Dedicated to life

"Empress, Your Royal Highness has lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, the bleeding was stopped in time, but when she will wake up... I can't guarantee it." The imperial physician at the side was the one who told Ling Mojin that Mo Haoxuan was ill. Not much to say, but one sentence hits the point.

Yu Qingge is not dead, but it is uncertain when he will wake up.

But even so, Ling Mojin burst into laughter, she never let go of Yu Qingge's hand, looked at Yu Qingge's bloodless face, "Really? Then I will always guard you."

Seeing this scene, the imperial doctor felt that there was no need to stay any longer, so he called the palace people to retreat together. Ling Mojin never looked back, and now she has nothing more important than Qingge.

This is what Li Luo and Concubine Jing saw when they came in. It was the first time Concubine Jing saw Ling Mojin and Yu Qingge so close, but she didn't find it awkward or unaccustomed at all, on the contrary, she felt that they matched surprisingly well.

The looks of the two of them must be said to be overwhelming. At this time, Ling Mojin was not wearing a palace robe, and that white dress set her off like a fairy from the sky, and there were still wet tears on her unpainted face. , his complexion was a little pale, and his appearance was not inferior to that of Yu Qingge.

"Sister, just stay with her at ease, and leave the rest to us." Concubine Jing walked over and put her hands on her shoulders. If she said that she agreed to help Ling Mojin kill the king for her own benefit, Then at this moment, Concubine Jing was completely moved by Ling Mojin.

Before this, she never knew that the affection between women was so deep, she had heard a little about the food in the palace, and at that time she only thought that it was because the palace people were lonely physically and mentally in the palace, that's why there was such a relationship.

Seeing Ling Mojin's expression today, she finally believed that the affection between women is no worse than the affection between men and women, and it is even purer and deeper.

Ling Mojin nodded silently, Li Luo and Concubine Jing stopped talking and quietly backed out.

"Qingge, from today onwards I will never leave you again, since you are tired, go to sleep." Ling Mojin pressed a kiss on her forehead, and said softly: "I will wait for you to wake up , to enjoy the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains outside the palace with you."

The night was getting darker, and the outside of the palace city was still quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, a watchman would yell and pass one house after another.

But the inside of the palace city has been turned upside down, the sky of Nanheng country has changed after all.

According to the "Nanheng History", at the beginning of the 11th year of Emperor Shun'an, Mo Haoxuan, the emperor of Shun'an, died in the middle of the night due to a relapse of his old illness, and was found in the imperial study by the palace people the next day.

According to the usual practice, if the prince has not been abolished, the prince will be enthroned as the emperor after the death of the emperor.

For some reason, Mo Chengxiao woke up and was told that his father had passed away. He had not been very close to Mo Haoxuan since he was a child, so at this moment he was worried about whether his mother would be heartbroken because of his father's death.

His mother was sad, but not for Mo Haoxuan.

Ling Mojin spent the past few days in the Yonghe Palace to take care of Yu Qingge, feeding medicine, changing clothes, and wiping her body, all done by herself, never letting the palace people touch Yu Qingge.

Looking at her single-minded appearance, Yingyue couldn't help but shed tears.

The ten-year love of the princess, and the response of the empress belatedly, are finally overcoming all difficulties to stay together. Princess, you must wake up, otherwise you will let the empress spend the rest of her life.

I was moved, I killed the king, I did all the empresses that shouldn't be done, if you leave like this, let alone the empress, I, Yingyue, will not forgive you.

The crown prince was going to attend the funeral of the late emperor. After these few days, Mo Chengxiao also realized what he was about to face, but the nine-year-old him acted a little calm, and he was not as ignorant as before.

Although Mo Haoxuan died, even though Mo Chengxiao, who was about to ascend the throne, was a legitimate prince, some officials still couldn't avoid speculation.

The golden nanmu coffin was about to be completely covered, and some officials still stood up to speak out.

"Dare to ask Concubine Jing, I heard that you have been attending the bed for the past few days, why does the emperor suddenly have a relapse of his old illness?"

The official who spoke was a fourth-rank servant of the same rank, and presumably he was pointed out as the top bird.

"Your Majesty? If I remember the Nanheng regulations correctly, the one standing in front of you is the current Holy Majesty." Concubine Jing took a step forward, and her tone was rare and sharp. Mo Chengxiao would lose his mind at this moment. Jun Wei, she couldn't imagine how these nostalgic officials would embarrass him.

"It is logical and inevitable for His Highness the Crown Prince to succeed to the throne, but at least let the ministers know the reason for the emperor's death." The official did not retreat but advanced, and did not take Concubine Jing seriously.

Under such circumstances, Mo Chengxiao couldn't suppress it no matter how precocious he was, he could only watch Concubine Jing argue for him.

"This matter was diagnosed by an imperial physician, and the emperor's relapse is the reason." Concubine Jing sneered immediately, "Or do you want to impose some trumped-up charges on Ben Gong?"

