: 274. Death, revenge of Mo Jingqi

274. Death, revenge of Mo Jingqi
Because of the words of Mo Jingqi, all of them left the dormitory and left the last time to himself. No one knows what the emperor, who has been busy for a lifetime, seems to have done nothing, wants to write in the last time.
Ink repaired holding Mo Xiaobao and holding Ye Liu in the hands of Dachang Princess and Hua Guogong. Today, the real old man in this country will only have these two. Everyone else walked behind and not far behind. At this moment, naturally no one has the mood to turn around and go out. The emperor’s widow was still held in the hands of the empress, and there were also the great princess Hua Guogong and Ding Wang Hu, naturally no one had the method of stalking from it. But they also don't have the shackles to go.
The group sat down in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden. The pavilion is not big. The only ones sitting inside are the long princess Hua Guogong and the ink repairing and glazing. Hua Guogong’s smile, Mo Xixiu, was sitting on the knees of Mo Xiu’s knees. He was a clever ghost of Mo Xiaobao’s smile:
Ding Wang’s look in the past few years is much better than in Beijing.
He nodded and smiled: "A few years have not seen, the old country is still healthy." Hua Guogong shook his head and sighed: "Older..."
There was some quietness in the pavilion. For a while, the Chinese government asked: "What are the plans for Ding Wang in the future?"
In the case of ink repair, there were some accidents. Looking up at Hua Guogong, he raised his eyebrows: "Is the old country not persuading me?"
Hua Guogong shook his head, and some helplessly said: "Since this game has been broken, why is it going to repeat the same mistakes. The broken mirror is not a slap in the face. What's more... The big Chu has bound the King's Palace for too long, and now the dragon is flying in the sky. No matter whether it is a success or failure, it is not that any manpower can be turned around. Is the king saying that it is?" Ink repaired a smile, but did not admit it but did not deny it. Although Hua Guogong has been fighting for the battlefield for a lifetime, it does not mean that he does not understand politics. It is a great intention for the people of the Chu family and even the courtiers of the Dingwangfu to return to the Great Chu, but it is a huge blow to the officials of the Mohist army and the Dingwangfu. Even if Murray is a family member of Dingwangfu, it is impossible to make such a decision without regard to his subordinate mood.
Hua Guogong waved his hand: "The old man is not the future glory of His Royal Highness, but he must have the power of the king and Wang Hao and many capable people to assist, and will certainly not live up to the wishes of the ancestors of the Mohist dynasties." What is your wish? Unifying the world, calming the Quartet and bringing the nations to the DPRK. In the history of the palace, there have been more than one stunning figure with such ability. However, they all succumbed to sand and sand for various reasons.
"Old Guogong..." The princess was a little surprised. Hua Guogong will not come to persuade the ink repairing her to know, but listening to Hua Guogong’s words at this time is actually very confident about the future of Mojiajun and Dingwangfu. You have to know... Nowadays, from the big situation, the palace is not dominant.
Hua Guogong shook his head and smiled: "The long princess, we are all old. The future thing is still young." The long princess stunned and looked at Hua Guogong with a white hair and frowns. I am full of frowning hands. Isn't it... they are old, and can they toss a few days? Nothing...
In the end, Mo Jingqi was still dead. Whether it was for the Son of Man to be a father, he was a father, and even a man was a failure. Therefore, before the temporary, he did not ask for the children and grandchildren to mourn around the knees. All the people were driven out, and they swallowed their last breath in the empty sleeping hall.
When the people received the obituary's obituary and rushed back to the dormitory, they went to the bed and went to bed. The upper part of the bedding and clothing were almost dyed dark red by the blood, his eyes still squatting, looking at the gorgeous dragons on the bed. The long princess sighed and went up to raise his hand and closed his eyes. "Go, go outside and listen to the will."
There was a heavy bell in the imperial city, and it was revealed that the emperors of the world had died.
"Fengtian carrier, Emperor Zhaoyun: ... Lihuang ten son Mo Yunyun for the emperor. The position of the abolition of the Prince is Qin Wang. Qin Wangsheng mother Liu Guifei, funeral." The Queen's voice was dull outside the dormitory, and everyone was horrified In the look of the Queen, the Queen finally sat down on the side of the Queen’s Eyes and frowned. In the Queen’s heart, the intuition was not good. I only listened to the Queen’s faint reading of the last sentence.
The Queen Mother... is the emperor’s funeral.
"Is this impossible?!" The Queen’s face was sullen, and stood up and screamed.
It’s you! Did you tamper with the emperor’s widow?

For the content of the will, the Queen is not at all surprised. It’s just that she has been used to the calm expression, but it seems to have changed. Faintly said: "The will is the emperor who handed it over to the courtiers in front of everyone. After that, the courtiers did not leave the eyes of everyone. Please also check the Queen Mother."
Everyone is silent, isn’t it? So many people stare at so many eyes. Not to mention that the Queen is an ordinary woman who does not have martial arts. Even if she has any skills, how can she expect that the emperor will hand over the will to her or prepare a copy first.
