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In the Qiyang Palace, in the Huaqing Garden——

Rong Mo stretched out his hand and broke off the most luxuriant branch of peach blossom in the garden, and casually grabbed a few petals from the blooming buds to play with, and then threw the stumped branches on the ground indifferently.

Rong Mo took a leisurely walk in the garden, his slender wooden clogs rolled over the nearly rotten peach blossom branches and leaves on the ground, the juice soaked the originally blackened soil, rendering it pink, as gorgeous as blood.

These few days are cold food and Qingming, followed by Xue Xiang's death day.

After she was bestowed to death by the emperor, she was decreed by the emperor to abolish the queen, and even her mother's family - the Xue family was also bestowed to death by him.

Afterwards, the emperor discarded her body in a mass grave because he disliked her.

If you are unfeeling and righteous, you may not be attached to it when you are affectionate;

I don't know, in the whole world, who can get his sincerity.

I'm afraid that the lucky one is miserable.

Thinking of the criminal evidence that Shan Fan found, Rong Mo couldn't help but sneer.

No matter what, for that person, the throne is the most important thing.

I don't know if he regretted sending the woman he loved away.

And so many years have passed, these pickled /臜/ things have long been ashes to ashes, dust to dust.However, Xue Xiang's body was gone.

Because in order to protect her body from any blasphemy and disrespect, Wei Xian bribed the contact person of the mass grave, exchanged Xue Xiang's body with another death row prisoner's body, and buried her in Huaqingyuan. Under a peach tree.

Fortunately, the emperor was very negligent in supervising the matter of burying the corpse, which gave Wei Xian an opportunity.

As for the peach tree, I don't know if Yuyan Kong died and was buried here, so it grew extraordinarily lush and beautiful.

Every year, Rong Mo would use the pretext of admiring flowers to come to Huaqing Garden to pay homage to his mother.

But Wei Xian, who had put in a lot of effort, just followed Rong Mo from a distance, and under the banner of "For Your Highness and Queen, be careful first", he came to take a look at Xue Xiang's tombstone.

Love words that have never been confided to the other party before death, let alone speak to an empty tombstone in tears after death, it is more practical to guard the surviving person and look forward to the person who has returned.

Rong Mo put the flowers and plants picked in the East Palace and Fengyi Palace under the shade of that tree. These flowers and plants were all taken care of by Xue Xiang himself during his lifetime.

After she died, Rong Mo took over her job.Although there is little leisure time, and Fengyi Palace was also closed after the Queen's death.But Rong Mo still took time out every one or two days to prune the branches and leaves, water the flowers and trees and so on.

Despite such neglect, the flowers grow unevenly, but at least there are still a few flowers that can only be sold every year.

Although the queen mother often thinks he is clumsy, it adds to the chaos.But since she died, I have also corrected this problem. I am no longer so impatient, but I can calm down and serve those flowers and trees. I don't know if it is an improvement.

Rong Mo knelt at the root of the peach tree and kowtowed respectfully three times.

His queen mother was buried as a sinner, but he didn't even dare to set up a tombstone to commemorate her, even if he cried for her once in a while.

His father assigned an attendant to follow him anytime and anywhere, in fact, he was monitoring him in disguise.

That person was following the emperor's order, staring at him all the time, supervising his words and deeds, reminding him in a different way: "Your mother is a sinner. How could that crazy woman be a queen? Her existence It’s just discrediting the royal family, do you remember? Huh?”

Even Rong Shu, during the two years when his mother died, kept asking him, do you have a mother?

At the beginning, Rong Mo always answered stubbornly, yes, and she was, and she was, a very good mother, but unfortunately, she was killed by my fatuous father.

Every time he answered like this, what he got afterwards was a slap from Rong Shu without hesitation.And a beating under the supervision of several eunuchs.

Later, Rong Mo learned to be good, and no longer intentionally provoke his father.On the contrary, he replied along with his words, no more.

Then, add another sentence in your heart, because she has already been killed by you.

But the emperor was still very vigilant, and he didn't fully believe it until three or four years later, Rong Mo had no rebellious heart.

But where is he no longer rebellious, it's just that he learned to be smart and decided to put away his sharp claws and a hurting heart that was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

He has always remembered this incident, his memory has always been good, and he basically remembers everything, let alone such a big change.

He remembered that his father, the king, hadn't been to Fengyi Palace for a long time, but on that day, on April 4th, he suddenly said that he was going to Fengyi Palace.

