Chapter 22 The romantic owner of the wine pool meat forest, the old man said goodbye to the west
All these movements of Mo Youchen and I were seen by Queen Qingning. But she didn't see what we were drawing on our hands. He just looked at us with complicated eyes, and then asked the imperial doctor, "How is the emperor's injury now?"
"To reply to the Empress, the emperor's life is not in danger at this moment, but the sword on his chest is too deep to hurt. I'm afraid he will have to rest for a few more days." The imperial doctor knelt next to the dragon, and a cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
It seems that his reply to the queen is just some words of comfort.
But how can I not see that although Qin Huang's sword did not kill Mo Kuang, the wound was not light. Looking at his face, he should be in danger. He absolutely can't get out of bed without ten days and half a month. And it's already the late winter season. Although Shu is not as cold as the north, if the wound worsens a little, I'm afraid that the immortals will not be able to return to the earth.
But why didn't the imperial doctor tell everyone the truth? Was he bought by someone?
"See His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince!"
There was a lot of worship outside the hall. As everyone turned around, the unruly and romantic Ximenque in red had already appeared in front of everyone.
Ximen Que came in the wind: "See the Queen Mother..."
Queen Qingning had a cold face, only the emperor on the bed in her eyes, and did not see the prince who was saluteing her respectfully.
Everyone's eyes were sparse and ordinary, as if they were used to such a scene, and Mo Bixuan stared at Ximenque coldly.
Everyone knows that this magnificent prince is romantic, and he can do everything in the wine pool meat forest. I didn't expect it to be so unpopular in the royal family.
I think so, he has done so many things that hurt the decent of the royal family, and no one will take him seriously.
But I didn't see a trace of embarrassment on Ximenque's face. He got up with a smile, walked to me and Mo Youchen, who was sitting in the hands of the queen, and smiled at me: "Sister-in-law..." Then he asked Mo Youchen, "Brother, how is your father's injury?"
"Brother Que, don't worry. The imperial doctor is treating my father."
Only Mo Youchen in the audience treated Ximenque with courtesy. But only I know how stormy the waves are under this calm.
The group waited in the Chaocheng Hall until midnight before returning to the palace.
It's just the courtiers who have been kneeling outside the hall. Not only did he kneel down late at night, but he has been baptized by the cold wind.
On the way back to the uterus.
"Mo Youchen..." I said in a hoarse voice.
"Yu'er, can you talk?" Mo Youchen looked happy.
I smiled at him and said, "I suddenly heard a voice when you and Luo Xuan left. I want to see if I can speak."
"Yuer..." Mo Youchen gently took me in his arms: "I thought I wouldn't be able to hear your voice for a long time."
"I said, it's okay. It's just because of the rush."
The person above his head hasn't spoken for a long time.
"How did you know that the person who assassinated the emperor was Qin Huang?" Push him away and struggle out of his arms.
He stared at me for a long time, and then took my hand with a smile: "There are indeed many people who want to occupy our Shu state in the world, but there are only two people who are really capable, the State of Yan and the newly established State of Qi. The State of Qi..." Mo Youchen's voice paused for a moment: "If you want to occupy my family, you can raise troops to attack. There is no reason to assassinate the lord of the country. What's more, our state of Shu is not as independent as the State of Yan. So there is only one possibility. The person who assassinated our father is our own. According to my brother Que's mind, the assassination is not his style, and the Prime Minister... No one can guess what he is thinking, and the eyeliner I sent to the Chaocheng Hall told me that seeing the assassin's back image is extremely guard Qin Huang beside the Prime Minister.
"Are you inserting eyeliner next to your father?"
Mo Youchen stroked the blood-red cinnabar on the corners of my eyebrows: "It's for self-defense."
"But he is your father!"
"He is also the father of Que's younger brother, but you haven't seen how he treated Que younger brother. Since he can expel the child of his favorite concubine from the royal family, he can abandon me, a useless prince."
I can't believe that the suspicion between relatives can be so much.
It turned out that Ximenque was expelled from the royal family by Mo Kuang. No wonder his surname is not Mo, but Ximen. But he is still the fourth prince of Shu. This is a fact that no one can change.
It has already reached the uterus while talking. Wan Qing has been waiting at the door for a long time.
"See the prince, the princess."