"No... this is impossible! The royal family will not do this! It is ridiculous... How can the emperor die in the ancient times to have a mother to be buried?!" The Queen Mother would not believe it. There has been no such rule since ancient times, but the testament is to make the Queen Mother bury the emperor. It’s not rude to say so. The other side of the Liu family will also fall to the ground. His grandson failed to be the emperor and his daughter was buried. This sudden shock made this old man who had been in the hall for a lifetime can't stand it.
And another party, from now on, will be the king of the ten emperors of the world, all the people are stunned to the ten princes on the ground. The ten princes are only seven years old this year. The mother is only a palace lady who is lucky to be lucky. After giving birth to the ink cloud, I was not favored, but just sealed a noble person. In these years, the mother and the child lived in the palace like ghosts, and almost everyone forgot them. But now... this stunned child gets something that everyone has missed and missed.
Ink repaired the ten-faced ten-faced emperor, and the lips evoked a meaningful smile. Faintly said: "Since the will has been read, the rest of the matter has nothing to do with the king. The king has gone." Once again, the king became bigger and he did not intend to intervene in the Dachu government. On the other hand, Mo Jingli’s heart was slightly relieved, and nodded:
Ding Wang slowly.

Ink repaired his smile like a smile, holding Mo Xiaobao and holding Ye Liu turned out to go to the palace. As for what happens in the palace, it has nothing to do with them.
Out of the palace, the streets of the capital have been adorned with white cloth, and the glory of the past is also covered in awe-inspiring black and white. The emperor died and the country mourned. Even if the emperor did not see the people's hearts, the people still had to wear filial piety, ban songs and dances, and banned marriage to express their condolences to the emperor.
Dingwangfuli naturally has no such strict rules, but some obvious red and purple things have been taken down, and all the people in the mansion are still the same. Although they are now in the capital, they are no longer a big Chu people. It is just like the south of Xiling, and it can only be regarded as a guest. Naturally, guests do not need such strict rules.
Going back to the yard and sitting down, Mo Xiuzhen is rare and somewhat lost. Ye Liu sat down beside him and asked softly: "What happened to the repair? Tired?" Mo Xiu shook his head and took her into his arms and held it tightly. He took a deep breath: "I was thinking ...Mo Jingqi is not too easy to die..." According to the idea of ​​Mo Xiuzhen a few years ago, he would never have let Mo Jing pray for such an easy death. He wants to pay for the sight of the ink, or the same thing that he cares about, the fragmentation of his country, and even the breaking of the palace. If not, he has a thousand ways to get the life of Mo Jingqi when he gets the truth of his father's death.
Even this time, he wanted to save the idea that Mo Jingqi continued to torture him. But in the end he gave up on this idea.
Ye Li sighed softly, looked up and inked and asked: "Do you think that Mojing is not enough to die?"
Ink repaired his head and thought about it. Before the death of Mo Jing, he was afraid that except for not going to the country to break the palace, the lost ones have already been lost. Even if it is a big Chu, he has arranged for the tenth son to succeed and he is afraid that he will not have any hope. Therefore, even if you die, you can't compare your eyes. In this way, it is miserable that Mo Jingqi is indeed dead. Perhaps... the current loss is just because Mo Jingqi’s horror in today’s horror is not the one he has to do, but only the regrets.
"We hate the enemies we should hate and let them get the punishment they deserve. But I don't want you to let this hate taint your heart. It doesn't make sense to hate a dead person. If you still don't Satisfied, I will accompany you into the palace to pray the body of the ink, and then unload the eight pieces?" Ye Li whispered.
Ink repairs, smiled at Ye Liu and said: "I know. I won't think about it again in the future. Although some regrets are not personal revenge for Wang Xiong. But...the people like Mo Jingqi are not worthy of dirty. The king's hand. There is a saying in the words... Heaven is still forgiven, and you can't live."
Ye Liu smiled and said: "You just want to understand."
After these few days, the entire capital is naturally lively and extraordinary. The sight of Mo Jingqi still stopped in the palace, but the clan and the courtiers had already quarreled. The focus of the dispute is nothing more than two things, one is that the ten emperors succeeded. The second is the burial of the Queen Mother and Liu Gui. The Queen Mother is the birth mother of Li Wang, and Liu Guizhen is the birth mother of the Prince. The temporary attack of Mo Jingqi is the most terrible place in the Li Wangfu and Liujia. However, compared with the Liu family, the situation in Li Wangfu is much better.
Because Mo Jingli itself is already a regent, even if he is not an emperor, but the little emperor had to listen to him before the pro-examination. He still has time to calculate the plan. The Liu family is different, the prince becomes the king of Qin, and Liu Guifei is still to be buried. As a result, Liu Jia can say that there is no support and dependence in the palace. At that time, Mo Jingli will naturally miss this best opportunity to fight Liu Jia. Even if the Queen Mother is to be buried like Liu Guizhen, the blow to Mo Jingli is far less powerful than that of Liu Jialai. Because Mo Jingli is already a completely independent real power prince, it is not very important for him to have the support of the Queen Mother.
At this time, the Zhangye Palace was a mourning, and the empty palaces no longer had the dying eunuchs of the past. The Queen Mother was sitting in the phoenix chair, and the original well-maintained hair room had already produced a few white hairs. The whole person was also looking at the face.
