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"Xi'er, I heard that you have created a lot of new words recently?" Emperor Zhou Jing's eyes were soft, but his tone was very severe.

As soon as Mo Xi came out of the Purple Maple Garden, he was summoned to the palace by his father.

"Yes, Royal Father." Mo Xihui replied calmly.

"I also heard that you miss the place of fireworks all day long..." Zhou Jingdi looked at Mo Xi's plain white clothes that he hadn't had time to change in the future, which was incompatible with the luxurious atmosphere in the palace.

Mo Xi pursed his lips and didn't answer, which was regarded as tacit consent.

"Xi'er, you've been smart since you were young, don't ruin your future because of it." Zhou Jingdi took out a memorial and threw it at Mo Xi's feet who was still kneeling, "You can see for yourself."

The memorial was written by Su Chenqi, and the words were quite violent, describing Mo Xi as a playboy and a sinner who lost the face of the royal family.

"Master Su...what you said is very true." Mo Xi pondered for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile.

"I still have a lot here. Xi'er, you also know that the border affairs are tight recently, and I really don't have time to teach you. Your emperor brother is a good man, you should learn more from him."

The side affairs are urgent, how could Mo Xi not know?But all the civil and military officials in the dynasty were immersed in the dream of peace.The minister of Chaoge Yexian, the father who loves poetry and music, and even the prime minister of the court wrote good lyrics in vain.In a country of literati, how to defend against enemies?Being the prince of the court, ignoring state affairs, plotting and scheming all day long...

Back then, Mo Yi's memorial to the main battle, earnestly citing scriptures and classics, caused an uproar in the court, aroused solidarity from the main battle faction who dared not speak, and even aroused the prince's jealousy.In the end, the emperor followed the prime minister's suggestion, suppressed the main war faction, grounded the second prince Mo Xie, and won the victory with the main peace faction.

Since then, Mo Xi has become disheartened and indifferent to worldly affairs.I only know how to indulge in mountains and rivers singing and dancing all day long, writing lyrics and playing the piano, which suits the wishes of the Prince|Party and the Zhuhe faction.

Mo Xi broke away from his memories, looked up at his father's frowning, and knew that another city in his home country had changed hands.Mo Xi bit his lip and said, "Father, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it."

"speak."

"The prime minister of the dynasty, Ling Tingqi, was determined to advocate harmony. He had no talent but no talent. In times of war and when the country is in danger, he is a sinner for the country if he is greedy for comfort and only knows how to enjoy himself! The official will be demoted, and another worthy person will be found to be the prime minister. My son, I implore the emperor to increase the military salary and fight back vigorously to show the country's prestige!" Mo Xi knelt straight, his tone was no longer soft and slow as usual, and he spoke forcefully.

Before the words fell, the current sage stood in a rage.Who is Ling Tingqi, the prime minister of the court, the hero who single-handedly pushed him to the throne, his most capable assistant, Mo Xi's senior!Who is the Lord Harmony faction? Today, the Holy One is the biggest Lord Harmony faction!Coveting comfort, only knowing to enjoy, who is talking about?

"Mo Xie! I have taught you more than a dozen spring and autumn years! I have nothing to do all day long, frequently go to and out of low-grade fireworks places, and have the guts to talk about the right and wrong of the government and slander the important ministers! I really pamper you too much on weekdays, so Unscrupulous words, lost all the face of the royal family. It is the fault of the father if the son does not teach, I must teach you a lesson today..."

Mo Xi was still kneeling upright, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Xi is right."

"You!" I didn't expect that the usually timid and gentle second son would dare to contradict me like this. I couldn't bear it for a while, and the always tolerant Emperor Zhou couldn't hold back his anger. "It's not your fault, it's my fault?!"

"I dare not. It's the fault of those ministers who deceived the saints and talked nonsense!"

"Crack!" Emperor Zhou Jing threw the teacup in his hand straight at Mo Xi, "Come here! Drag him down, punish him fifty times with a rod, turn him into a citizen, and then put him in the sky prison. I don't think you will How dare you say that!"

The author has something to say: In fact, this paragraph has little to do with the emotional line, and I have thought about writing it briefly.But I think writing it can better reflect Mo Xi's character. Although Mo Xi has a bad health setting, he is by no means the kind of delicate body.Mo Xi had no intention of competing for the throne at the beginning, but after losing the first main battle, he began to think that the crown prince was not good enough to govern the country, so he kept a low profile.Because being summoned by Emperor Jing was an unavoidable emergency, so I released the small attack pigeon.