Dedicated to life

According to the "History of Nanheng", in the ninth year of Emperor Shun'an of Nanheng, Xida aggressively invaded the border of Nanheng, causing chaos on the border of Nanheng. Yue bowed his head and proclaimed himself a minister, but Yu Feng insisted on going to battle because the arrow poison had not yet recovered, causing the poison to spread. After the signing of the peace treaty, the arrow poison broke out several times but failed to be treated, and passed away.

In Prince Yu's mansion, the eunuch passing the decree read out the imperial decree shining in bright yellow luster in his hand with a shrill tone as if pinching his throat respectfully: "Yu Qingge, the daughter of Xuan Yufeng, enters the palace immediately, hereby."

"Yu Qingge accepts the decree." The kneeling woman stretched out her white and slender hands to receive the imperial decree. At this moment, her heart is not the joy of the imminent face-to-face, but some inexplicable words mixed with the pain of losing her father that has not yet dissipated. Unidentified emotions.

"Your Majesty, the princess has entered the palace and is waiting outside." The eunuch who had just delivered the decree took Yu Qingge into the palace and went into the imperial study to report.

After the dragon case, Mo Haoxuan put the memorial in his hand aside, and a look of joy flashed across his brows, "Quickly declare."

The eunuch hurriedly sent a message: "Xuan Yu Qingge sees you."

The woman who stepped into the imperial study made Mo Haoxuan's eyes stare at her for a moment, as if she would disappear if she blinked, the woman lowered down and saluted without being humble or overbearing: "Yu Qingge has seen the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor!" Long live."

"Stay flat." Mo Haoxuan originally wanted to stretch out his hand to help her up, but thinking of the decision he just made, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and the joy on his brows disappeared.

Mo Haoxuan suppressed the discomfort in his heart: "Qingge, before your father died, you asked me to take care of you instead of him. I and your father are as close as brothers, and I will treat you as my own. Now I accept you as a righteous daughter. You Willing?"

Those inexplicable thoughts in Yu Qingge's heart are mushrooming like mushrooms at the moment, Yu Qingge knelt down, and gently closed her eyes, she heard her own voice: "Go back to the emperor, Qingge is willing."

In Weiyang Palace, after a woman sat upright at the table, her slender and slender jade fingers danced on the guqin like raindrops, and the melodious sound of the piano could only be heard, like a stream of clear spring flowing into her heart.

"The emperor is here." Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, Mo Haoxuan came from the Imperial Study Room, his handsome face was a little gentle, and the stern eyes he usually faced with the courtiers disappeared the moment he stepped into Weiyang Palace. Some are just respect and love for the queen, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find a hint of disappointment hidden in those eyes.

"The concubine has met the emperor." The woman who was playing the piano just now stood up and blessed Mo Haoxuan.

Seeing this, Mo Haoxuan hurriedly hid the emotions brought about in the imperial study, and stretched out his hands to help her up: "I said a long time ago, the queen does not need to be polite." He looked at the woman who raised her head in front of him. Her eyes are clear, and her brows and eyes are like a fairy who descended from the earth in the painter's brush. The bright red phoenix robe with gold trim adds a solemn atmosphere to her who is already out of the world.

"Queen, Qingge, Yu Feng's daughter, has been adopted by me as a righteous daughter, which can be regarded as fulfilling Yu Feng's last wish." Thinking of Yu Feng, Mo Haoxuan felt bitterness in his heart.

"Nan Heng founded the country since his father. When he was young, his father went to war for many years. In the mansion, Yu Feng was the only one who accompanied me to practice literature and martial arts. His friendship was like a biological brother. Yu Feng was five years older than me, and I always regarded him as an elder brother in my heart. , I still remember talking with him about the situation in the world when I was young, alas..." Recalling that after he ascended the throne, he was named a prince with a different surname and a general of the town. Now he has passed away, with only one daughter Yu Qingge under his knee.

Ling Mojin doesn't have a deep impression of Yu Qingge, she only remembers that three years ago that woman was a stunning girl, and that year's casual dance won the hearts of many young talents in the court.

She nodded slightly and said: "My Majesty's condolences, Prince Yu's soul in heaven will definitely not want to see you like this."

Ling Mojin has always been reticent. She was born into a famous writer in the world and was influenced by her father since she was a child. No matter what kind of emotion she has, she doesn't need to express it to the outside.

At the age of 15, she married Mo Haoxuan, who had just ascended the throne. At that time, Mo Haoxuan was 25 years old. Now ten years have passed, and Ling Mojin has become a virtuous queen praised by everyone in the harem and even the people. She is fair in the harem, He also gave birth to a prince for the emperor, and even though Mo Haoxuan had 3000 beauties in the harem, Ling Mojin's succession was as stable as a rock.