The queen mother, of course, was unsuspecting, and happily agreed, and specially changed into a dress that she hadn't worn for a long time, or a wedding dress.This is the only bright red dress worn by the queen mother.

The queen mother sat nervously in front of the dressing table, putting on makeup for herself, and tremblingly drew her eyebrows, and quickly wiped and repainted.

There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and the worry hidden between her brows was all diluted by the radiant joy on her face, and she kept asking him, does it look good, will he like it?

Yes, I will.How can anyone not like you?

There are so many people in the world who like Xue Xiang, but she only loves the most ungrateful one.

He also remembered that his mother that day was like a young girl in her arms, shy and charming, sitting at the dining table, waiting anxiously for her father.

But he came late in a hurry, and he didn't know if he hesitated because of what he was about to do.

But no matter how he defended, Rong Mo knew that he was just indifferent, because he didn't love her anymore, so he was so slack and indifferent.

Rong Mo was ordered by the queen mother to stay in the room, I thought your father had something to do.Therefore, he hid in the bedroom and watched secretly.

Rong Mo could clearly see the disheveled clothes on Rong Shu's body, the impatience on his face, and the flash of light in his arms, probably from bracelets, bracelets and the like!

They were sitting at the dinner table, talking affectionately. In fact, it was the queen mother who was happily chatting alone, while the father was only in a state of depression, and responded with a few words.

Slowly, the queen mother also noticed his indifference, and she kept speaking in a softer voice, and finally stopped and stopped helplessly, and closed her mouth.

But the father held her face in his hands, looked at it carefully and said something, which made the mother's face very pale and bloodless.

She argued at a very fast speed, and finally he took out a dagger from his arms and slowly twirled it in his hand.

Rong Mo keenly sensed that something was wrong, and rushed towards Xue Xiang very quickly, but he didn't notice the relieved smile on the corner of the mother's mouth.

All he knew was that a warm liquid splashed on his face, and that he screamed when he didn't know when.

That's weird, why was she laughing then?He didn't even notice at the time, she was laughing.

But when he recalled this detail, he could always think of her smile, a peaceful smile that finally survived the catastrophe.

Xue Xiang left voluntarily, and Rong Mo could clearly feel it.

But why?

She was obviously only in her thirties, just the right age for Fanghua.

At that time, Rong Mo was still young, and she was only in the age of dancing spoons, so her protection was probably indispensable.

After she left, Rong Mo's life became even more difficult.

Rong Mo really couldn't get angry at his hastily leaving.

She was too tired to live and left, that's all.

In the future, if she walks alone, she must live a glamorous life in order to live up to her expectations.

"His Royal Highness, someone is here." Wei Xian turned his head and was about to take a rest when he vaguely saw a vague figure.Wei Xian began to call in a low voice, Rong Mo seemed to be in deep thought.

He stood up quickly and walked out of the garden as if nothing had happened. It seemed that he was nothing more than an ordinary flower viewing visitor.

"His Royal Highness." The man lowered his head and called out in a low voice, a small black mole was dotted at the end of his eyes.

He called out casually, recalling his identity, Lin Shengli's young apprentice, the head of the Imperial Horse Supervisor, Lin Xiaoye.

And, something interesting that he recently investigated.

Because of these, Shan Fan almost lost his life, but somehow he succeeded.

However, Rong Mo paused, Yu Majian?

He happened to have a troublesome thing recently, and he lacked someone to do it. As long as he was working in the Yumajian, it was enough to be willing to charge him with a crime, but there was only a shortage of manpower.

Moreover, this person is obviously the best candidate.

Success or failure is also for their own benefit.

I just don't know, whether he is willing or not.

Rong Mo looked down at him: "Lin Xiaoye?"

"Yes." He still did not raise his head, staring stubbornly at the ground, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Rong Mo helped him up, whispered a few words into his ear, and called out another name softly.

Lin Xiaoye raised her head abruptly, showing surprise on her face, and then smiled lightly.

He replied cautiously: "The servant will consider it."

"That's good." Rong Mo nodded, without rushing, turned around, and was about to leave.

But Lin Xiaoye stopped him again: "Wait, the servant is done thinking about it."

"your anwsrs is?"

"A slave will do it, just ask Your Highness to say goodbye to the master for me." Lin Xiaoye quickly gave the answer, then turned and left.

When Rong Mo went out, he saw an unexpected visitor.

