long old

Stop it, they are all watching the fun.Rong Mo turned around and watched Mo Xuan move away from him step by step.

Rong Shu closed his eyes helplessly, he had already made up his mind to die, if he wanted to assassinate him on the spot in front of the envoys of other countries and expose all the truth to vent the anger and grievances that he could not bear before, then It's possible too, isn't it?

Rong Shu waved his hand, smiled wryly and dismissed the guards who were about to step forward to protect him, and suddenly thought a little bit of self-deprecating: They always say, 'the most ruthless emperor's family'.In fact, the most ruthless ones should be those maids and guards. As long as they don't make big mistakes, they can stay in the palace for the rest of their lives, and when they reach a certain age, they can also leave the palace and return to their hometown for reunion.

It doesn't matter which emperor is in power, what does it matter to them?

These guards who rushed forward were not loyal, they just bet on who would win, and subconsciously chose the side with a higher winning rate.

He has been inactive for more than 30 years and has been in power for eight years, all of which are based on calculations and plans.In the end, alone.

There should be neither a vigorous opening nor an earth-shattering ending.

At least this requirement, Seventh Emperor Brother will still satisfy.

But none of the endings he had envisioned came to pass.Mo Xuan just knelt down in front of him, held Qi Zhi, and said loudly and resoundingly: "I also ask the emperor to inherit the orthodoxy to prove the election of heaven. Qi Zhi has returned to his throne."

Rong Mo couldn't help but look at him like everyone else in the audience, but he didn't seem so calm.She looked at him almost greedily, such a dazzling person seemed to be able to burn her eyes, and she would not hesitate to do so.

It's not that Ziqing doesn't want to kill him, it's just that he knows Rong Shu's wish better than anyone else, so he will definitely not be so simple, making him rush to his death in front of everyone will only strangle him in a quiet corner.Is this beautiful?

How will he keep him?

He couldn't cede the throne to him, that was not what he wanted.He will not be willing to be imprisoned in the deep palace, his yearning has always been freedom.

All he could do, was all he needed.It is to create a wider world for him.He didn't want to imprison him in a world where he was unknown, and he couldn't bear to release him from his shackles.Just don't drag him down.This is his unchanging selfishness.

Rong Mo has longed for many things in his life: a free life, the warmth of his family, and the embrace of his mother.Unfortunately, these humble wishes are also extravagant wishes.

He was born with no freedom at all, the most ruthless emperor's family, his mother died young.The current Rong Mo has long since dared not covet warmth, but he is willing to gamble again.

Rong Mo closed his eyes, and suddenly smiled, which seemed to be a good idea: It would not be a pity to give up everything for you alone.

"Thank you for your loyalty, younger brother, but since Xizhi has recognized you, you can only be the seventh younger brother."

Rong Shu's face was pale, trying to raise a smile.Yeah?How lucky to have escaped and to be alive again.

Suddenly, a person walked into the hall and whispered something to Rong Shu.

Rong Shu pursed his lips, and said: "I'm not feeling well, so I'll leave the table first, and everyone can do what they want."

After speaking, leave quickly.Everyone just said that after being too shocked and pleasantly surprised, they returned disappointed and needed time to calm down, so they never cared.What's more, today's protagonist is still here, so why worry?

In this way, the banquet is still active.

Fu Yu got up again, and congratulated: "Then congratulations to the Seventh Prince. The prince was worried that no one would appreciate the good sword. It seems that he was too worried. However, since Qi Zhi has recognized the Seventh Prince, I don't know if His Royal Highness will dislike it. Another small gift from the prince."

This was not what Fu Yu and Rong Mo had agreed upon at the beginning, but just Fu Yu's personal friendship.

Fu Yu laughed again: "Although it is not as good as Qizhi, it is still a rare product. Please don't dislike it, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"How come, thank you Que Guo for your kindness, brother Mingjin also took care of it."

Rong Mo hurriedly got up and refuted.Although it is inconvenient to express any personal feelings other than national friendship, it is still rare to show a sincere smile.

Rong Mo was indeed touched, abandoning national interests and superficial efforts, Fu Yu treated him well, like a brother.

Fu Yu can be regarded as Rong Mo's only friend who has been with him for ten years in the past 13 years and has a close personal relationship.

Rong Mo was really shocked when Fu Yu carried another wooden box from outside the hall and displayed it in front of everyone.

