Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Because of the serious illness of the emperor, the New Year has not been a complete palace, it has become sullen. In these few days, the Li Wang and the Liu Yuxiang faction in the pilgrimage were even more eager to fight. All the well-informed people who died of the emperor were well aware. Everyone’s eyes were on the golden throne on the main hall. Even the Huai’s help for the Zijinguan was ignored. It is. Mo Jing prayed in bed, and it was difficult to take care of himself every day, let alone deal with politics.

"Wang Ye." The eunuchs who were outside the dormitory were shrunk their hands and feet because of the cold weather. They saw the men in the stride of the big step and went forward, and the face naturally brought a charming smile. Mo Jingli looked at the **** in front of him and said coldly: "The king has something to discuss with the emperor."

The **** stunned, and some embarrassed words: "But the emperor is now..." Mo Jingli swept away, coldly said: "What? The king wants to see the emperor and you agree?"

The eunuchs at the door were all trembled. They did have the instructions of the noble lady and Liu Yanxiang to prevent Li Wang from entering, but now the situation in the palace is unclear. Li Wang is now in a strong position, and they naturally can't afford to sin. Hesitant to deceive, the people who kept the door finally retreated, and laughed and said: "Don't dare... please, please." Mo Jingli snorted and lifted his foot into the dormitory.

The bright yellow and graceful furnishings were reflected in the eye, and Mo Jingli’s eyes shook a little. Looking at the silent scenery of the ink lying in the bed, Mo Jingli suddenly burst into a sigh of unspeakable pleasure. He knew that Mo Jingqi did not fall asleep, strolled up to the bed and looked down at the man with yellow skinny on the bed. The lips evoke a satisfying smile. The secret medicine he got from southern Xinjiang is much better than the so-called five-stone effect. I don’t feel anything when I take it all the time, but once I stop taking it, it’s definitely a hundred times more amazing than the five stones. Only a few days of hard work, Mo Jingqi has become a shape of the bones.

After thinking about it, Mo Jingli knew that a tiny pill was stuffed into the ink-spotted prayer. The dark and faint eyes of Mo Jingqi gradually have a fascinating look. When I saw the person standing in front of my window, I even shot the anger in my eyes, and my throat creaked. When Mo Jingli was so good, he asked, "What does the emperor want to say?"

"You...you dare to come?!" Mo Jing prayed. I haven’t talked or eaten anything for a few days, so his nephew is very hoarse. Mo Jingli smiled and said: "Why don't I dare to come? Brother, the younger brother is worried about you."

Mo Jing prayed with resentment and looked at the person in front of him, as if he could not wait to bite him. Mo Jingli leisurely walked over to the bed and sat down. He looked at the face of Mo Jingqi’s resentful look and showed a strange smile. "Emperor brother, you shouldn’t blame me. To blame... just blame the mother. If it wasn’t for her Suppress you and constantly instill in those thoughts, if it is not for her to support me against your rights, maybe we are still a good brother of brother and brother Christine. You know how many people you are. Failed? Look at you... Mother to deal with you, brother to deal with you, the royal family of the ancestors ignore you. Do you think they don’t know if you are sick? But did they ask? Blame you for the clan It’s too embarrassing, so now that you have encountered something yourself, no one will help you. Even your favorite pet Liu Guifei and Liu Jia... Oh, I’m afraid I have already planned my own.”

Mo Jing prayed with wide eyes, revealing an unbelief in his eyes. Mo Jingli did not care, leisurely asked: "Is Liu Guifei looking at you these days? No... It is also, Liu Guifei, a heart is in ink repair, how can she come to see you at this time? Liujia Can help how to push Liu Guifei’s son to the throne."

