love day

You promise me one willingly, and I promise you one forever.

His heart throbbed, Mo Haolou had never felt such pain before.The tall and straight figure was a bit decadent, he walked unsteadily to Yu Mu, and his eyes stopped on Mo Qingtian.

If, if he and Rui'er also have a child, then this child should also be called Qingtian.

It's just... the Emperor's suspicion has never changed through the ages.Why exactly is this child's name? "How old is this child?" Mo Haolou stretched out his hand, and gently brushed across Mo Qingtian's face.

The child's tender face was particularly comfortable to touch, but Mo Haolou frowned. This child was not pleasing because of his dark hair.And his and Rui'er's child is definitely not like this.

Realizing what he was thinking, Mo Haolou frowned even tighter, accompanied by pain that could not be expressed in words.

"Go back to the emperor, I'm five years old." Yu Mu didn't know what the emperor was thinking, only knew that the emperor's behavior was very strange, but he didn't dare to say more.Moreover, although Yumu knew what happened to Zi Xiaorui five years ago, he would never link his child with what happened five years ago.Therefore, I dare not say more.

"Five years old?" Mo Haolou's heart skipped a beat, what a coincidence.

If the origin of the name is a coincidence, if it is a coincidence that Zi Xiaolei appeared here even if it was because of Li Taiyi, coupled with the child's age, Mo Haolou, as the emperor, naturally has an unusual idea. The country will never believe that there are so many coincidences in this world.

For a moment, Mo Haolou's sad and regretful expression subsided, he narrowed his eyes, and looked at Mo Qingtian dangerously.

Mo Qingtian was not afraid at such a young age, he blinked his dark eyes and looked at Mo Haolou.

"When is your birthday?"

Even if Yu Mu never remembered Mo Qingtian's birthday, but because the two children came one after another, he still remembered the approximate date. "In a few days."

"How many days later?" After a long while, Mo Haolou's eyes showed disappointment.No, if it's really Rui'er's child, then the birthday should be a month ago.

"Your Majesty." Li Taiyi said, covering his wounded hand, "Master Qingtian's birthday is five days later, which should have been next month, but this child, like Prince Qinyue, was born prematurely. And... and Master Qingtian's birthday Mother is Chu Zhaozhao."

Hearing this, Mo Haolou glanced at him.Doctor Li's words were meant to remind him, of course Mo Haolou understood.But in fact, Mo Haolou was wrong.Doctor Li's palms were sweating at this moment, and the Emperor asked Yumu what he meant, and he understood better than anyone else.If he hadn't been injured, his face would have been pale. I'm afraid that frightened pale face would reveal his thoughts.

Just: "Who is Chu Zhaozhao?"

Yu Mu paused for a moment. She married Chu Zhaozhao, a woman from a brothel, because of what a fortune teller said, but it cannot be denied that the fortune teller was very accurate.

Therefore, even if Chu Zhaozhao's identity made Yu Mu a little disgusted, there was still some gratitude in his heart.Therefore, for the child left behind by Chu Zhaozhao, Yu Mu still has a father-son relationship in his heart just now at a critical juncture.

"It's Weichen's fourth concubine, it's...a brothel girl. Back then..." So Yu Mu brought up the events of that year.

How can a brothel girl deserve to be compared with his beloved woman?Mo Haolou shook his head: "I like this child..." After a pause, he glanced at the yard again, "This child is young, but his conversation is elegant. Send it to the Royal Academy, together with your eldest son." Saying that, Mo Haolou turned and left. "Li Aiqing, go and take care of your injuries and come to the Imperial Study Room."

"Yes." Doctor Li followed with complicated thoughts.

"Thank you, Lord Rongen." Yu Mu put Mo Qingtian down and sent Mo Haolou away respectfully.

And Yu Qinyue's originally good birthday celebration ended because of this.

Imperial study room

Mo Haolou didn't speak, and Li Taiyi didn't dare to speak.The injury has been treated, and the hands are tied with white gauze hanging around the neck, which is a bit of an eyesore.

"The matter between me and the Zi family has involved Ai Qing." After a long time, Mo Haolou spoke.

