Destiny is you: the beggar princess begging

So after his death, the throne must belong to Mo Minghui.

At that time, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty had a concubine Yu Zhaorong who was pregnant and was about to give birth at full term. He knew that if he died, his child would definitely die.At that time, Fu Wanlu, who was eight months pregnant, happened to fall and gave birth to a stillbirth prematurely, so the emperor of the Ming Dynasty thought of the trick of replacing the civet cat with the prince, and exchanged Yu Zhaorong's newly born child with Fu Wanlu's child. Change.

It turned out that Yu Zhaorong gave birth to a stillbirth because of difficulty, and Fu Wanlu, who was only a princess, gave birth to a baby boy. This baby boy was ranked fifth, and the emperor personally named him Mo Haoyan.

He always thought that he was Fu Wanlu's son, and he didn't know his life experience until the nanny made a slip of the tongue when he was five years old.It was also at that time that he realized that in order to protect his own safety, his father had placed many trustworthy people by his side.

He learned his medical skills from a nanny next to him, so it was no coincidence that he saved Ye Luo and Ye Junmo that year, but he overheard Mo Minghui's words and knew that he still had another... The half-brother made a special trip out of the palace to rescue him.

Taking advantage of Mo Yichen's inattention, Mo Haoyan broke free from the two men in black and jumped towards the cliff. Since the matter failed, Mo Haoyan will never live in the world...

"Yan'er, don't..."

Mo Haoyan's footsteps paused, he stood on the edge of the cliff and turned around with difficulty, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yan'er..." Master Jingyu took a step forward, then backed away, her body trembling, not daring to take another step forward.

Yan'er, her child who was taken away from birth, it was the first time she stood in front of him in more than [-] years, she did not expect it to be in such a situation.

Master Jingyu looked at the man standing on the edge of the cliff too carefully. When he was young, she could receive a picture every year from the late emperor. Received his Danqing.

In the dead of night, she would take out those pictures and imagine what he would look like when he grew up.In a blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed, he has grown up, taller than himself, and his father's shadow can be seen in his eyebrows and eyes.

She thought that she would never have the chance to see her child who had no fate in her life, but God gave her this chance, how could she just watch him leave her again.

"Who are you?" Mo Haoyan asked nervously.

"Yan'er, my son..." After Jingyu finished speaking, she couldn't help but cry out the emotions she had hidden for more than [-] years.

"You are... I... Concubine Mother..." Mo Haoyan moved from the edge of the cliff step by step towards Mrs. Jingyu with difficulty, and hugged Mrs. Jingyu tremblingly with the hand used to hold the sword, tearing Flowing down from the corner of his eyes, he called mother in pain.

Although he had never met his concubine mother, but when he heard that familiar Yan'er voice, he knew her identity for some reason in his heart?

In so many dreams, he dreamed that his mother and concubine were sitting by the bed and coaxing him to sleep, gently patting his back, and softly calling Yan'er.

Ever since he knew his life experience, he had asked Mammy about his mother and concubine, but Mammy told him that his mother and concubine died of dystocia when giving birth to him.He also always thought that his mother and concubine had passed away, and even every year he would go to the mausoleum to quietly worship the biological mother who was posthumously named Concubine Yu after her death.

But why, even though the concubine is still alive, she can be so heartless as not to visit him once, does she know how much she misses her...

Could it be that God was pitying him? When he lost everything, he sent his biological mother to his side.

I don't know when, the sky where the sun was still shining, suddenly drizzled. The mother and son hugged each other tightly, and the longing for more than twenty years melted in the warm embrace.

All the men in black outside Yanxia Nunnery had been taken away by Ji Ting, leaving only the four of them. Mo Yichen stood beside Ye Luo holding an umbrella for her, and the husband and wife stood quietly not far away. Without speaking, I couldn't bear to break this touching scene.

Mo Yichen has too many doubts in his heart. Mo Haoyan is not the Queen's child, but if he is not the Queen's child, Fu Wanlu would have eliminated him as if he were dealing with herself. The threat of his own young son.

Unless Fu Wanlu doesn't know that Mo Haoyan is not her child, then if that's the case, can he boldly guess that Mo Haoyan is not Mo Minghui's son at all.

If so, wouldn't Mo Haoyan be the son of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and Jun Mo's half-brother?If this is the case, then many of Mo Haoyan's behaviors can be explained.

Ye Luo frowned slightly. This big bastard turned out to be his gentle brother Ye Junmo's biological brother. It's true that the nine sons of a dragon are all different, and the difference is quite big.

While Ye Luo and Mo Yichen were guessing separately, Mo Haoyan suddenly let go of Mrs. Jingyu, took a few steps back, and knelt down on the bluestone slab on the ground with a bang, "Mother Concubine, baby!" I'm sorry father, I failed your expectations, please forgive my child for being unfilial, and I can no longer be filial by my mother's side."

After finishing speaking, Mo Haoyan kowtowed three times, quickly picked up a knife from the ground and wiped it on his neck.

Master Jingyu's soul was frightened when she saw it. Ye Luo hurriedly swung the knife from his sleeve and swept away the knife in his hand. Mo Haoyan watched his knife fall to the ground with a bang, and crawled Get up and get ready to pick it up again.

"Snapped……"

Mo Haoyan, who had just got up, was stunned again. Seeing this, Jingyu Shitai slapped him on the face again. Seeing the two slap marks on his son's face that instantly turned red, Jingyu Shitai covered his hands. Mouth cried out in pain.

"You are unfilial, have you ever thought about what will happen to your mother when you die? For more than [-] years, I have been thinking about whether my son has grown taller day and night, what he has learned today, and whether he has eaten. Full. Every time the weather turns cold, I worry about whether he knows how to add more clothes, so he must not catch a cold.

Yan'er, are you complaining in your heart about your mother's cruelty, that she doesn't visit you even though she's living a good life?But do you know that my mother sneaked down the mountain several times, walking on the bustling streets of the capital, looking at Prince Ling's mansion from a distance, but never dared to approach it once.

I can't go, if someone finds out, I will kill you, you are the hope of me and your father.Your father spent so much effort to save your life, I can't be so selfish and kill you because of my love, as long as I know that you are alive and well..."