The man had obviously seen him too, and his face was beaming with joy.

She picked up her clothes and ran towards him quickly: "His Royal Highness, wait, I have something to tell you."

But Rong Mo turned around decisively and left. At this time, Ziqing was already waiting for him in the Palace of the Seventh Prince.

Therefore, he didn't really want to waste too much time with Zuo Silu, the daughter of Zuo Cabinet, one of the imperial cancers.

What's more, the palace has already fully informed that Zuo Silu is not allowed to enter the palace again, and it is not known how she got in.

It stands to reason that Rong Mo has already reached the year of weak crown this year, and he has already been married, but all the matchmakers who proposed marriage were rejected by him one by one.

Rong Mo himself has a very flamboyant temperament, he likes to be alone, and he doesn't want to hide it, even if the capital is full of storms, he won't care.

But even with such a big rumor, the matchmakers of those unwilling noble ladies are still in an endless stream.

These forced Rong Mo to hang up a wooden sign, which read squarely: "Your Highness is unwell, not suitable for seeing guests", making him look like a young man in a brothel, very annoying.

Rong Mo quickened his pace and detoured towards a path beside Huaqing Garden.

This is also what his mother told him, a little-known path that she and her childhood playmates found next to Huaqing Garden when they were playing in the palace.

So in order to commemorate him, my mother took him to see it later, not to see it, but to survive.

Seeing that he was gone, Zuo Silu hurriedly chased after him, but no matter what, he couldn't find him.

She can only stomp her feet and grit her teeth. She has been spoiled by others since she was a child, even in Zhiguo.How could she be slapped in the face again and again, how could she be willing to do this?

Rong Mo handed the palace plaque to the guards guarding the Xuanwu Gate, while trying to look out.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what was going on outside.

The palace walls were bottomless, and he always wanted to escape to get some air, so as not to be suffocated inside, and spend his whole life in silence.

Why would you want to meet someone so much?

It's like treating him as light, enduring the darkness instinctively, but still yearning for the light.

Rong Mo blinked, a little amused by his own imagination.

Mo Xuan really can't be called light, he can be a shadow, but not light.In a sense, they are the same kind.

He didn't know what Mo Xuan meant to him?

It's just that once he left, there would be no one else in this world like him, who would touch his whole body and flesh, and every step he took would hurt his heart, but he was willing to do so.

Rong Mo took the token, and the guard opened the door for him, and the prosperous beauty of Chang'an City appeared in front of him, rotten and dark yet dazzling.

"Rong Mo."

"Hey, Ziqing." Hearing this familiar voice, Rong Mo subconsciously responded, and laughed at himself: I'm really fascinated, no matter who I listen to, the voice looks like him.

Even though he was thinking like this, he still raised his head, only to see a familiar figure.

Startled, Rong Mo jumped at him.

Over the past few years, he has grown from a young man to a man in a trance, half a head taller than Mo Xuan, a very handsome man.

Rong Mo and Mo Xuan sat on the bumpy carriage, Mo Xuan listened to the movement outside the window, and looked out.

Mo Xuan suddenly said: "An Ji, stop the car."

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Lou Xun didn't understand, so he was silent for a moment, and followed Mo Xuan's order, tightening the reins.

Rong Mo stepped out of the sedan chair with one foot, and helped Mo Xuan off the horse.

Mo Xuan laughed, but still stretched out his hand to Rong Mo.

Satisfied, Rong Mo led him off the sedan chair and led Mo Xuan forward.

When they stepped across the corner of the Chang'an city wall, Mo Xuan suddenly grabbed Rong Mo.

He turned his head to look, and only saw a group of beggars in ragged clothes, squatting in the corner and eating half a dirty steamed bun.

Rong Mo unobtrusively hooked the corners of his lips and stood behind him.

Mo Xuan sighed slightly, and walked forward groping.

Rong Mo was about to step forward to support him, but he stopped him by shaking his head.

Mo Xuan stubbornly walked forward slowly, knelt down in front of a blind man playing the violin, and put the money bag in front of him.

Mo Xuan said softly: "My father always liked to play "Snow in the Spring" before his death. Both my sister and I loved to fall asleep listening to this song. He has been gone for 20 years. I wonder if you can play this song for me again. Song, so that I can think of him logically."

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at the bag of money without a trace, then closed his eyes with the presence of an old god, half-closed his eyes, and there was a greedy light in his eyes.

