little eunuch dressed as a concubine

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The imperial doctor was too old to bear such tossing, with both feet kicking in the air, in order to save his life, he could only nod his head desperately.

In order to cure her, Mo Ziqi tried his best to please her every day. After three years on the throne, there were only two concubines in the harem, Mu Xueyan and imperial concubine Pei Qin, and he was completely focused on Mu Xueyan and had no heirs.Ministers urged him to flood the harem more than once, but he vetoed them one by one.

In the past three years, Mu Xueyan gave up struggling and obediently stayed by Mo Ziqi's side, the only price was to save Ye Han's life.Mo Ziqi was afraid that she would never be able to speak due to her serious illness, so he never forced her again.

Ye Han would play the piccolo that Mu Xueyan gave her late at night outside the red walls of Changle Palace. She played modern cheerful music over and over again, while Bai Qing and Jiang Yunhan accompanied her not far away.

"Although the song is fast, why does it sound so sad to me?"

Jiang Yunhan gently comforted Bai Qing who was crying in her arms: "I believe God will let them be together again in the end."

"Meow~" The meat ball squatting at Ye Han's feet suddenly leapt, jumped onto the red wall, turned around and yelled at her, and jumped into Changle Palace.

Mu Xueyan ran out of the room immediately when she heard the cat meowing, and the meat ball threw herself into her arms and barked non-stop.

"She asked you to come, right?" Mu Xueyan looked around, seeing that the servants were deeply asleep.Lowering her voice, sticking to Rouqiu's ear: "Tell her, I miss her very much, I'm fine, let her rest assured."

"Meow~" Rouqiu left Mu Xueyan's arms and jumped out.

Ye Han didn't leave until dawn. Ye Han lowered his head and asked the yawning Rouqiu: "What did she say?"

Rouqiu washed his face with his paws: "Meow meow~" Meowing stopped for a long time, Ye Han smiled slightly: "It seems that she talked a lot."

Ye Han leaned over and picked up the sleepy meatball: "Go to sleep, I'll hold you."

Rouqiu meowed a few times and fell asleep.

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In the few years after Jing Ajiao left, Mo Zicheng was more than half of his age.His temples were gray and his eyes were sunken. His original radiance had long since been replaced by a face as pale as ashes. Today he met Jiang Yunhan alone in front of the saint.

"For so many years, I have wronged you."

"What is the emperor doing?" Mo Zicheng who was bowing to her was helped up.

"I am no longer the emperor."

Jiang Yunhan smiled slightly: "You are the only emperor in Yunhan's heart."

Mo Zicheng leaned against the door weakly, and tears welled up in his eyes: "But not only could I not protect the queen mother, but I also killed A-Jiao...what's the use of me!" As he spoke, he slapped himself fiercely.

"Your Majesty, don't fight." Jiang Yunhan pressed Mo Zicheng's hand: "We are still here with you."

Mo Zicheng took a deep look at her, wiped away his tears and said, "I can't let you down again." After speaking, he turned around and ran away with firm steps.

Royal study.

Mo Ziqi reviewed the memorials very quickly, and Mo Zicheng could finish reading the memorials in a day, but he read them in half a day.

Mo Zicheng couldn't help laughing at himself: "I'm really far inferior to you..."

Mo Ziqi didn't answer, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Mo Zicheng knelt on the ground: "After I die, Gillian will be buried with me instead of Yunhan, and let her out of the palace."

Mo Ziqi glanced at him, then continued to read the memorial with his head bowed.

"My son is in your hands, but my daughter's whereabouts are unknown. She is a woman and a child. How can you threaten the emperor?" Mo Zicheng kowtowed respectfully: "This is my only request after death."

Mo Ziqi was a little impatient: "Then wait until you die!"

"Jun Wu... joking." Mo Zicheng suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground, after a convulsion, he died.

Mo Ziqi's eyes froze, and it took him a long time to react, his voice changed from low to roaring: "Come here... come here!"

Only after the imperial physician checked his pulse did he know that Mo Zicheng had been preparing to drink the poison in order to exchange Jiang Yunhan's freedom on the surface, but in fact his heart had already followed Jing Ajiao, and now his wish has been fulfilled.

Mo Ziqi left the cold dragon chair, curled up in a corner, and vaguely saw the door of the main hall being pushed open by three children.

"Brother Cheng Wang, Brother Qi Wang, wait for me."

The youngest girl tripped over the high threshold and cried, "You are good or bad...don't wait for me..."

Mozi wanted to get up and help her up, but the young man in the gold silk robe beat him first.

The girl's crying stopped abruptly, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Brother Ziqi, you are so kind."

It turned out that Mu Xueyan used to be so gentle to him, and the sweet "Brother Ziqi" softened Mo Ziqi's rock-solid heart for many years.

And another boy in a dark green robe pointed at the dragon chair with a simple smile: "Ziqi, this dragon chair is so mighty, you will definitely be more mighty when you sit on it in the future."

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