"I don't dare." Imperial Physician Li was still a little uneasy.

"Tell me, is Rui'er really dead?" He didn't believe it. Although he was furious when he saw the empty coffin five years ago, he was a little excited because his beloved should not have died. Otherwise, the Zi family would steal her body for use.But in the past five years, there has been no news of Zi Xiaorui, and today, Zi Xiaolei's words hit him even more.

But deep down in his heart, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the beautiful woman was lost just like that.Mo Haolou regretted, regretted that he should have looked at her back then, and prevented her from committing suicide.But that day, he was injured, and his beloved woman had an affair with a guard and was pregnant with a child when he was busy with state affairs. He was an emperor, how could he bear this kind of injury.

Even if it sounds now, the pain of that day is still so profound.

"I don't dare to say for sure, but if it's not true, Zi Daxia will..."

"Presumptuous." Mo Haolou yelled loudly, "Rui'er will not die."

"Damn the humble minister." Imperial Physician Li immediately knelt down.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

"Back off." Mo Haolou closed his eyes. He knew that he had vented his anger on others, but his heart was blocked and he couldn't get it out.

Fu Prince's Mansion, East Courtyard.

Concubine Yu held Yu Qinyue in her arms, and patted Yu Qinyue's chest with gentle force. The loving expression on her face showed her love for this child.

"The emperor really said that?" Standing in front of her was the butler of the palace.In fact, Yu Mu didn't know that Princess Yu was in charge of the big and small affairs of the family, and had already taken control of the family.And this butler, who is deeply trusted by Yumu, is also one of them.

It was also because she learned from the housekeeper that Yu Mu didn't care about Mo Qingtian, so she was not harsh on Mo Qingtian, a bastard with a dead mother and no background.

"Yes, I can hear you clearly. The emperor himself said that this child is very young, but his conversation is elegant. He likes it a little. He asked the prince to send the child to the Royal Academy together with the eldest son." The language steward said one word Not leaking.

Princess Yu didn't stop stroking her son, her beautiful face still had a gentle smile, but she had already repeated many thoughts in her heart.

At first, I thought that the child would disdain her attention, but I thought I had neglected it, the child will grow up, no matter how there is no backstage, the prince's flesh and blood is true.Then...a viciousness flashed in her heart, she wanted this child, and in Yu Mu's heart, she had no place at all.

drive……

In the vast grassland, on the black BMW, the young man's gentle voice is accompanied by the water-blue figure galloping the horse.

"Your Highness." The voice came from far to near.

The young man tightened the reins: "Wuxuan." The word Wuxuan was like a contract, and the black horse stopped immediately.

The corner of the young man's mouth curled up into a smile, and he touched the black horse's head with his palm: "Wu Xuan is really smart." Wu Xuan turned out to be the name of the black horse.

"Your Highness." The person who came was a man. He got off his horse and knelt down on one foot. "Your Highness, there are flying pigeons in the imperial city to send letters."

"Xuan." The boy raised his head and only uttered one word.But his facial features are handsome, his eyebrows are flying, and his temperament is even more luxurious.He could also be heard calling him His Highness, which showed his distinguished status.That's right, this person is the youngest son of the late emperor of Ming Dynasty, Mo Tianqiong.

Eight years ago, on the first emperor's day, the day when the new emperor ascended the throne, above the main hall, a seven-year-old boy said: "He wants to live in the royal temple, to keep filial piety for the former emperor, and to pray for the new emperor."

This move shocked the ruling and opposition parties.

Its momentum looks down on the world.

Now eight years have passed, and the 15-year-old boy is even more energetic.

"The emperor invites His Highness to return home."

"It's just that?" Mo Tianqiong raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of laughter in his voice, and his laughter was calm.

"The emperor has sent three flying pigeons to send letters this month, please go back, Your Highness." The man sighed, feeling very helpless towards his master's character.

"Forget it, I really miss Baihuaniang in the palace."

drive……

Mo Tianqiong would never have imagined that this time he would meet the love of his life when he returned to the palace.

Mo Qingtian?

Bengong promises you forever, you promise Bengong willingly, how about it?

It's just that it's ten years later.