Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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What the scumbag said was implicit, and Nan Ruo summed it up in combination with the original text that was discounted at [-]%. That is to say, in order to ensure that the male protagonist who was still the prince can successfully ascend to the throne, all unstable factors must be eliminated.

And Mrs. Mo, who brought her child to Beijing to find a husband, happened to be this unstable factor. If their mother and child were caught by King Heng or other princes, then Mo Hanshang, who was treating the late emperor, would very likely rebel. Out of their team, whether he is voluntary or threatened.

So they had to make sure to keep Mo Hanshang stable.

The hero chooses to send the person away first, and then picks them up later to tell Mo Hanshang. As a result, there is an idiot in the team who doesn't play cards according to common sense, making things worse, and the rest of the people are forced to help him. Clean up the mess?

Said it seems very innocent.

Nan Ruo didn't dare to believe it all. People would subconsciously justify themselves when they narrated the wrong things they did. He asked these supporting men one by one, fearing that each of them could find a reason for himself from his own point of view.

And he is afraid that he will never be able to look directly at the ancient romance text again, what kind of Mary Su is this?What he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, and he is crazy about the heroine, defending himself like a jade and banging against the wall for the heroine, it's all fucking fake!Each has its own calculations!

"At that time, the situation was tense, and the four of them could not be left in Beijing. The reason for sending them away was to protect them. I never thought..."

"I never thought that you would harm his mother and son." Nan Ruo softly connected for him.

"It's Shangguan, I already told you, it's Shangguan!" Nangong Yunlin glared at him angrily, "How can I blame him for his madness!"

Nan Ruo looked at him and said nothing.

Nangong Yunlin stood up abruptly: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? Is it my fault? Did I push their mother and child off the cliff? Or did I chop them down with a knife? Do you know what it means to call disaster from heaven?!"

"Is it possible for me to criticize a prince of the Hou family? Or do you want me to accuse His Majesty of appointing the wrong person? Then you think highly of your father and me too!"

He was so angry that he fanned his fan loudly.

Nan Ruo changed the subject: "How did the Moyuan Envoy lose his memory?"

"How do I know!" Nangong Yunlin was still angry, glared at him, and said, "It is said that when researching new medicines, he tried them himself and caused memory confusion, and was deceived by the medicine boy who brought out the gold and silver. Just happened to meet the empress..."

Nan Ruo recalled the [-]% off plot, and the next one should be Empress Zheng and Mo Hanshang's first encounter. She saw Mo Hanshang stop the villagers who were carrying the coffin and buried them, saying that the child in the pregnant woman's belly could be saved, and passers-by They didn't believe him, only Empress Zheng was surprised by what he said about the laparotomy, she stood by his side, and helped persuade the pregnant woman's family to agree to the laparotomy of the woman's body, and took out the baby who was still alive inside.

The plot didn't say at all that Mo Hanshang had amnesia at this time. No wonder he agreed without much hesitation when Empress Zheng hired him afterwards. The co-author happened to have no money and no place to go.

"Does the empress know?" He asked casually.

Nangong Yunlin: "Of course I don't know."

He didn't know then, he doesn't know now, he doesn't know.

Nan Ruo: "Has the envoy of Mo Yuan recovered his memory?"

Nangong Yunlin looked at his son's bulging cheeks like a child's, hesitated for a while, and said: "He has recovered, and he has gradually remembered in the past two years."

Nan Ruo frowned: "Didn't he ask his wife and children?"

"I asked, and I sent someone to look for it. Mrs. Mo, mother and son were killed by bandits on the way to Beijing." Nangong Yunlin sat down, stopped fanning, put away all his laziness and incongruity, and stared at Nan Ruo Said, "I know what you're thinking, stop your thoughts, yes, Mrs. Mo's mother and child are pitiful, but things have already happened, you teach us how, why don't you go and confess to Mo Hanshang and tell him that we have killed his wife and children? He paid for his life?"

Nan Ruo: "I didn't think so..."

