Disobedience

Mo Jinghe saw that the prince had almost eaten, so he sent someone to clean up.

"Go to the backyard and sit down, I will tell you about the current situation." Something must be done, otherwise the emperor will not be able to explain it.

The two sat down in the backyard, lighted the lamp, and served tea and snacks.

Mo Jinghe began to chatter: "His Royal Highness, you have a younger brother who is born of the empress just like you, behind him is the power of the Liu family, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust are not obvious now, those old ministers praised the second prince as a wise man. It is clear that when you grow up, you must be Wang Zuozhi's talent." In fact, it is all nonsense. Next time, if your highness hears them say this, you might as well ask the previous question, how did they know that the second prince has no political achievements, and the second has no meritorious deeds. , I have never even had a good line of poetry, I think it is only because of a private meeting that I have this experience, it is a serious crime to secretly inform the prince!"

Mo Jing and Shao Shao told others their thoughts in such a serious manner, but they were shocked when they heard the prince laughed.

The prince hurriedly explained: No, no, I think what you said makes sense and is very interesting.

Is he listening to a joke? !Mo Jinghe was hit again.

The prince still had an inappropriate smile on his face, gesturing: you continue.

Mo Jing calmed down, and then said again: "Those old ministers only vassalized the second prince because they saw that you had a throat disease and had no hope of being on the throne. This is an obstacle separating you from the throne, but it can also be your advantage. Don’t veterans always like to judge the king by whether he has a heart of benevolence or not? Why did you catch the throat disease, isn’t it because of your heart of benevolence, love and filial piety?”

The prince frowned slightly, and lowered his eyes.

Mo Jinghe sighed lightly.

"Your Highness, you are the crown prince, the heir apparent, and orthodox, and this is enough."

The prince subconsciously bit his lower lip and said nothing.

"Your throat disease is not due to damage to the body, but to Wu Zhi's damage to visceral qi. It is not incurable. Although I am not [-]% sure, there is still hope for recuperation and opening up the knot in your heart."

The crown prince has heard these words too much, but for so many years, those imperial doctors gave him hope one by one, and the reality shattered the hope time and time again.

Mo Jinghe thought for a while, and then said: "Zilu asked you about the matter. The master said: 'Don't deceive me, and offend it.' The servant obeys His Majesty's order to serve His Highness, and before His Highness succeeds to the throne, he has to get along with the servant For a long time, the servant has a stupid tongue and may offend His Highness from time to time, but he will never bully His Highness. If he offends His Highness, His Highness feels uncomfortable, so he can punish him, and he will never complain, but after punishment, please Your Highness Think about what the servant said, whether it is worth admonishing."

The prince did not expect that he would go so far, treat him so openly and honestly, talk to him about the current situation, and even express his loyalty. The Mo Jinghe at this moment is different from the behavior of the dudes he has heard about on weekdays. The rumors that he is not doing his job properly and causing trouble everywhere is really a different person, even the impression he gave himself when they first met a few days ago is quite different.

With the help of such a person, the crown prince felt at ease, but also felt a burden. Mo Jinghe was very good. He had been with him before, and he flattered him on the surface, but in fact he didn't take him seriously at all, and some even flattered him on the surface. People who have none are different. From the very beginning, Mo Jinghe offered to live in the Prince's Mansion, and he has already stated his position. He wants to advance and retreat with himself. There is a dead end, but at the beginning, I didn't even think about what he meant, I just felt that he was insulting me, but I didn't think that he had put his life in it to help me.

The prince gestured: Actually...it's fine not to succeed.

The risk of succeeding to the throne was too great, and he couldn't bear to have such a person by his side. After all, since he lost his voice, few people treated him like this, and he wanted to cherish him.

Mo Jinghe took a sip of tea, he talked too much today, he seldom talked so much, his mouth was a little dry, and he was a little tired.

"On the road to the succession, the best result is that all the princes survive, and the other princes are concubines. Let alone, even if the second prince succeeds to the throne, he cares about his kinship and will not kill you, but you were once a prince. If he doesn't kill you, the courtiers around him who will help him will persuade or even force the Second Prince to kill you. They want to prevent you from turning over, and prevent you from taking care of them after turning over. You have a heart of benevolence, don't Harmful, but if you want to prevent those who want to harm you from taking advantage of this."

Finally, he sank his shoulders and said: "Think about it for your servant, think about it for Miss Leshui, think about it for Father Lu'er, if you fail to succeed, none of us will have a good result."

After he finished speaking, he himself couldn't tell how much of what was said was true and what was false. The princes on the left and right could listen to it, and it was enough if they were willing to fight for the throne.

The prince is still silent, Mo Jinghe feels that he is also one of those treacherous officials who persecute the superiors, but there is no way, he is short-sighted, and really can't think of a way to let the prince not succeed to the throne, but still save his life, and retreat unscathed.

"I have finished what I wanted to say today. Your Highness has nothing else to say. Please allow me to leave."

The prince probably needs some time to think about these things by himself.

The prince nodded, but then said, "Can you tell me what's there when you come back?"

Mo Jinghe didn't understand what the prince meant at first, thought for a while, and then smiled: "If your highness isn't going, what are you going to do?"

After a pause, he said again: "The servant is still in mourning."

The prince looked at him, and said: "Since that's the case, when you write your reply, you should also write my share."

"No. The servant will return to him directly. Your Highness is not free."

Then he smiled, this smile is like a peony flower in full bloom, bright and bright but also a little cute and cute, and then look at his eyebrows and eyes, like the wind blowing willow shoots, there are countless kinds of romance, and the peaceful and peaceful one with lowered eyebrows and eyes just now It was very different from his gentle and indifferent appearance when he talked about the current situation.

Mo Jinghe bowed back a few steps, and when he turned to leave, he had the urge to stop him, and this was the first time he hated himself for not being able to speak, even for not being able to stop someone.

When Mo Jinghe returned to his yard, Tian Er was already waiting at the door to change the stove for him.

"Young master, just now when I was working, a man named Fan Gonggong, who claimed to be a servant of the prince's mansion, came to talk to me. After talking for a long time, he gave me a pack of medicine, saying that putting it in the bath water can dredge the meridians and refresh me. I don't know what his intention is, but there must be a purpose, so I put it away, thinking to wait for the young master to come back and show it to the young master."

After finishing speaking, he smiled at Mo Jinghe as if asking for credit.