He stroked the strings with one hand and plucked them slightly, and when he plucked the strings, a clear and clear sound came out. Although he looked downcast, his skills were unambiguous.

His nimble fingers flicked on the strings, making melodious ancient tunes.

Hearing the familiar tone, Mo Xuan couldn't help but chanted the words softly, but his heart was clouded.

This tune was the last ancient tune that Mo Ling taught him during his lifetime. The day after he learned to play this tune, Mo Ling died in a well-planned assassination.No witnesses, no witnesses.

At that time, he was also playing this piece, sitting on the stage of Qingzhi Hall to perform.

At this time, a eunuch ran in in a panic, saying that the Huaqing Garden was on fire. Everyone was silent for a moment, and then there was a turmoil.

It was his father who reacted first and ordered the guards beside him to go to Huaqing Garden to fight the fire.

Then, Mo Xuan saw a familiar eunuch walking towards Mo Ling, took out a small knife from his bosom, and pierced her abdomen without hesitation.

Mo Ling's mouth was tightly covered by the eunuch, and he couldn't make any sound. He could only look at him with helpless eyes, and there was a light of pleading in his eyes.

But he, her only hope, didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for her death.

Soon, Mo Ling realized that Mo Xuan had no intention of saving her at all.As a result, the light in her eyes dimmed again, and then turned into a trace of resentment and relief.

And after she died, she was randomly thrown into the mass grave by several guards, which can be regarded as giving her the last respect.

Rong Mo stood behind him, listening quietly.Mo Xuan's song is not very beautiful, the lingering sound is just plain, and there is a bit of hoarseness beyond his age.

Taste it carefully again, and there is no trace.

Strange to say, once he sang, he was completely different from the gentle and shy person he knew, and he really looked like an elder who had grown up with Rong Mo for many years.

This almost made Rong Mo feel a bit frustrated, it was as if the image he had worked so hard for had collapsed to the ground.

As the tune of "Yangchun Baixue" filled the crowd, more and more beggars put down the food in their hands and looked at them intently. No, their eyes were like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, finally looking for it in winter. Like frozen prey, they are hungry and can't wait to tear them apart.

But at the moment he found it, it turned into a dead silence with no waves, a kind of silence that sees through life and death, very suitable for the eyes of a soldier, the eyes of a pioneer who will sprint to the goal without thinking about himself.

When Rong Mo saw this look in his eyes, he covered his face in satisfaction, and wept and laughed silently. After many years, he finally found the look in his mother's eyes, but at this moment.

After Mo Xuan finished reciting the song in a low voice, he bowed to the old man and hurried back.

Rong Mo took his hand and said in a low voice: "Wrong way, Ziqing, the Seventh Prince's Mansion is here."

Rong Mo's hand went over his waist, almost encircling him in his arms, and put his lips close to his ear: "Don't move, let me hug you."

He said, while writing on his hand, he warned the peddler on the street beside him with his eyes, and the peddler who painted the sugar figure immediately pushed his car away.

Mo Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Is it the imperial palace?"

Rong Mo's breath was entwined behind his ears, and to outsiders, it was like rubbing against his ears.

Rong Mo: "I don't know, it doesn't seem to be the hidden guards of the palace. They will leave quickly when they see me. I don't know if they are too relieved of me."

After finishing speaking, he sneered, not knowing whether it was mocking himself, or full of bitterness.

Mo Xuan understood, put his arms around his waist tightly, and asked: "Then shall we go home next, or go to track down their whereabouts?"

home?Rong Mo recited these two words silently. He has indeed often stayed in the Seventh Prince's Mansion recently.

He never felt that the Seventh Prince's Mansion was his home, just as the East Palace was not his home, it was just his habitat.

The two of them have done everything together, but Rong Mo still feels vain.

Today, after hearing Mo Xuan mention a "home", he had a real feeling.

Every time Rong Mo returned to the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Mo Xuan was alone, just waiting for him with a pot of tea in the courtyard.

A person is waiting for another person to come to a place, and that place is probably called "home".

Rong Mo lowered his head so that he could kiss Mo Xuan's forehead. He kissed his brow and whispered, "Let's go home."

This sound was so tender that Mo Xuan unconsciously stretched his eyebrows.

In the early morning of the next day, in the Qianqing Palace——

Rong Mo straightened his skirt, standing out among a group of old and dignified veterans.