"Don't talk, listen to me." Nangong Yunlin interrupted him, "He knows, and then, find Shangguan and Leng Xingzhou to fight? Or resign in anger and return home? Who is he complaining about?"

He lowered his voice and stared at him closely: "It was the emperor who really gave the order! Who dares to complain to the emperor?!"

Nan Ruo licked her lower lip.

Nangong Yunlin: "Let's not talk about anything else, let's just talk about the contribution of the Moyuan envoy to Dayan over the years. He saved nearly 40 lives in the Yongzhou epidemic last year alone! It was because you caught wind and cold when you were ten years old. It was also cured with the medicine he cultivated!"

"Do you think you should keep him without telling him, or let him go? What's more..."

What's more, he may not survive if he leaves.

Nan Ruo helped him add that the emperor would not let a person who participated in the incident leave easily. He began to doubt whether the former emperor died of a real illness or a fake death. After all, the situation at the time, his death was the most beneficial to the hero.

Seeing that he understood, Nangong Yunlin slowed down his tone: "What's more, you think he really doesn't know?"

If Nan was not surprised, he guessed it.

Nangong Yunlin: "Now he is a famous genius doctor all over the world. He is an example of doctors all over the world. He will definitely be included in the history books in the future. It is not easy for him to give up."

Nan Ruo was silent.

This world pays attention to scholars, farmers, businessmen, and medicine belongs to industry. The status is far lower than that of modern times. Among the three religions, nine streams, five elements and eight works divided by the people, medicine is lower than business. Medicine is middle nine, and business is at the end of upper nine.

Seeing this, Zhiwei can get a glimpse of the status of doctors in this world just by looking at the Nangong family's attitude towards the family doctor.

The imperial doctor sounds nice and has an official position, but his rank is not high. He is a square technical official. He is treated very differently from officials of the same rank, and he will be convicted if he makes a mistake. The imperial court recruits famous doctors from the people every year. , but very few are willing to come.

In recent years, because of Mo Hanshang, the status of doctors has been improved, and the government-run medicine that was not valued was also specially proposed by the emperor to rectify.

If it continues for another few decades, there may be even greater changes.

Mo Hanshang would never give up, whether it was for his personal desire for power or for the world's healer.

Compared with his long-forgotten wife and children, he has made a decision.

"Let's talk about it." Nangong Yunlin said meaningfully, "Isn't the chief culprit, Shangguan, already gone?"

Nan Ruo was stunned.

In other words, even without him to create public opinion, Shangguan Zichen would die sooner or later, he just happened to meet at the right time and gave others a chance.

It wasn't him who really brought down Shangguan Zichen, but many people.

No, it should be said that it was the Emperor and Empress Zheng, they gave up on him, and used him to appease other people's grievances!

Nangong Yunlin looked at his appearance and sighed: "I knew you would be like this, those sour literati in the palace would talk about the benevolence of a gentleman, and teach you one by one—oh, look at this full of civil and military officials. , How many real gentlemen are there?"

"It's also my negligence. I just wanted to make you please your majesty and empress. It's not possible now. If this continues, I'm afraid your majesty and empress will not be happy either. From now on, I will take time to teach you every day, lest you be caught outside one day. When a person cheats, he still treats the other person as a good person.”

"Today I will tell you something. Remember, good people can't be officials, and bad people can't be officials. Think about it yourself, and tell me what you figure out next time."

He spoke earnestly, with worried love in his eyes, but Nan Ruo seemed to be strangled, only feeling suffocated for a while, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Okay, you've been tired for the past two days, go back to your own courtyard to rest, and have fun in the other courtyard these few days, and we'll talk about it when we get back to the mansion, go."

The successive shocks made Nan Ruo physically and mentally exhausted. When he returned to the yard, he sent away all the servants, closed the door and rolled up the quilt to cover his head.

He felt as if there was a huge monster waiting for him outside, and as long as he went out, he would swallow him up.

He can endure a ten-year-old servant being beaten to death, he can also kneel down, and he can endure torture when helping others. What really scares him is the difference in how he sees things from others. Don't remind him that he is a different kind.