The people around couldn't help but wiped their eyes, and looked over in disbelief: "This is not as good as Qizhi? It's clearly as famous as him. Did the prince of Que really spend a lot of money this time?"

"His Royal Highness is also lucky to have such a good friend. This kind of friendship is really rare."

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With trembling hands slightly, Rong Mo approached the wooden box.

Fu Yu personally picked up a sword in the box, handed it to him, and couldn't help but worry: "How is it? Are you satisfied with the gift that brother picked this time? You have never had a good weapon, how about this one?"

Rong Mo nodded blankly, took it carefully, and reached out to touch it lightly: the snow-white sword body, made of silver iron, seemed to be full of cool and clear brilliance.It is indeed beautiful.

Rong Mo held his breath and looked at him intoxicated.He has been practicing swords for many years, but he has never had a saber he likes.However, Fu Yu solved a problem in his heart with such a big surprise.Such friends are indeed life and death intersects.

Rong Mo stroked the sword and couldn't help laughing.How could this sword be inferior to Qizhi?It is simply living together with Qizhi, but the owner of the sword is not comparable in the hearts of the people of Zhiguo.

"Jiaojiao gentleman, the dust of the world, does not reduce its brilliance"

In the Jiaoshi era, Danye and the sword held by the first emperor Rongqi founded the Kingdom of Zhi and the Qiyang Palace together.It's a pity that after Danye was bestowed dead by the first emperor because of his extravagant enjoyment, it was lost here.According to legend, it was the first emperor who missed the old love and took the Jiaoshi as a funeral object to sleep with Danye, but he would never be born today and reappear in the world.

That is, Dan Ye regarded Jiao Shi as his proud work in this life. If he listened to Fu Yu's evaluation, he would probably come back from the dead and kill this disrespectful and ignorant young man.

Rong Mo stopped smiling, calmed down, took a deep breath, and raised a just right smile: "Everyone, it's been a long night, please drink happily all day long, don't go home until you're drunk."

Suddenly a person stood up and said with a smile: "I have already heard that the Seventh Prince's dancing skills are superb, and it is widely rumored among the people that the Seventh Prince is 'a flick of a sleeve, so many hearts are broken'. I don't know if I can inherit Qizhi's love today, so I can see it." Woolen cloth?"

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Rong Mo raised his eyes and saw that the man was not a stranger.

The guests at the banquet were quiet for a while, and after a while, it became an uproar: "Tell me, is it because the Seventh Prince's luck is so bad that he can be involved in everything?"

"Maybe, but I'm more curious, will he really dance?"

"How is it possible? Who would do such a detrimental thing? Would you do it instead?" a person asked aggressively.

The person being questioned seemed to be very afraid of him, and hurriedly begged for forgiveness: "Of course I won't do it, it's just..."

The man showed envy on his face: "It is said that only very important guests can see it, at least they want to see the legendary dance."

Jian Yue, the servant of the household department, stood up from his seat, and while talking, glanced at his palms from time to time: "I have always liked dancing and music, and I have long seen the dancing posture of the Seventh Prince. I don't know, can I be lucky? Please, His Royal Highness, please help me. "

Jian Yue subconsciously glanced at Mu Yao who was beside him, but it was a pity that Mu Yao was staring at the Seventh Prince, his eyes were full of smiles, filled with coldness, he looked straight at His Highness the prince's cold glaring eyes without any hesitation, and provocatively challenged him. Mouth.

Jian Yue turned his head, followed his example, and stared at the two people who didn't know when they were clasping hands with disdain.

"Mu Yao has recently been demoted to be Minister of the Household Department, no, the position of Minister is only saved by Jian Yue's clarification. To him, this is tantamount to shame, and he must hate you so much."

Rong Mo whispered in Mo Xuan's ear, his warm breath intruding into his ear, Mo Xuan shook his head uncomfortably, his ears turned red unconsciously, and turned to look at the two people.

Rong Mo didn't know it, he stared straight back, there was not much emotion to be seen in his passionate eyes, his arms were crossed, full of boredom.

Although they wished to wipe out Mu Yao and his followers, they finally decided to save him.It's not that he was moved with compassion, but in all fairness, when he was the prime minister, although his political achievements were not outstanding, they were still remarkable.Even if he is despicable and accepts bribes, it will not hinder his intelligence.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish. These principles also apply to officialdom.Even if the emperor knows that the officials in the court are greedy for money, he will not control them too much. As long as they don't go too far and cause too much trouble, he will turn a blind eye and close one eye, and let it go.