Rong Mo lowered his eyes and suppressed the light in his eyes.He has always been used to being restrained, he can't be too dazzling, he will be jealous because of the emperor's suspicion, and he can't be too tolerant and low-key, he will be reprimanded as useless by the officials.

So every step he takes, every word he says must be carefully considered by him, and he moves forward like walking on thin ice.

"It's up, it's up!" Several eunuchs walked into the waiting courtyard with gongs and drums at the top of their voices.

In fact, they didn't like to do this job. Logically speaking, this job was the closest job to the emperor and court ministers besides the guards guarding the Qianqing Palace.

But usually, it is not easy to see the emperor.What's more, the ministers who go to the court will usually prepare their manuscripts in this courtyard. If they are disturbed rashly, they will probably be treated as experimental products by the angry ministers and scolded bloody.

That's why they are really envious of Lin Xiaoye. He can work in the leisurely horse guard, and he only needs to brush the horse's hair and feed the fodder every day. It's easy to take care of hundreds of horses. laid back.

This kid just hung up the unlucky red lantern by mistake and was caught by the manager, yet he actually appreciated him. I don't know what kind of good luck it was, but he was able to spend his days leisurely like this.

What's more, he is a horse inspector.The emperor seldom inspected the situation of the royal horses, but as long as he used snacks, he could have good results. At this time, the emperor was happy, and he could become a celebrity in his eyes.

All the high-ranking eunuchs in history more or less started as horse-washing supervisors, even Director Lin.

The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs clasped his hands, and slowly fished into the Qianqing Hall.

With his head down, Rong Mo walked to the front of the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs and waited quietly.

Lin Shengli walked out of the apse, holding a whisk in his hand, with a high crown on his head, his hair was already graying, and announced loudly: "Ascension to the imperial court!"

The civil and military ministers knelt neatly and said loudly, "Good luck, Your Majesty."

Lin Shengli: "If you have something to play, you will leave the court if you have nothing to do!"

After saying that, Lin Shengli glanced at the emperor indistinctly, and saw that he half-closed his eyes, resting his head on his hand, and half-dream and half-awake, he glanced at all the civil and military officials, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was already very sleepy.

Rong Shu has been in a poor mental state and slack in body for the past two years, but no matter how the imperial physician diagnoses and checks, he can't find any problems.

In desperation, the imperial physician could only try to prescribe some prescriptions to boost the spirit without harming the body, but it was of no avail.

Rong Shu is still what others say, and he is trapped by himself.In the past two years, Rong Shu's visits to court have become less and less frequent, and the intervals between them have become longer and longer.

Seeing the silence of the civil and military officials, Lin Shengli put away his whisk and stepped back.

At this time, a voice full of air came from among the civil and military officials: "Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

Rong Shu reluctantly opened his eyes, glanced at the yellow vines coming out of the crowd, and waved his hand: "Zuo!"

Huang Tengzhong: "Recently, I have received a military report from the troops stationed on the frontier. The soldiers from the scattered countries in the northwest have started to move again, and they have repeatedly crossed the northwest border to harass our soldiers and civilians. I hope that the emperor will send more soldiers to the northwest to cheer up the hearts of the soldiers and people in the northwest. "

"I don't agree with the truth!" Yan Qi, who took over as Mu Yao's phase, took the lead in objecting.

He has always thought highly of himself, and he hates the military officer's temperament of fighting when he disagrees with him. He has always been at odds with Huang Tengzhong, who is the Minister of the Ministry of War. No matter whether his words are good or bad, he will always object first. some.

Yan Qi clasped his hands together and said, "The leader of the alliance of scattered countries in the northwest has signed a peace treaty with our country for more than ten years, and has been very peaceful. He has received such information a few times before, and hastily sent troops to The discovery was a false alarm, and it was just that the residents of the Northwest District crossed the border to buy daily necessities from our army.

"Huang Shilang, how do you know it's not like this this time? Besides, spring hunting is just around the corner, when troops are in short supply. If you send troops to the northwest at this time, you will be putting the safety of the emperor, prince and colleagues at risk. Your majesty, old minister Please think twice."

"You..." Huang Teng has a straight temper, no wrong intentions, and has always been stupid. Whenever he is misunderstood or maliciously slandered, he is too anxious to speak. He is indeed a good subordinate and loyal, but he can only fight, not Even if you are a general, you cannot be a staff officer.

So, after so many years, Rong Shu didn't promote him very much, but just tried to help him when he couldn't hold on.