Loneliness hits suddenly.

At this moment, he really realized what it means to be alone.

He will never see his relatives and friends who will nagging him again, he will not be able to confide his fear and anxiety to anyone, even those outside the door are called relatives, even if he recognizes every face outside and can call them out everyone's name.

After waking up and opening his eyes, he lay motionless without eating or drinking, probably the servants were ordered by his scumbag father and didn't come to disturb him until the evening when Gu Yu came to play with him according to the appointment yesterday.

Nan Ruoqiang pulled himself together and packed up, and took Gu Yu for a walk in the garden.

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Gu Yu thoughtfully found a booth and sat down.

Nan Ruo saw how he was adapting well, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you blame him?"

Feeling inappropriate after asking, he hurriedly said: "It's nothing, you just pretend you didn't hear, sorry."

Gu Yu shook his head, looking very indifferent, took out a pen and paper and wrote to him: "If you are too close, don't complain, the more distant you are..."

Nan Ruo looked at him.

He pursed his lips, crossed it out, and wrote on the back: "A little bit."

Nan Ruo stretched out his finger and pushed down the tip of the pen, and drew a vertical stroke: "You can have a little more."

Looking at the distorted "ten", Gu Yu's eyes turned red.

The uncle can complain, the aunt can complain, even outsiders who hear the rumors can complain, but he is the only one who has to show no complaints, and can't even say anything about complaining.

He doesn't want to obey the sage's words, he would rather be unfilial, he wants to complain.

Nan Ruo sighed inwardly, and patted his shoulder lightly.

Chatting with Gu Yu did not ease his mood, but deepened his anxiety.

For three consecutive days, Nan Ruo tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. During the day, he paced around the courtyard slowly, looking at the flowers, the grass, the mountains, the sunrise and sunset.

Today, along the path of walking for the past few days, I unknowingly arrived at an indescribable short peak next to it.

Walking along the artificially excavated stone steps, I saw a temple quietly located on the mountainside.

The temple is not big, but it is very elegantly built.

Nan Ruo heard the sound of wooden fish coming from inside the wall, his heart moved, he went forward and knocked on the door, unexpectedly the person who opened the door was a nun who was about forty years old, he looked up and realized that it was A nunnery.

"Amitabha, has the donor lost his way?" The nun asked kindly, obviously not the first time she encountered such a situation.

Nan Ruo hesitated, "May I ask if you can light the ever-burning lantern in the temple?"

In my memory, there is no rule that men cannot enter the nunnery. Several famous nunneries in the capital also accept male believers, but they cannot stay overnight.

However, this small nunnery in the mountain is remote, so maybe it won't receive them.

Just as he was about to say that he didn't need to go in, the nun opened the door: "Yes, benefactor, please come with me."

Seeing that she was calm, Nan Ruo brought her in with her.

Xu is a temple managed by women. It is elegant and quiet inside. One can tell that they have spent a lot of time on it. Most of them are old nuns along the way. The nun who led them was the youngest one. No wonder they would allow them to come in. .

Nan Ruo directly untied the money bag and put it on the table: "I want to light two long-burning lamps, and I don't need to engrave my name on them, as long as I know it myself."

One was for Xiao Ruogu, and the other was for the dead girl. Although she promised to continue poisoning him after the quarrel with "Second Brother", she did let him go once before.

He originally wanted to see her and have a chat with her, but he didn't expect that it was the only time he saw her when he sold his body to bury his father.

The nun responded with a smile, and soon got ready for him.

Nan Ruo asked the first day and the second day to hang the lamp, and he knelt down devoutly to the Buddha statue, recited scriptures for the two of them sincerely, and prayed to the Buddha that Xiao Ruogu would have a good pregnancy. Be a mother and child, and live happily ever after.

He was about to leave after praying, but was stopped by the nun.

Nan Ruo thought it was because he frightened them with too much money for sesame oil, but unexpectedly the door next door opened and an unexpected person walked out.

Prince? !