segregation

Five years later

Mo Xi is in a bad mood recently, and the old servant Shao who accompanied him for several years has passed away.Mr. Shao was a kind person, he never looked down on Mo Xi because he was the face of the sage, nor did he humiliate him because he was a king of subjugation. He just called him son and served him respectfully.In fact, he didn't know that Mr. Shao was a landless old farmer that Qin Guangzhao specially went to the folks to pick out himself. He was already grateful for having a meal, so why would he think so much.

Mo Xi originally liked singing and dancing, and was good at writing lyrics. After the death of the country, rumors spread throughout the country that the emperor of Zhou State was addicted to wine and sex, and was desolate in the government. Mo Xi reflected on himself for many days and nights, leaving only an old servant Serving left and right, most things are done by myself.

In fact, Mo Xi's reputation as a romantic and dissolute man was passed down from his childhood. People in the south of the Yangtze River all knew that Emperor Jing was a magnanimous and wise emperor.

"Ziyu, don't be sad, I have chosen a new servant for you today. Life and death are destiny, you and I can't decide." Qin Guangzhao led a plainly dressed servant into the courtyard.

Mo Xi was reading alone, when he heard this, he looked up, and then he was stunned, and stood up suddenly.

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?" Qin Guangzhao was taken aback when he saw Mo Xi's trembling mouth and shocked eyes, and hurried over to support Mo Xi who was standing unsteadily.

"It's okay... I just saw that he looks very similar to an old friend... I was wrong." Mo Xi reluctantly stopped, his face turned pale.

"Old man? If you see him unhappy, we'll change him."

"It's okay, I must be dazzled. I was ill recently and my spirits were low. I misread it. Leave him alone."

Qin Guangzhao looked suspiciously at the servant he had chosen. This servant spoke authentic northern dialect, and he deliberately didn't pick southerners because he was afraid of Mo Xi's sadness... Maybe Mo Xi was really wrong.

"Ziyu take a good rest and don't think too much. I have something to do at court, so I'll be with you later. I've already told the new servant about the medicine you want to drink, and you have to drink it on time later." Qin Guangzhao said carefully After exhorting carefully, seeing the shock on Mo Xi's face faded, he left.

Seeing Qin Guangzhao's tall figure disappear at the gate of the small courtyard, Mo Xi just stood up again with a trembling voice: "You..."

Ye Xianlin knelt down solemnly, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

When he raised his head again, his old face was already full of tears: "This humble minister deserves to die, the tired sage is here."

Ye Xianlin was the Minister of the Household Department in the old Zhou Dynasty. He was nearly sixty years old and could not afford to kneel, looking at the former master in plain clothes and white clothes.

"An' has this gift today." Mo Xi staggered and ran over to help Ye Xianlin up.

Mo Xi helped Ye Xianlin onto the chair, then pulled the chair and sat facing each other.

Ye Xianlin got up quickly, tilted the chair slightly, and sat down just now.

Ye Xianlin started to lead a group of ministers to follow Su Chenqi's last wish, and fought guerrilla warfare in the south of the Yangtze River to preserve the royal blood. Later, he was severely attacked by Qin Guangzhao, and the army was almost wiped out. Mo Yu's son also died of illness in exile.The ministers vowed that it would not be easy to be the master, some died in battle, and some concealed their names. As a result, a group of people heard another news that made them want to die in grief.Rumors spread in Yudu, saying that Emperor Lie had a habit of cutting off his sleeves, imprisoned Empress Zhou, and regarded Empress Zhou as a male favorite.

They watched the noble and arrogant Second Young Master grow into an emperor, many of them were appreciated by Mo Xi, how could they endure such news.

Ye Xianlin recovered from his grief, and knelt down in front of Mo Xi again:

"Your Majesty, we will rescue you."

The author has something to say: It’s almost over, and I’ve been a bit playful during the Chinese New Year, so I’ll update it again today~Happy New Year, New Year’s Day~