in front of everyone learn to pretend?

Rong Mo never dared to think about it.

Rong Mo didn't want to recall the details he saw and heard at the time.

Rong Mo turned his head, looked at Mo Xuan's faking emotion with cold eyes, supported Rong Shu's waist, and mourned, "Brother Lao Huang, you are bothering."

The two of them walked towards the seats in a detached manner, and it was inevitable that Mo Qiuliang would pounce and cry bitterly.

Rong Mo sneered endlessly in his heart, but he still acted indifferently.

Even he disliked his pretending to be deaf and dumb, but he had to maintain it.

In a sense, their relationship was "out of reach", so why should he interrupt and cause trouble.

Compared to Rong Mo's curiosity, Mo Qiuliang did not have much expectation or confidence in his husband's family.

From various perspectives, Prince Que is indeed the best candidate, and Rong Mo probably thinks so in his heart.

After all, when she was "□□" today, she saw them talking and laughing together.

Mo Qiuliang turned his head, and smiled sweetly at Fu Yu who was winking at her, successfully reaping an exaggerated heartbeat from the other party, and couldn't help but turn to look at Rong Mo, tilting his head to look at the brother who was dealing with the emperor.

I just don't know how Brother Huang thinks about him, but I hope he will be satisfied.

But seeing Mo Xuan staring at Fu Yu with a gloomy face, Mo Qiuliang had to admit: Well, she was wrong.

Her imperial brother really didn't expect him to marry so early, and he obviously harbored malice towards all the men at the banquet—except His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

At the end of the dinner, Fu Yu, who had struggled for a long time, finally made a move. He stood up before the others, bowed his hands, and after the noisy voice gradually subsided, he said loudly: "King Zhi, after arriving in the Kingdom of Zhi, the younger generation will accept I have given you a lot of care. The junior should be deeply grateful and should not ask you for permission, but this prince still wants to win love with a brazen knife, and I hope you will do it."

"You're welcome, but it's okay for you to say it." Rong Shu subconsciously took a deep breath, feeling as if he had agreed to some harmful request.Probably an illusion.

"The younger generation's mother passed away many years ago, and Kang Jian mentioned it many times: when he was young, he had a good relationship with the imperial concubine of the previous dynasty, and once begged for a marriage from the imperial concubine for the younger generation. I wonder if the younger generation just came to honor it today. Is it outdated?"

Fu Yu didn't notice the sudden change in Rong Shu's face when he heard "Imperial Concubine", but recalled his mother's empress:

In fact, what I said just now was not a complete lie, but half true and false.The queen mother and the imperial concubine were indeed childhood sweethearts and married Jinlan.But whether there is a joke or not, whether it is an engagement for him, cannot be deliberated.

Before the mother died, she took his hand and said over and over again

Repeatedly: "Ming Jin, you must remember a woman named Shen Ling. You must bring her to Que Country and serve her like a mother. If the queen mother can't do it in her life, I will ask you. I'm sorry You, Qing."

The queen mother never mentioned this woman named "Shen Ling" in her life, but Fu Yu knew that she had indeed been looking for someone.Every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she would go out suddenly to find someone in a brothel in Yangzhou, Zhiguo.The emperor would always say sourly: "The person your mother loves the most may be her."

But there was no result, as if she had evaporated from the world, she disappeared quietly.It was only later that Fu Yu discovered that the noble concubine of Zhiguo called: "Ling", Mo Ling, it's just that the queen mother didn't believe it.

After he agreed with tears, the queen mother closed her eyes with peace of mind and left.

At this time, Fu Yu looked at Rong Shu's joyful eyes, and the joy that he couldn't hide no matter what, and knew that he had made the right bet.

Rong Shu stood up with a happy smile, ignoring that he mentioned the title "Huang Guifei" which he hated the most, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes".

Just when everyone was surprised, congratulated, or disappointed, and was about to raise a "protest", Mu Yao stood up from his seat, bowed his hands and said, "I also have something to report to your majesty. I wonder if your majesty can tell me With such an honor, let me recommend someone."

"Let's talk about it for now." Rong Shu didn't think much about it, he always trusted Mu Yao, even though he was corrupt and committed many murders, he never cared.

After all, such a person is the easiest to control.If he said it was a happy event, it would be fine.

"Mo Yuan, come in." Mu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, like a sneaky fox, and called out a name that was enough to make people think.

The author has something to say: Mo Xuan: (Pinch fingers) No, you can't hit someone, that's Liang'er's husband.But I'm still very angry that my Liang'er was kidnapped just like that.