Rong Mo had no choice but to hide his face. Normally, he would not participate in these quarreling conversations, but this time he really needed the emperor's consent.But Rong Shu replied again: "Prime Minister Yan is right."

So, Rong Mo walked out of the team and said loudly: "Father, forgive me for not daring to agree with what the prime minister said."

"Young boy." Yan Qi snorted lightly, not knowing whether it was a compliment or a derogation.

Rong Mo's eyes darkened, then he returned to normal, and smiled slightly: "I dare not agree with this statement."

The civil and military officials let out a good-natured laugh, and Rong Mo said unhurriedly: "The treaty between our country and the scattered countries was signed under an extremely disgraceful background. I think Mr. Zhang has a deep understanding of this."

Startled, Zhang Cherui looked up at Rong Mo, then nodded silently.

Rong Mo: "At that time, our country was seriously injured, and we could no longer fight with it, so we had no choice but to seek peace. That's why the residents in the northwest have the confidence to dare to cross the border of our country many times, unscrupulously disturbing our army's rest, inspection, This is one of them.

"Chen Mo, under the leadership of the leader of the Sanguo Alliance, General Chen always likes to use strange skills and tricks, no one can tell whether the previous lies about the military situation are his tricks, this is the second.

"As for the third..."

Rong Mo paused deliberately, seeing that the civil and military officials had no intention of objecting, and slowly said the last one: "Because the enemy knows that our country's spring hunting is coming, they will definitely transfer troops from all over the country back to the capital, so they know that at this moment The troops in the northwest are empty, and there is an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"So if the enemy wants to start a war, they will definitely choose this time. Therefore, I implore my father to accept Huang Tengzhong's request and send troops to the northwest to strengthen defense and strengthen the country's prestige."

Although Rong Mo's three reasons are not long-winded, they hit the nail on the head and pinched Rong Shu's vital point, so that he could not say "no" anyway, and could only wave his hands: "Well, then listen to the servant The Ministry of Restriction of Armed Forces will submit the plan and papers on this matter to the cabinet tomorrow."

"Lin Shengli, retreat!"

Lin Shengli cleared his throat, and was about to announce loudly, another one of them said: "Your Majesty, I still have something to report."

Rong Shu took a closer look, it was Wen Han again, he had just taken over as Minister of the Household Department recently.

Wen Han: "The refugees in the city have nowhere to live. I implore the emperor to build a shelter and provide them with housing and food."

Rong Shu interrupted him without worry: "No need to say more, I know it well, Lin Shengli!"

"Retreat!"

"Sir, please retire!"

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"Ahem." Mo Xuan sat on the bumpy carriage, ready to go to the spring hunting grounds.

He was already very pale, and coupled with the fact that he was driving unsteadily on the cobbled road all the way, his face became even paler.

Lou Xun, who was driving, inevitably slowed down worriedly, and said worriedly, "Seventh Prince, are you okay? How about we..."

"Anji, I'm fine, so it's better to be there as soon as possible."

After the seventh prince said that, Lou Xun couldn't say anything more, so he could only sigh in a low voice: "I hope the prince knows, at least he has a sense of proportion to his illness."

After speaking, he reined in the reins, and galloped to the suburbs of the forest.

Mo Xuan stretched out his stiff fingers, moved them slightly, and the tingling sensation came out clearly.

He frowned slightly, and reached out to fetch the teacup on the table, but accidentally dropped it on the ground, the water splashed all over the ground, and it became a flower.

Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing wryly, and said in a low voice, "How could there be counts?"

He already knew that his energy had been exhausted, and he was hanging on with Lou Xun's soup, and he didn't know how long he could last.

But Mo Xuan is really not reconciled, Rong Shu persecuted him to such a situation - the vengeance has not been avenged; the young man has not yet ascended the throne, and I have not been able to assist him in governing the world - the ambition has not been paid; I still have a wishful thinking that has not come true ——The love is not complained.

There are still these concerns alive in the world, how dare I go one step ahead?

After all, I still can't bear to part with that young man who always greets me with a smile, but most of them are hypocritical.For him, I have lived until now.

Lou Xun sighed softly, he thought he knew the seventh prince's body best.Because after Huoshi left, the seventh prince's body has been taken care of by him.

Therefore, he is very clear about the situation of the Seventh Prince.It's just that, if it's clear, it's clear, but even Lou Xun can't be all Mo Xuan's pulse, chaotic and disorganized,

He himself was inherently weak, and he continued to take medicine, taking poison to support him, his tendons had already been torn to pieces.

