admiration

Emperor Hongzhi was at a loss for words for a while. On the night when Xing Yan appeared, he really doubted Mo Yanchi, and it was only when he saw his face that he dispelled his doubts.

Mo Yanchi was too much like the former empress, she could be seen in every frown and smile, when Emperor Hongzhi looked at him, he remembered his old friend, how could he doubt his identity.

His silence made Mo Yanchi startled, but it was only for a moment, Mo Yanchi soon realized, and said: "Father really doubted me."

"No, no..." Emperor Hongzhi hastily explained, "It's not because General Wei Ling confused me."

Xiao Zhijin: "..."

In order to reconcile the father and son, Xiao Zhijin chose to take the blame.

Mo Yanchi was not complaining about Emperor Hongzhi, after all, Xiao Zhijin had already told him about these things before, and he just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction with the entire royal family over the past few years.

As a ninth-five-year-old emperor, Hongzhi put down his airs at this moment, and had a long talk with him, so he didn't want to be awkward, so he just mentioned a few words before revealing the matter.

Xiao Zhi watched from the sidelines, the two reconciled, and it was time to settle the score with him.He was not afraid of being known as General Wei Ling, but Ming Shu had told him not to reveal his identity, even Mo Yanchi, and Xiao Zhijin didn't know whether he should say what Emperor Hongzhi said.

If you say it, you will be blamed by Mingshu; if you don't say it, you will be blamed by Emperor Hongzhi, who has one head and two big ones.

Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have heard his heart, and after comforting Mo Yichi, he put away his loving father and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Qing, it's your turn."

"Minister..." Xiao Zhi cleared his throat, "General Wei Ling was borrowed from His Royal Highness Xianwang. As for the reason, I am sorry that I cannot say."

Mo Yanchi remembered what Xing Yan said, besides checking things for King Xian, could it have something to do with him?

Emperor Hongzhi said: "I am the king, is there anything in the world that I cannot know?"

"Your Majesty is the monarch, but His Royal Highness the Xian Wang is a mentor. If your Majesty wants to know, you can ask him when you see His Highness Xian Wang in the future." Xiao Zhijin said bluntly, not at all afraid that Emperor Hongzhi would blame him.

Emperor Hongzhi's expression darkened, and he was about to speak out to reprimand him, but when he met Xiao Zhijuan's fearless eyes, he swallowed the reproach again.He fixedly looked at Xiao Zhijin, and sighed, it's no wonder that he was a master of Xian Wang, and he was exactly the same as his younger brother when he became stubborn.

"Forget it, where is the virtuous king now?" Emperor Hongzhi asked.

The Xian Wang never confessed that he could not reveal his whereabouts, so Xiao Zhijin betrayed him without further ado: "It's in Beijing, but I don't know exactly where it is."

Emperor Hongzhi shook his hands, and said a little excitedly: "He's in Beijing? When did he come back, he...why didn't he go back to the palace?"

Back then His Royal Highness King Xian was robbed of his love, and left the capital in a fit of anger. He left the capital for more than ten years, and even the late Empress never came to see him. Emperor Hongzhi searched for many years, and this was the first time he heard of him.

"His Royal Highness the Xian Wang said that leaving the palace was just out of anger, and after traveling around the world, he realized how boring the palace was, so he refused to return to the palace for so long, not because he really hated His Majesty." Xiao Zhijin explained.

Ming Shu is free and unrestrained, free and easy, he often runs out when he is in the palace, and is not trapped by red tape, what Xiao Zhijin said made Emperor Hongzhi feel a lot better.

However, he hadn't set foot in the capital for more than ten years, and he came back this time, which was really confusing.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed, and said: "Always so capricious, even if you don't want to see me, at least you have to send a letter back to report your safety..."

Xiao Zhijuan took a look at Mo Yanchi, and couldn't help feeling that Emperor Hongzhi and His Royal Highness the Xian Wang were really brothers and sisters, while Zhu Qiming and Mo Yanchi were both brothers, but they only had conspiracy.

Mo Yanchi understood what he meant and shrugged his shoulders to express his incomprehension.He has no feelings for Zhu Qiming and the throne, but Zhu Qiming doesn't believe in it. The disasters one after another made him feel resentful. Up to now, it can be said that Zhu Qiming caused it all by himself.

Emperor Hongzhi was still hurting himself, Mo Yanchi walked up to him and knelt down and said, "Father, the uncle will come back."

What he said was groundless and clearly comforting, but Emperor Hongzhi somehow believed it. He nodded, raised his hand to touch Mo Yichi's head, and smiled in relief.

After Xiao Zhijin finished explaining, he didn't want to disturb the reunion of father and son, so he sneaked out of the house, saw Eunuch Li standing outside the door looking at the sky, walked over to say a few words of greeting, and left.

Emperor Hongzhi had a lot of things to do every day, so he finally found time to come out, and got together with Mo Yan for a long time before returning to the palace under the urging of Eunuch Li.

Everyone knew that Mo Yanchi lived in the Zhuangyuan Mansion, but he didn't want to make it too public, so he hesitated whether to go out to see him off. Emperor Hongzhi didn't want to part with him, and held his hand and refused to let go: "Don't be afraid, Father is here."

"Yes..." Mo Yan couldn't hold back Emperor Hongzhi, so he could only let him lead him out of the Zhuangyuan Mansion. After sending Emperor Hongzhi off, the probing sights from all directions made him feel uncomfortable, so he hurried back.