Looking at Ling Mojin's gentle face, Mo Haoxuan sighed softly in his heart, the queen is good in everything, but this temper is too indifferent, since the day of her wedding, she gave birth to the prince Mo Chengxiao after doing the husband and wife affairs like a routine, Mo Haoxuan was not interested in seeing Ling Mojin again, but that beautiful face that had never bloomed for him made him flinch.

"I have a family banquet in Chengqian Palace tonight, and you and I are the only three Qingge." Mo Haoxuan explained the purpose of today's visit.

Ling Mojin evoked a faint smile and said: "The concubine obeys the order."

Mo Haoxuan, who returned to the imperial study, finally had a gap to calm down after summoning Yu Qingge and going to Weiyang Palace. Mo Haoxuan leaned back on the dragon chair and closed his eyes, and the feigned joy was gradually lost by the previous one. Annexing, he murmured: "Why I just can't bear to take you away, I really want to be a foolish king once."

Who would have known that he originally wanted to accept Yu Qingge as a concubine? In Mo Haoxuan's mind, the image of Yu Qingge dancing and her enchanting figure that was reflected in his heart at the celebration banquet three years ago appeared in Mo Haoxuan's mind. , with a charming face, and every dance step is charming to the bone marrow, which Mo Haoxuan never forgets until now.

But when Yu Feng was dying, he retreated from the crowd and told Mo Haoxuan with his only strength: "For me...take good care of Qingge, for me...do my father's responsibility, it is the father, not the husband...jun..."

It was only then that Mo Haoxuan realized that Yu Feng had noticed all his thoughts over the past few years, and he could obviously ignore Yu Feng's instructions. After all, only the two of them knew what he said. He stopped himself from accepting Yu Qingge as a concubine, but he couldn't escape his conscience after all, because it was Yu Feng, who he treated like a brother, he really couldn't do it.

Mo Haoxuan felt a little bit reluctant, "That's all." The final sound of these two words echoed in the imperial study room for a long time, as if reluctant to leave.

Ling Mojin has been shocked by Yu Qingge since she stepped into the Chengqian Palace, maybe because of Yu Feng's death, maybe because of her own preferences, Yu Qingge is dressed in white, and her neck is as graceful as a swan , her hair was like a waterfall of blue hair scattered on her back, exuding an unearthly charm, but when she looked at Ling Mojin, this feeling was shattered, Ling Mojin sighed inwardly, what an alluring appearance this is, There is a bit of charm between her eyebrows and eyes, and the tails of her eyes are slightly upturned. Even when she is not smiling, there is a sense of enchantment. If she really smiles, it is not difficult for Ling Mojin to imagine that maybe no man can withstand her temptation. / confused.

While Ling Mojin was admiring Yu Qingge's ability to combine elegance and enchantment so perfectly, Yu Qingge was also thinking in her heart that the aura around the woman in front of her was still so clean, dignified, elegant, and very dignified, with precipitation in her eyes. What came down was the calmness and indifference she had cultivated in ten years in charge of the harem.

There were only Mo Haoxuan, Ling Mojin and Yu Qingge sitting at the huge table. Because Yu Feng had just passed away, Mo Haoxuan didn't ask the dancer to perform the dance, but the three of them just chatted about the family life, so that Ling Mojin could talk more. After all, they haven't seen Yu Qingge since the celebration banquet three years ago, so it can be said that they are unfamiliar.

Mo Haoxuan raised his hand to let the palace maid serve dishes, and said with a smile: "Qingge, treat it as if it is in your own mansion, and in the future, you will also go to the palace to accompany me and the queen to have meals."

A faint smile appeared in Yu Qingge's eyes, making her already enchanting face even more charming: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Qingge will definitely enter the palace often."

After hearing this, Mo Haoxuan said in a reproachful manner: "Qingge, I have accepted you as my adopted daughter, and you are now my daughter, why do you still call me that?"

Yu Qingge's heart skipped a beat, father?Does that mean Ling Mojin should also be called the queen mother?It was really interesting. Thinking of this, she smiled sweetly on her face, and softly called Mo Haoxuan "Father Emperor". For the fun of the queen.

The family banquet went smoothly, and during the dinner, Yu Qingge, who was in a depressed mood, let out a few chuckles because of some interesting stories that Mo Haoxuan told about what happened during the march when he was young.

On the other hand, Ling Mojin, who was at the side, only had a faint smile on her lips from the beginning to the end.

Ling Mojin didn't know that when she was listening intently to Mo Haoxuan's words, or putting food in her mouth, there would always be a faint look across her face that seemed to be intentional or unintentional, this look was so light that she could hardly feel it , so Ling Mojin will not know that there is actually a hot temperature under this gaze, so hot that the owner of that gaze has to hide it deeply for the time being, but this person believes that Ling Mojin can feel its warmth. The days are not far behind.