According to the body of ordinary people, it is impossible for ordinary people to live to the present.

Lou Xun has some headaches, what's the matter?When will their Seventh Palace be free enough to take care of the affairs of the Eastern Palace? ——Oh, yes, since the master, no, the ancestor took office.

Lou Xun stopped the carriage, Mo Xuan patted Lou Xun's hand that was about to help him, and got out of the carriage stubbornly: "The king is gone."

He reached out and rubbed Lou Xun's head, smiling very warmly, as if nothing had happened.

Lou Xun couldn't help laughing, what's the matter?It's not a big deal, but it's the Seventh Prince!

He came from such a difficult predicament, how could he not be able to bear it?

Mo Xuan turned around, his smile froze instantly, his face turned cold, and he walked forward.

Mo Xuan coughed a few times, his face gradually turned red.

Lin Shengli saw Mo Xuan's tall figure from a distance, and immediately said loudly: "The Seventh Prince is here!"

Rong Shu stood up from the chair, Rong Mo also quickly turned around, and immediately went up to meet him.

With a smirk, Rong Shu affectionately held the cold fingertips of the Seventh Prince, and said softly: "The Seventh Prince is finally here. In this way, everyone is here."

Mo Xuan frowned, and replied politely: "Your brother is late, please forgive me."

Rong Shu: "Where is it? It would be great if the seventh brother can come. The archery of the seventh brother has always been superb. This spring hunting, please be merciful and save some face for the emperor."

Mo Xuan curled his lips into a smile, noncommittal.

Rong Mo seemed impatient, took Mo Xuan's hand, and said with a smile on his face: "If you have nothing to say, father, then my son and uncle will go first."

Not only is Mo Xuan a bit funny, little bastard, you know how to call him uncle at this time, and you know how to respect your teacher?On weekdays, Ziqing, who is it that Ziqing calls him like that, and always acts like a baby with him?

Rong Shu's smile froze, but he quickly reacted, and waved to them lovingly: "Well, you and the emperor are young people, so they naturally like to play together. I'm such a bad old man, so don't bother me you guys."

Rong Mo smiled slightly, pretending to be unintentional, and replied: "Yeah, I like being 'together' with him very much, and thank you Father for making it happen."

He deliberately put the emphasis on "together". Before Rong Shu could react, he laughed frivolously and walked to the shooting range with Mo Xuan.

Rong Mo turned around, held Mo Xuan's hand, and rubbed it gently with his knuckles.

After a while, he looked at Mo Xuan with some reproach: "Why are you wearing such thin clothes? Lou Xun didn't know what to look at. With the name of the housekeeper of the Seventh Prince's House, he didn't know how to add a piece of clothing for the master. "

He scolded Lou Xun, and it was mostly rambling, but he kept staring at Mo Xuan.

During the five years they were together, he and Mo Xuan had quarreled thousands of times about this issue.Basically, every time Rong Mo saw him go out, he would have such a big fight.

In the end, it was exhausting.Rong Mo asked to calm down, and then each of them discussed a compromise method: "Mo Xuan can match it as he likes, provided that Rong Mo has never seen it, or never known about it. If we meet, Rong Mo has the right to nag , and do whatever you want, whatever it is.”

Therefore, Rong Mo is hiding a knife in his smile now.

Mo Xuan was helpless: "Since you know it well, why do you have to be sarcastic and comfort yourself?"

Rong Mo was not ashamed, on the contrary, he said very seriously: "This is really something to mention, lest I dare, no one dares to look at Ziqing."

Mo Xuan hooked his neck, and Rong Mo said softly, "Ziqing, I want to hug him and hold him high."

Mo Xuan kissed his forehead without any shyness, then bit his lower lip, and said vaguely: "Don't make trouble."

Rong Mo stretched out his hand to support Fu Moxuan's waist, his eyes darkened, but he still resisted the urge to kiss him deeply, until he couldn't breathe, and died here together.

Although he acts high-profile and shows off to the fullest, he doesn't deliberately show his life in front of others. It's just that he has been getting annoyed by being pestered recently, and he really wants those people to see that he is in charge.

Some love stories are just for him to listen to alone, why must he proclaim how happy he is in front of others?

Rong Mo suddenly smiled and said: "Since Ziqing is here, I don't know how to get along with Gu. Huang Tengzhong has been boasting to us all the time.