Xiao Zhijin was in the room watching the news from Xing Yan, when he heard Mo Yanchi's footsteps, he put down the letter paper, went out and opened the door, but before he touched the door, Mo Yanchi pushed the door open and ran into his arms middle.

Mo Yanchi didn't expect that there was someone at the door, and Xiao Zhijin hugged him before he knew he had bumped into him.

"How did you run so fast?" Xiao Zhijin frowned, and closed the door with his hand, so that people passing by would not see it, and it would be a lot of trouble to spread it out.

"When I sent my father away, quite a few people outside the Zhuangyuan's Mansion saw it." Mo Yanchi said softly, no matter how long it had passed, the sight still made him uncomfortable.

Xiao Zhijin hugged him tightly, and kissed his ear, "Don't worry about it, no one in the world can affect you."

"You can do it too." Mo Yanchi's ears blushed, and he still said the words.

Xiao Zhijin smiled lightly, noncommittal.

Mo Yanchi turned his head, saw the letterhead on the table, froze suddenly, and asked, "Is there something?"

"Well, it's all small things." Xiao Zhijin nodded, led the person to collect it, and generously handed the letter to Mo Yanchi.Mo Jiao's death has been settled, Wei Ling will not report the matter again, so he is not afraid of being known by Mo Yanchi.

Ever since Mo Yichi woke up, Xiao Zhijin had noticed something was wrong with him, he was talking and laughing during the day, but at night he always shouted in a low voice, couldn't hear the content clearly, just frowning in pain.

One time Xiao Zhijin woke up in the middle of the night and found that Mo Yanchi was awake, staring at the top of the bed with his eyes open, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were full of hatred.

He was startled, Mo Yanchi was not disturbed, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and did not mention this matter the next day.

Xiao Zhi couldn't figure out what Mo Yanchi was thinking, but he was willing to follow him, follow his footsteps, and let him know what he wanted to know, after all, it was good for him.

Mo Yanchi looked at it casually, curled his lips and put the letter back on the table, and said, "You usually deal with these things, you feel busier than your father."

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles." Most of the letters are about the situation of people in the palace or the First Prince's Mansion. Xiao Zhi ordered Wei Ling to record them one by one, and write down everyone's weaknesses, so it is easier to use.

He told Mo Yichi these thoughts without reservation, and said: "These are just dirty tricks, it doesn't matter if you don't know about it."

"No, I want to know." Mo Yanchi shook his head, picked up the letter again, and read it patiently.

Xiao Zhi was speechless, so he could only let him sit by and talk to him slowly.It wasn't that he hoped that Mo Yanchi would be able to design harm, it's just that the more he knew, the better he would be able to distinguish which ones were traps set by others.

Mo Yanchi listened carefully to the teachings and benefited a lot. After reading the letter, he couldn't help but admire: "It turns out that these things are so difficult, you can do it for three years."

"Once you get used to it, you won't feel tired anymore." Xiao Zhijin took the reply letter and burned it, the flames jumped on his fingertips, and reflected in Mo Yichi's eyes, as if his eyes were also ignited, Wen Wen The heat is intense.

Mo Yanchi watched the flame devour the last word, heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled, "But it's really interesting, brother, please continue to teach me in the future."

Xiao Zhijin took a deep look at him, kissed his lips closely, and rubbed his ears together: "If you want revenge, I will do it for you, you don't have to force yourself."

Mo Yanchi's breath was stagnant, he pushed him away, and said expressionlessly, "I can do it myself."

After all, he looked down at the injured hand, and there was a scar like a poisonous snake on the palm. He shook his hand and said in a trembling voice, "I can..."

Tears dripped down on his palms, and Mo Yichi clenched his fists so hot that he clenched his fists and hung them down to the table next to him. He wanted to let those people taste the humiliation of that day, so that they could die without despair.

That day became Mo Yichi's nightmare. In the dream, there was always someone walking around him, his hands were nailed together, a knife was stuck in his belly, and his body was covered in blood. But that person couldn't see his face clearly, he could only hear Horrible laughter.

He didn't even dare to close his eyes, and kept them open all night until dawn, looking at the sunlight pouring in from the window, then fell asleep lightly, and woke up again when there was a sound.

Mo Yanchi hugged his head, choked with sobs: "Why didn't he just kill me, it's over once and for all."

Xiao Zhijin pursed his lips, pulled him into his arms, tightly wrapped his arms around him, did not speak, but Mo Yanchi clearly felt his presence.

Mo Yanchi opened his mouth and bit Xiao Zhijin's shoulder, tears flowed down uncontrollably, soaking Xiao Zhijin's clothes.He wept loudly, weeping all the grievances of the past three years at once.

Xu Shi cried too much, Mo Yanchi felt short of breath after a while, and wiped his tears while sucking in air, very pitiful.

Xiao Zhijin held his face and kissed him once in a while, reaching the corner of his eyes, but he was extremely serious.

"Don't cry, you can take revenge yourself, I will teach you well." Xiao Zhijin coaxed him in a low voice, gently wiping his tears with the corner of his clothes.

Mo Yanchi nodded, gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying again.

After venting, Xiao Zhijin finally heaved a sigh of relief. He was not afraid that he would be too late to make trouble, but he was afraid that if he didn't make trouble, he would hide everything in his heart and be unhappy.

Mo Yanchi cried so weakly that he lay down on Xiao Zhijin's body and wiped his face with his clothes. Seeing this, Xiao Zhijin hugged him even tighter.