Mo Jing’s polite face is blue, and he wants to scream loudly but he can’t support the body’s strength. Just listen to Mo Jingli and continue: "Imperial brother, do you know... If my brother is enthroned, you may still have a way to live. After all... even if you are worried about your mother and your brother, you will be alive. But if you are Liu Guizhen If the son is enthroned, I promise you that you will not live for a month. After all, if the little emperor is still pressing a super-president, how will Liu Guizhen be a queen of the queen who is going to watch the government? The emperor, I didn’t expect your cold and proud There is such a ambition. You know why she wants to listen to the government? Ha ha... She wants to master the whole big Chu, and then fight with Ye Li to repair ink. Many infatuated women, the emperor, you said is not it? ?"

"Wow-!" Mo Jing prayed a burst of blue and a burst of red, finally wow a spit of blood. He was lying on the bed, and he didn't even have the strength to get up. This blood spit on his neck and his front, and even the lower half of his face was full of blood, looking horrible and pathetic. The generation of emperors fell to such a degree, the anger and sorrow in the heart can be imagined.

Mo Jingli looked at his eyes without any mercy. "How? What do you want to know clearly?" Mo Jingqi stared at him for a long time and suddenly laughed. The blood-stained face and the strange smile made Mei Jingli's eyes unhappy.

Mo Jingqi gasped for a while before he began to say: "If you want to force it, you will commit it? Brother... You don't forget that I am the brother. Your means are all the rest of the game. When it was... it really is not You should be merciful to you!" Mo Jingli frowned, watching the smile of Mo Jingqi's heart was slightly uneasy. Already at this point, he really can't think of what he can do with Mo Jingqi.

Tightly staring at the insane man on the bed, Mo Jingli's eyebrows wrinkled. Mo Jing prayed like a smile and smiled at him, slowly said: "Jing Li... For so many years, you still have only one child under your knees?" Mo Jingli slightly narrowed his eyes, some did not understand that he mentioned this time when he wanted What to do. Just listen to Mo Jingqi slowly: "If you say that you will only have this child in your life. What should you do?"

"What do you mean?!" Mo Jingli's face changed. He stepped forward and grabbed the cloak of Mo Jingqi and asked him to pick it up from the bed.

For men, the importance of a child is sometimes better than power. Although many people can sacrifice their children for power, it is because he has many children. If there is none, the meaning of all the power status in the world will drop by half. Sitting on the throne but not passing on to his own son, it seems like a person who has worked hard for a lifetime, but the result is as bad as the son of others. Although Mo Jingli does not have a son, his only son, Ye Ying, is a child who is sick and sick. He is less than seven years old and always worried that he could not live a weak crown.

I was told by Mo Jingqi that Mo Jingli was shocked and stared at Mo Jing. "What have you done? No... You can't have a chance to give me medicine?!" Mo Jingli is not unprepared. The person of the heart, in fact, he is more prepared than anyone to guard his brother. Usually eating and wearing is also very careful, Mo Jingli will not have the opportunity to give him medicine.

Mo Jing prayed happily, and seeing his brother's angry appearance obviously made him feel good. "Jing Li, you should thank you for letting you leave a child. To blame you, you are not good, the prince is wrong. "You must be right with you." Mo Jingli's face was gloomy. For a long time, he suddenly sneered: "You also said, this king has at least one son. Believe it or not, I will kill all your sons one by one?!"

Mo Jing prayed not to put his threat in his eyes, smiled faintly: "Do you think that your house is really your son? Jing Li, you don't know, when Li Wang妃 just gave birth to the child朕I also held it by myself. It was a white, tender and tender boy. The sick scorpion of your family is not as big as half of him."

"Bastard!" Mo Jingli was furious and slammed Mo Jingqi back onto the bed, then slammed his neck and shouted: "Where did you get the son of the king?! You said !"

Mo Jingqi seems to be unable to see the tight hand on his neck, the sallow of the sallow is even red and still half-closed eyes do not care. In the end, Mo Jingli could only let him out of frustration. He could not really kill Mo Jingqi now. By the time he was in the throne, he became the sinner of the sin. Looking at the person lying on the bed, Mo Jingli sneered aloud: "Don't say anything? You can't help you with this king? The king will kill a prince for you to see, one day you will say."