"Wanqing, it's almost dawn. Go and prepare some tea."
Wanqing should be, retreat.
"Mo Youchen..." I looked at him dullly in my heart.
"Don't worry, although I don't know what you have to do with the Prime Minister, I understand that you don't like killing. Therefore, I won't say anything about tonight, and I won't expose Qin Huang. But will Que Di guess it? It's hard for me to guarantee it.
I smiled sincerely at him: "Thank you, Your Highness."
He held my hand and said, "It doesn't have to be like this between husband and wife."
My cheeks began to turn red and I broke free from my hand.
The smile on his face also restrained a little, and he was concerned: "It's almost dawn. Go back and have a rest."
"No, I asked Wan Qing to prepare tea."
While talking, Wan Qing had already brought my favorite jasmine tea.
I took the teacup and took a sip: "Is the throne important to you?"
The person next todidn't say anything about tasting tea.
I laughed at myself and said, "I'm really naive. There is no man who doesn't like power. The supreme power of life and death is what everyone yearns for."
For a long time, his voice was very soft: "Since I can dismiss the concubine of the East Palace for you regardless of the opposition of the courtiers and my father, can't I let go of the throne?"
I didn't expect him to say that. I turned my head and looked at him. I happened to see his lonely eyes: "Brother Que is a child born to his father's favorite concubine, Concubine Hua. But at the beginning, because the harem was in power by the mother, many concubines of the father were poisoned by the mother. In order to save her children, Hua asked her father to beat him into the cold palace. The father thought that Hua no longer loved him, so he imprisoned him in the Fengque Pavilion.
"Nominally, it is a prisoner, but it is actually a protection. The Fengque Pavilion is a royal courtyard, which is no different from the palace." I said lightly.
"But Concubine Hua still couldn't escape the vicious hand of her mother. The father hated that he could not keep his beloved woman, but it had happened and there was no power to recover. So in order to preserve the only bloodline left by Concubine Hua to her father, her father expelled Que's younger brother from the royal family.
I suddenly understood and snorted, "If you don't argue, your life will be in danger. But Ximen Que couldn't figure out his father's heart, but hated it.
"I know that my brother Que has always hated me, hated me for stealing his father's love, and even more hated my mother who killed his mother's concubine."
"So that's why he wants to conspire to the throne."
"It used to be to save lives. Although Que Di has never had any rights, let alone troops. But over the years, Que Di has trained a large number of dead soldiers. It's not that the people in distress don't accept them. Fengquege took them in at their most critical time, that is, their rebirth parents. They will put life and death aside and strive to protect the Lord. But now for you, I want to fight for this throne. If others sit in the country of Shu, I can die, but you, where will they put you?
In Mo Youchen's eyes are infinite pity and love.
"Don't you understand? The power of Fengque Pavilion has long been able to compete with the imperial court, and it is even higher than the imperial court. For so many years, Ximenque has not taken action, just to play with you and your father like a cat and a mouse between applause.
"Ha ha" He sneered and said, "How can I not know that my father has hated raising tigers for so many years, and he is afraid every day. I was afraid that I would fall asleep, but when I woke up, the color changed. The country changed owners, and I became a prisoner of my son.
I stroked his hand and signaled not to worry.
He held my hand and sighed deeply, "It's useless to think too much. It's dawn. Go back and have a rest."
I promised to get up and was ready to leave. I suddenly remembered something: "At that time, your father clearly knew that your mother had killed so many concubines in the palace. Why didn't you stop her?"
"Because my grandfather and uncle at that time, that is, the Hu family, the richest man in Shu today, mastered the granary in the world."
It's the same as I thought. No wonder last time in the Peony Pavilion, Mr. Hu was so arrogant and domineering: "Is it the whole Chuhe mainland?"
"What's the matter?" He didn't expect me to ask this.
"The people take food as heaven, and what the people's hearts want is the fate. Since the original Empress of Qingning could rely on the Hu family and control the whole harem, wouldn't she control the Hu family control the whole country of Shu, and even the whole Chuhe mainland?"
Hearing my words, Mo Youchen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Why didn't I think that Yuer, you are really my lucky star?"
I'm also smiling with you, but I can't be happy in my heart.
When I went back to the room, I didn't see Wan Qing.
Then lie down and sleep by yourself.