Concubine Jing roughly thought of the intentions of these officials, but as long as she could hold on to this moment, nothing would happen, because Li Luo had already replaced Mo Haoxuan's body, and what was lying in the coffin was a man who looked like Mo Haoxuan eight times. Very similar, it was indeed a man who died of a recurrence of an old disease.

"Your Majesty is in his prime of life, and he has never heard of an old disease. Even if he really had an old disease, he was fine a few days before his death. How could it develop to such a degree overnight?" the servant had just finished speaking. As soon as the voice was heard, some of the officials started whispering.

Concubine Jing's thoughts were tense, but she couldn't speak. She felt that she was about to be unable to hold on to this scene.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, a cool and majestic female voice sounded.

"Now, do the Qing family not believe in the diagnosis of the imperial physician, or do you think that this palace is protecting Concubine Jing and allowing her to murder the emperor?"

Ling Mojin walked up the steps step by step. Because of the monarch's funeral, she was dressed in plain white today, but she couldn't hide her dignified and majestic aura. Standing in the middle at this moment, she had the aura of a king's presence, which shocked the people below for a while. Whispering courtiers.

She was no longer as sad as when she saw Yu Qingge in a coma. Although she was a little black and blue due to fatigue, this did not affect her deterrent power at the moment, but made the officials even more afraid.

Ling Mojin glanced at the prime minister, seeing that he was silent, neither raising objections nor obstructing other officials' troubles, so she had a solid idea in her mind.

"The emperor passed away, and the crown prince is supposed to succeed. Secondly, Xiyue has been eyeing him all the time. Now if Nanheng's court is in chaos, who will be responsible for the consequences? Who can afford it?"

Ling Mojin condescendingly glanced at the courtiers below, but no one answered, and continued: "What kind of truth do you want? Do you have to put Concubine Jing on the crime line?"

The courtiers below stopped talking, thinking about it in their hearts.

The power of the Empress's natal family should not be underestimated, and now they point out every word that Mo Haoxuan's death is a foregone conclusion. If the entanglement continues, it will definitely not be her who will suffer, but those who try to find out the truth.

What's more, the only ones who have objections are a few old ministers who used to be trusted by Mo Haoxuan. Most of the courtiers have already complained about what Mo Haoxuan has done in recent days. Yu Qingge's daughter, that is, his adopted daughter Yu Qingge, was imprisoned, and the upcoming concubine ceremony was to accept Yu Qingge as a concubine.

If it's just this kind of behavior, it's fine, but it's useless to disregard the king's face for this matter.

In just these few days, Mo Haoxuan lost the hearts of his subjects. As an emperor, he almost committed all the taboos at once.

"Xiao'er." Ling Mojin turned her face and called out.

"Mother, son is here." Mo Chengxiao walked forward from behind her.

"Do you still remember the way to be a king that I told my mother a few days ago?" Ling Mojin encouraged Mo Chengxiao in her eyes, as loving as usual.

"Remember, my son should keep it in mind, and he will definitely live up to the expectations of the people of the world." Mo Chengxiao actually bowed his knees and saluted. To him, this is not just a few words whether he remembers or not, but also the meaning of his future years. During the middle of the year, we must always keep in mind the way of governing the country.

The prime minister at the bottom of the steps looked at this scene, and the only remaining temptations in his heart were erased. What Nanheng needs is not a king who is addicted to beauty. Even if there are 3000 beauties in the harem, they cannot affect the heart of the country and the people. .

But now the conversation between Ling Mojin and Mo Chengxiao is tantamount to letting the Prime Minister's not completely close heart completely return to Ling Mojin's side.

What is the way of the king?What is the way of governing the country?A person of Ling Mojin's background must have taught Mo Chengxiao orthodox thinking, so when he heard this conversation, the Prime Minister had completely dispelled his inner doubts and barriers about this matter.

Mo Haoxuan has passed away, and Mo Chengxiao is going to ascend the throne no matter what. Hearing this, how Mo Haoxuan passed away is no longer important. The prime minister suddenly felt that the dignified and stable queen in front of him would support the crown prince to become a prince. The greatest emperor in Nanheng history.

"Old minister...greetings to the empress dowager, thousands of years old." The prime minister who had been keeping calm knelt down to salute Ling Mojin, and he was no longer calling the queen, but the queen mother.

Most of the courtiers were originally from the disciples of Lingfu, and most of them were on Ling Mojin's side. The rest of Mo Haoxuan's former officials felt reasonable after hearing what she said just now, but at this moment, the prime minister's compromise It even crushed their last trace of desire to find out the truth, and they all knelt down and saluted with him involuntarily.

The phrase "The empress dowager is a thousand years old, a thousand years old" resounded throughout the hall. At this moment, no one is going to pursue the cause of Mo Haoxuan's death, and some are only willingly surrendering to Ling Mojin.

"Nanheng History" records that after Mo Chengxiao succeeded to the throne, he respected his mother Ling Mojin as the empress dowager, and Ling Mojin assisted the new emperor's early rule by listening to the government behind the curtain for a period of time thereafter.