Ink Jing prayed and looked at him, and said indifferently: "Is it all going to die, and still manage them? Even if you kill all your sons, how is it? Changle is still in the northwest, she is even a daughter." Blood, and you... destined to break the grandson. As long as you kill a prince, you promise that your son will be delivered to your table the next morning."

At this point, Mo Jingli had to admit that he was not as good as his brother. "What do you want to do? You should know that your body is not good. You thought that you would give the emperor to Liu Guifei." Is there anything wrong with peace?" In order to be foolproof, he will never have an antidote. When I mentioned Liu Guizhen, Mo Jingqi’s eyes flashed a bit of coziness, and coveted and pondered for a long while: “Hey, what you want to do is not related to you.”

In a short time, the intention of Mo Jingqi was heard in the palace. The seal of Liu Guigui grew up with the son of Mo Xiaoyun as the crown prince, and Jinfeng Li Wang Mo Jingli was the prime minister of the Regent. The sacred deed is naturally full of surprises, but some do not understand what the emperor is. The courtiers who want to stand up are also confused. Should this be the election of the Crown Prince?

Li Wangfu

When Ye Jingli returned to the house, Ye Ying and Qixia Princess greeted them. Qixia Princess is still beautiful and beautiful, but Ye Ying is pale and thin. The young woman in her early twenties looks as if she is nearly thirty years old, and she is still holding a boy who seems to be less than five years old. However, the people of the Ding Wangfu know that this little king of the prince Wang Hao has been seven years old this year.

"Wang Ye, Congratulations to Wang Ye Rong Feng Regent, since then, he has the power to hold it." Qixia Princess smiled brightly and tenderly, and looked sincere and happy but did not deliberately flatter. Let the original still calm face, Mo Jingli could not help but reveal a smile.

Ye Ying had a trace of hatred at the bottom of her eyes, and took her son to come forward and smiled: "Chen Chen and Xiao Shizi also wished Wang Ye Rong Feng Regent..." After that, he pinched the hand of Xiao Shizi and gestured to him.

The little child was pale and his body was weak and the wind seemed to blow down. He leaned close to Ye Ying and seemed to be very afraid of the father of Mo Jingli. Ye Ying secretly bite her teeth, she really does not understand, she and Mo Jingli are not timid people, why the son born is so timid as the mouse and even his father is also afraid. The child raised his head in a twinkling voice, and the sound seemed to be so loud that the mosquitoes were so loud that they had nothing to say.

Mo Jingli looked at the timid child in front of him, only to feel that the anger of his heart was almost immediately rushed out. How can a child who is weak and timid and weak, can be the son of him? ! I couldn't help but think of the moment when I was out of the palace. When I was lying in bed, I was still weak and still with smug eyes. The more I wanted to stare at the child's eyes, it seemed to be spurting fire.

"Wang Ye..." Ye Ying looked at Mo Jingli with some doubts. At this time, of course, she saw that Mo Jingli was not happy because she became a regent. In fact, he is very angry now. Carefully holding the fearful son who wants to hide behind him, Ye Ying carefully asked.

Mo Jingli snorted and flew up to kick the child out. When he sent people to inquire carefully, it was learned that Ye Ying’s production of the stable woman was arranged by Mo Jingqi. After Ye Ying gave birth to the child, all the people in the court were replaced and disappeared. Mo Jingli knew that Mo Jingqi did not lie, and the sick child in front of him was not his own son. He does not look like himself and Ye Ying. It’s not ugly, but it’s absolutely obvious that even growing up is just an ordinary child.

"Wang Ye?!" Ye Ying screamed, and the presenters and Shantou even including Qixia Princess were scared. Ye Ying rushed to the child, and the child who fell to the ground vomited two blood, and even crying could not cry out. Ye Ying’s horror almost dared not touch the child, only to be exclaimed: “Son... fast! Fast forward to the doctor?!”