Officials who are truly clean-sleeved cannot support their families and servants.Most of them are poor and destitute, and they don't have many friends in the court, only those admirers who don't know the details.

Mo Xuan pursed his lips and stared at the two of them sharply.If there is anything he is least willing to mention, it is his world-famous sword dance "Jinghong".

He didn't want to practice dancing at first, so it would be too frustrating for a man to imitate a boudoir and be a "dancing girl".

But the man forced him to learn to dance with her in order to please the guests.Every dance step is like stepping on the edge of a knife, with heart-wrenching pain and heaviness.

He always felt that he was like a puppet, letting him be manipulated by strings.But he was forced to smile like a flower, because if he cried, it would disturb the elegance of those people.

Not to mention the hands they trampled on him wantonly.Torture, really torture!

Why do they live so glamorously?Mo Xuan knelt in front of them, stretching his immature body.Why do they live so recklessly?

Why can't he die?Why must he be forced to suffer?Why must he be born?

She would certainly be doing just fine without him.She is still young and pretty, so she can marry someone she likes, or someone who likes her.That person can be a businessman, a scholar or a farmer.But she didn't do that.

She was full of hope and carried him all the time, looking forward to being redeemed.

So far, Mo Xuan has never understood: why didn't she leave him behind?It can't be because of the useless family and mother-child friendship. At most, life is too boring and I just want to find a companion.

After all, life in a brothel is really lonely, so let's treat it as companionship.

"Ziqing?"

Rong Mo turned his head, and was about to talk to Mo Xuan, but saw that his expression was unkind, so he couldn't help calling softly.All worries and comforts are buried in those two words.

Rong Mo has always thought that the word "Ziqing" is extremely beautiful, not because of his preference, but because of the most sincere thoughts in his heart.

Mo Ziqing, there is nothing more than Qing, really a beautiful meaning.Clearness is the best blessing, why is it given such a sad meaning by myself, and it is regarded as the cruelest hatred.The person who bestowed the letter clearly had deep love and deep affection, so he called him "Mo Ziqing".

Mo Xuan seemed to wake up quietly, and said, "It's nothing, I've already thought about a countermeasure."

Since that day when he publicly admitted that he was the "son of a whore", he had already thought about all the troubles that would happen in the future and was mentally prepared.He had also expected their provocative actions today.

It's just that she ruined Rong Mo's birthday again, and owed him another debt.

Mo Xuan closed his eyes, and after a while, he put on a smile, but his demeanor changed. It wasn't the gentleness and love that Rong Mo was used to, but the smile of a playboy.

Mo Xuan said: "This king is willing to perform dances for His Royal Highness, but it's just a pity that you don't have the blessing to enjoy it."

"Since dancing for the city, why are you afraid of exchanging your life?"

"Then please keep it in mind."

Mo Xuan said something softly, and before Rong Mo could hear it clearly, he laughed and said, "Since Mr. Minister Shi Lang invites you so enthusiastically, wouldn't it be disrespectful for me to push back any more?"

Mo Xuan slightly bent his lips, nodded politely to the guests present, then turned around and walked towards the side door.

Rong Mo couldn't help but rushed up and held his hand.

Mo Xuan turned around, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him.

Rong Mo moved his lips, but could only utter a few vague sounds.In the end, Rong Mo just followed his heart and raised a smile, saying: "Don't be afraid."

Don't worry, he's got it all sorted out.Even if he couldn't help but kill them, he could escape and get out of the way.He is not afraid of others saying he is mean, but he is afraid that something will happen to him.

Don't be afraid, if something goes wrong, I'm still by your side.As long as you are willing, I can accompany you to die a glorious death.

All of Rong Mo's exhortations and all his love are fused into that simple word.

"Well, I'm not afraid." Mo Xuan couldn't help softening his brows and eyes, squeezed his hand tightly, let it go again, and walked out of the hall.

From that moment on, he had never been afraid.Although he knew that he was holding on and warned himself: "Don't be afraid." But at the same time, he was looking forward to someone holding his hand tightly and telling him: "Don't be afraid."

Fortunately, I still encountered it.

That "Don't be afraid." became his only sustenance and concern.How lucky he was to meet him back then, even though he ruined his life, he redeemed himself.Just let him be despicable for once.

He once met a person in the vast crowd, so far, he has been thinking about him all his life.I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but Yiren is still bright.