Mo Jingli sat silently drinking tea, and his face was calm and waveless. Even the Queen Mother who was his biological mother could not have his half emotions.
"Lier... What should Lier do? He is so happy... He is his mother!" the Queen Mother murmured. She did not think that Mo Jingqi would have left such a sacred purpose. She was unable to use the younger son to step into the throne as the mother of the emperor, and the sacred decree did not even become the empress of the emperor. She became the first and only queen in history to be ordered to be buried by her son. The former glory and wealth seems to have become a smog, and she can't keep her life.
Naturally became the Queen Mother, she has never been so confused. Even when Mo Jingli was in the southern rebellion, she was not so confused. Why... Why is everything different from her?
Mo Jingli put down the teacup and looked up at the Queen Mother. "After the mother, this is the widow of the emperor."
After the Queen’s reign, it took half a mile to reflect what it meant. In some ways, wills may be more effective than imperialism. Although there is no joke in the king, as long as Mo Jing is still alive, she always has the opportunity to find a way to let him recover. But now, Mo Jingqi is dead. The last sacred decree left in front of him is the will. In order to respect the emperor's respect, the emperor's widow cannot be easily overthrown even if the new emperor is enthroned. Mo Jingli is telling her that he has no way.
"No... No! The sorrow does not believe it!" The Queen Mother rushed over and stumbled over and grabbed the hand of Mo Jingli: "The mourning home is your mother, Lier, after you save the mother, you don't want to die." I know... I know you have a way!" Mo Jingli shook his head faintly: "The mother will forgive her sins, and her parents have no choice."
The Queen Mother stepped back two steps and was almost tripped by the chair behind him. The powerless fall in the chair, looking at the eyes of Mo Jingli is full of incredible meaning, "Lier... You really want to mourn the house? Don't forget, if the mourner is not to persuade the emperor for you, How did the emperor deliberately want to mourn the family?!"
The Queen Mother also wants to understand, this is exactly the revenge of the son on his own. Revenge on his own poisoning when he turned to Mo Jingli, and he was persecuted to pass the throne to Mo Jingli when he was seriously ill. It’s all because of him...
"Is that mother doing it?" Mo Jingli said coldly.
"What?" The Queen Mother was shocked.
"The throne... The widow of the emperor's widow also heard it. Passing the ten emperors! A Huangkou child who has never seen this king and even knows nothing. This is the result of your admonition of the emperor behind the scenes?" Li got up and said, but later he said that the more he became angry, the voice of Mo Jingli gradually became higher. "Not only the throne, but also the things of my son. You have nothing to do! After the mother, you told the king, I am going to find my son."
The Queen Mother frowned: "Even if you are deceiving you, how many sons will you have to have a few sons in the future?"
Mo Jingli's face is blue, and of course he can't say that he can't have children anymore. In the past few months, he also secretly missed many famous doctors. This matter did not lie to him on the scene, and he had a sterilized medicine in the palace secretly a few years ago. So no one knows how important that child is to him.
"In short, this thing can not help. After the mother, you can do it yourself." Mo Jingli said that he would turn around when he licked the wrinkled clothes.
"No..." The Queen Mother rushed to grab the clothes of Mo Jingli, and cried and said: "Lier, after you save the mother. Don't want to die after the mother... Lier... I am your mother, Lier..." Jing Li was at the height of her eyes, and the front of her eyes was in front of her, and she was indifferently lifted and opened her hand holding her clothes. Whispered: "After the mother, in the royal family, you don't believe in your own flesh and blood, right? Or... what did you do to the emperor?"
The Queen Mother sat on the ground, staring at the back of Mo Jingli who did not stay in love, but finally couldn't help but burst into tears and shouted loudly. "Reverse! Mo Jingli, you are the opposite! Laughing is your pro Niang ah... Laughing home will not let you go on Huangquan Road! No... I don’t want to die... I am the Queen’s Empress Dowager...
The Queen cried and cried, finally burst into tears and cried on the floor. . She finally remembered the time when she went to the eldest son a few days ago. When she persuaded him to pass the throne to Mo Jingli, he looked at what his eyes meant. It’s a pity that it’s too late...
"The House of Sorrow is the Empress Dowager... The House of Sorrow will not die..."
Outside the Zhangye Palace, the cry of the Queen Mother has been locked in the palace gate. Mo Jingli looked back at the closed palace door, and the look in his gloomy eyes turned to nothingness.
"Wang Ye, the Queen Mother..." The adviser who was with him whispered. In fact, it is not impossible to protect the Queen Mother in the capacity of King Li and the Queen Mother. Mo Jingli said indifferently: "No need. Let people pay attention to this Liujialiu family, don't let Liu Jia and Liu Guifei do anything. Prince... Qin Wang's biological mother must die."
The tremble of the counselor was originally for this. If you want to protect the Queen Mother, then the Liu family will inevitably ask for the same exemption from Liu Gui’s funeral. Li Wang is obviously not prepared to let Liu Guifei continue to live and live. In order to fight Liu Jia, Li Wang actually...
"Wei Chen is leading."