☆、Langu (eight)

A person next to Mu Yao tugged at his sleeve, and said something softly, Rong Mo couldn't hear clearly, and could only see Mu Yao leaning over and talking with a smile on his face.

Rong Mo stopped paying attention to them, but turned his head to look at Mo Xuan.

He was still smiling, without the slightest bit of panic and gloom, which made Rong Mo calm down involuntarily.

However, Mo Qiuliang's face changed in an instant, murderous, his hands clasped the corner of the table, and his fingertips ran across the table, leaving long scratches.

The emperor's brother is not her brother, but the child born before her mother and concubine remarried, she did know.It's just that they never thought that someone would specifically find the biological father of the emperor's brother in order to avenge them.This guy is also really boring.

Rong Mo tightly clasped the sachet in his hand, his eyes fixed on the palace door.

A man in a crimson cloud-patterned garment came to the Golden Palace and didn't stop until the front of the steps.

He remained silent the whole time, with his shawl hanging down to his waist, his head lowered, his long hair covering his face, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Bold, you can't be polite when you see the emperor!" Lin Shengli pretended to drink, laughing secretly at Mu Yao who lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, making a fool of himself in front of the allies, which is quite in line with his ending.

Lin Shengli raised his head and looked at Rong Shu who was gradually restraining his smile on the stage.

The man finally let out a sneer, and raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes vaguely resembled that of an old friend, which attracted several exclamations and discussions like a tide.People's eyes constantly echoed between him and the Seventh Prince, either eagerly or contemptuously:

"The imperial concubine was a geisha before, and the former emperor never explained her identity. From my point of view, the Seventh Prince is really his descendant. I just feel sorry for the emperor. I have raised such a person for so many years. son, treat him like a treasure."

"That's right, a woman as ignorant as the imperial concubine can only give birth to such a child. I'm afraid the eldest princess is not a royal heir."

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Amidst the noise, the man tilted his head and said disdainfully: "The emperor also has to bear my kneeling, I don't know if the married couple of the former imperial concubine and the biological father of the current seventh prince can bear the emperor's words: 'elder'?"

He bluntly admitted everyone's suspicions about him. Rong Mo turned around and looked at Mo Xuan, but saw that his face turned pale, and he subconsciously reached out to hold his trembling palm.

Rong Mo also shuddered and frowned, his body temperature was always so cold, like the melting lake water in early spring, the cold air was oppressive.Not only is he born with a cold body, but he is afraid that it may be caused by acquired weakness. How much does he not cherish his body?

Mo Xuan froze, but couldn't bear to pull out his hand, so he simply let him hold it, and thought to himself: If they did what they did today, people would suspect them, and all their previous efforts would be in vain.

However, Mo Xuan raised a smile and looked up at him. If he found it, he would find it. At worst, he would start all over again, just a little more difficult than today's situation.

It's just a new start, if it can be changed to him like this, then there is no complaint.What's more, he meant it, so why bother?

Rong Mo and Mo Xuan looked at each other and smiled, they held each other's hand, but didn't hold it tightly, but Rong Mo felt an unprecedented heaviness and lightness, no longer the vain daring to clasp it before.

The drowned person held the sailboard in the deep sea, touched the breath of life, and felt an unprecedented sense of reality.

Before meeting Mo Xuan, Rong Mo's life was not good or bad, he hated Rong Shu, but he never thought of killing him, he was confused and had no direction.Probably meeting him made him feel that life is wonderful.

The man was still going on, chattering endlessly, Mo Xuan closed his eyes, and couldn't hear his words clearly, only "Yangzhou", "Shen Ling" and "Chun Xiao" brought back his memories bit by bit.

His mother used to be a geisha in Yangzhou city, and because of that person's words: "I will marry you as my wife after I get my name on the gold list.", she waited for him infatuatedly, and gave birth to her own daughter despite others' obstruction. .

and after?What is there to say later, it was nothing more than a guest's joke, which caused a scandal, so what can I say?

But Mo Qiuliang couldn't take it anymore, stood up from his seat, grabbed a guard's sword, walked down the stairs step by step, stopped in front of the man, pointed the sword pointing at him.

Mo Qiuliang bit his lip, frowned involuntarily, and sternly shouted: "Today is my birthday, I didn't want to make everyone's sense of elegance in vain. But if you can't show any proof today, and then slander the emperor, you will talk nonsense. That's it. The rest of my life will be rough and difficult, and I will also make you bloody