After a stick of incense, in Qingzhi Hall——

"Will the Seventh Prince come back? At least give me an accurate word, let us wait here for him, what does it mean?"

Someone had already been impatiently waiting and couldn't help asking.

"Could it be that he ran away? After all, everyone knows his temperament!" One person laughed and booed while getting drunk.

Rong Mo felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, as if someone else was spying on his beloved.What was that Mo Ziqing who never met him back then like?

"That would be a pity. People who grew up in brothels must know some unknown charms. I really want to see and experience it." Jian Yue followed the man's words. He took a special look at Mu Yao.Seeing that his expression was the same, he turned his head in disappointment.

"That's right, the Seventh Prince's appearance is so thin and tender, but he was born so like a noble concubine. It must be even more beautiful when he dances."

Rong Mo silently broke the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and looked up at the person who spoke.After seeing the person's appearance clearly, I couldn't help but understand.

Zuo Kai, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, over fifty years old, but still only a fifth-rank minister, hated the world and cynical.He was originally a rascal in the market, but because of some small tricks such as pretending to be a ghost, fortune-telling and divination, he was appreciated by the former Minister of Rites and entered the court.

At the very beginning, he was just a miscellaneous boy in the Ministry of Rites, a petty official.Later, for some reason, he clings to the high branch of Muyao, and is promoted again and again, from Shangshu to fifth rank.

That's a villain, Rong Mo sneered disdainfully.

A big cancer, compared with Mu Yao, it is more than worse.He does not love beauty, is obsessed with power, is greedy for money, and has bent the law for personal gain for many years, but he has survived many disasters because of Mu Yao's protection.Who in the court doesn't want to get rid of it and make it fast.

Rong Mo continued to break the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and cut them carefully with his sword, thinking: Who would it be more cost-effective to throw at later?

Well, it's up to you.

Throwing the wooden block casually, it happened to hit that person.

"Hiss, who sneaked up on my servant!" Jian Yue exclaimed, wiping the blood from his forehead.

"Probably because you got confused and accidentally poked yourself." Mu Yao said indifferently, still staring at the movement outside the hall.

Jian Yue looked at him with some grievances, and turned back angrily.

"The Seventh Prince is back." Someone exclaimed, and turned everyone's eyes to the door.

It was indeed the Seventh Prince, but he didn't quite look like him either.

He was always a plain and clean person on weekdays, but he was wearing a very bright red dress, and even deliberately used rouge to draw the corners of his eyes, exaggerating the beauty of his red eyes.In a trance, she looks pretty like a woman.

Who is it like?Rong Mo thought in a daze, watching him dance lightly, it was really beautiful.

"It's like seeing the imperial concubine." Someone murmured, which aroused the reminiscence and echo of the veterans of the former court.

By the way, just like her.Rong Mo watched as Mo Xuan's figure gradually overlapped with the blurred face in his memory, but soon separated.

No, it's not like that either.Rong Mo had seen the famous imperial concubine several times at the gate of the palace, and it was just a glimpse.

She just followed the first emperor for a walk in the courtyard, and occasionally saw the eldest princess chasing colorful butterflies beside her father and queen, but she had never seen the seventh prince.

Or maybe I was too young to remember.But Rong Mo can be sure that in his few memories, there has never been a figure of the Seventh Prince.

The Seventh Prince was like a shadow everywhere in his childhood, but there was no trace to be found.

He didn't understand at first, but now he doesn't want to understand.

He felt distressed, the Seventh Prince seemed to be regarded as a symbol of her unbearable past, rejected and discarded by her.

Rong Mo stroked his heart, stared blankly at his dancing posture, couldn't help but burst into tears.

Rong Mo doesn't know how to dance, and has never been exposed to dancing, but he resonates with his dancing posture.Every dance, every beat is powerful and explosive, but all of them reveal tenacious vitality and fighting spirit.

All the struggles, unyielding and struggles, all the sorrows, pains and injustices of the past are presented in that dance.

As if inadvertently, a guard beside Rong Mo pulled out his sword and rushed forward, reaching Mu Yao's heart.He fell to the ground without any struggle or pain.

"Come here, Imperial Physician Xuan."

"Farewell, take her home and prepare for the funeral. I'm afraid it's hopeless."

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In the eighth year of Fengsheng Jiashen, on February [-]th, the former prime minister of Zhiguo was assassinated and killed

The author has something to say: Well, next, His Royal Highness and the others are finally going to get down to business.