The people woke up and hesitated to look at Mo Jingli. Xiao Shizi is the prince of the king. If you want to ask the doctor, it is natural that Wang Ye has the final say. And most people can see it even though they don't understand medicine. Xiao Shizi has been sick and sick since childhood, and it is almost impossible to be stunned by Wang Ye.

"Not allowed!" Mo Jingli cold channel. Ye Ying looked up at Mo Jingli with amazement, tears hanging on her face for a while, "Wang... Wang..."

Mo Jingli’s current boredom with Ye Ying has reached its highest point. This woman is not enough to make a mistake. She was crazy when she wanted to marry her. I also missed it... I grabbed Ye Ying and dragged it into the yard. Ye Ying kept struggling to watch the dying child crying.

"Don't...Wang, boy..." The face of Mo Jingli behind the shadow wall, the people present at the scene did not know what to do. Princess Qi Xi looked at the smile on the lips of the child on the ground and waved her hand: "When the prince is busy, he will dispose of it."

Ye Ying, who was dragged away by Mo Jingli, struggled all the way, but how could she struggle with a weak woman? He was dragged back to the room by Mo Jingli and pushed Ye Ying to stand up and hit the table in the room. Ye Ying looked up and said with tears: "Why are you in the middle of the king? That is our children, you are so guilty..."

"Shut up!" Mo Jingli sighed coldly, staring at Ye Yingdao coldly: "The idiots who are not enough things! Even if the children are lost, they don't know, so let the king raise a place where I don't know where to fight." Wild species have been raised for seven years!" What? Ye Ying was stunned and could not understand the meaning of Mo Jingli. Mo Jingli stared at her coldly and coldly: "I still don't understand? The sick scorpion is not the son of the king. The child was born and was thrown away!"

"How... How come? Is this impossible?!" Ye Ying shouted. She has been hurt for a few years, and the son who is carefully cared for is not her biological son? Where did the child she came down? "Wang Ye...that...where are our children?" Ye Ying asked anxiously.

Mo Jingli hated the channel: "In the hands of Mo Jingqi!" Wen Yan, Ye Ying fell to the chair in powerlessness. In these years, how is the relationship between Mo Jingli and Mo Jingqi brothers? Of course, she knows well, can the child fall back to Mo Jingqi’s hand and have a day to come back?

Panic grabbed the clothes of Mo Jingli, Ye Ying cried: "Wang Ye, save our children, Yinger beg you to save our children. Hey... my hard-working children..."

Mo Jingli pushed him away with boredom. Of course he will save the child, he can't help. Looking at Ye Ying, who was crying at the table, Mo Jingli only felt that this once feminine woman was extremely annoying. "From today, you will not let the king stay in the backyard, and the king does not want to See you!" Ye Ying stunned, she just heard the news that her son was in the hands of Mo Jingqi, and was endured by Mo Jingli's forbidden foot?

"Why... why?" Ye Ying looked at Mojingli. In the past few years, she has lost her favor. If she had not had a son, she would not have known that she had been forgotten in that corner. The sweetness of the past is like a dream, but now, will she lose even the only remaining ones?

Mo Jingli said indifferently: "If it wasn't you stupid, how could the king not know the whereabouts of his son for so many years? You know what happened to your stupid king? The mother-in-law said yes, sure enough. It’s a stupid and incompetent woman. If it wasn’t for you in the past...” I remembered the gentle woman who had seen it once in Ancheng last year, and Mo Jingli’s heart could not help but raise a regret. After so many years, she is still elegant and elegant. If it is her... If she is, she will never happen.

Finally, I saw Ye Ying, and Mo Jingli went without a kiss. Ye Ying, who was only left behind, was silently dripping with tears. After a long time, finally there was a sob crying in the room.