Seventy-seven meeting GL

The emperor fell ill.

As a sign, the most glorious era of Emperor Tikun has passed.Tianlang's internal and external troubles continue to intensify. Now that he lacks the most important person at the helm, the entire court is becoming more and more gloomy, as if the rotten foundation is crumbling.

For many days, the ministers waited in the court hall, discussing the prince's treason, and finally saw Eunuch Qian coming out, shaking their heads sadly and feebly.

"My lords, the emperor has just woken up today, and his body is still very weak. Today's morning court has also been cancelled. All lords, please come back earlier.

go. "Qian Shu told them tactfully.

"Eunuch Qian, how is the emperor's health?" All ministers and ministers were very concerned.The ministers were a little anxious because they couldn't ask about Lang Muwei's specific condition.

Hubu Shangshu Peng Bo said: "A country cannot be without a king for a day. The prince's treason and departure from the capital are of great importance. It has shaken the foundation of our country. It is better for the emperor to preside over the overall situation. The emperor's illness is unknown, and our ministers are naturally concerned. It's hard to be peaceful."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Peng is right." All the ministers responded one after another.

Du Yushi Xiao Xuanji silently observed the anxious expressions of the people. In this court hall, those with excited faces were all the people of the third prince, and those who were depressed were all the people of the prince.

Xiao Xuanji thought to himself, it seems that some people have restrained themselves for too long, and they can't help it anymore.

"Why do adults need to be anxious? The health of the emperor's body is the most important thing now. When the emperor is in good health, everything will be decided by himself." Xiao Xuanji said unhurriedly.

This remark made Qian Shu heave a sigh of relief, and quickly agreed. "Lord Xiao is right. The Imperial Hospital is hurrying up to find out the emperor's illness. You don't need to worry."

Hearing this, all the ministers shook their heads and stopped asking any more questions.

Tianlang Palace Mental Cultivation Hall

"Chief, Chief!" the little eunuch summoned outside the door, and Qian Shu came out from the hall with a pale and withered face. "What's up?"

The little eunuch politely reported: "The guard at the gate of the city informed them that the prince's body had been transported back and was parked outside the Chongyang Gate. The sixth prince who accompanied him was also waiting at the gate of the palace. See Your Majesty. The younger one was ordered to report, but the emperor is currently weak, so I don’t know if it is appropriate to report at this time..."

Qian Shu's expression froze, and he taught the little eunuch a lesson.

"What are you talking about? No matter what mistakes the prince has made, he is still the emperor's own heir. Of course, the emperor must be informed about this matter. Our family will go to report, and you ask the sixth prince to wait first."

The little eunuch: "Hey, that's great!"

Lang Zihui was summoned by Lang Muwei in the afternoon.

Dim light came in from the west window, and Lang Muwei sat up reluctantly, leaning weakly on the gold-woven pillow embroidered with dragon patterns.

The white hair on his temples gradually spread and looked a little disheveled, the cloudy tiger eyes showed fatigue, and his face was haggard and gray. Who could have imagined how heroic and heroic he used to be, and how magnificent he was when he ruled the sky?

Lang Muwei aged almost instantly.The scenery of the past seemed to have left the aged emperor's body at once.

"What are you doing back here?" Lang Muwei's voice sounded old and hoarse after not speaking for many days, "Didn't you run away with that rebellious son?"

"Royal father!" Lang Zihui lay on his bed under Lang Muwei's dragon bed, weeping bitterly, "Royal father... my son was wrong, my son and brother Huang were wrong..."

"People are dead, so what's the use of talking about it." Lang Muwei sighed softly, half-sarcastically, "After living for more than 30 years, it was useless in the end, and he committed suicide in fear of crime."

"Father, elder brother, he didn't commit suicide out of fear of crime! He has a reason!" Lang Zihui argued, "My son knows that Father must feel that Brother Huang has betrayed you and Tianlang, but Father, Emperor Brother didn't want to collude with Dong Cheng voluntarily...Brother Huang was forced...Look," Lang Zihui took out the letterhead that was kept next to him from the skirt of his shirt, "He is innocent, you see, this is the brother who died before he committed suicide Written in blood with grief and indignation! Every word is weeping with blood, and every word is full of tears! Father, please read it over and give big brother peace!"

Lang Muwei's curiosity was aroused by these words, he quickly took the envelope, looking at the familiar characters on the envelope, his hands trembled involuntarily.

Seeing the bright red blood characters, his heart trembled, so he began to read with mixed feelings of pain and anger, the more he read, the more sad he felt.Although Lang Heming is cowardly, he attaches great importance to this father-son relationship and recalls many details of the past, which deeply touched Lang Muwei.

"Kang'er did so many things behind my back? Was it Kang'er who confronted Ming'er all the way? Was it also Kang'er who drove him here?" Lang Muwei asked in a trembling voice as he read. violent ups and downs.

Lang Zihui knelt down on the ground and cried: "Father, the third brother has been secretly coveting the throne and constantly developing power. The eldest brother said that brotherhood is deep, and he always bears the burden of brotherhood! But the third brother and the Xiling princess The involvement is unclear, and the elder brother is often framed by the elder brother. The elder brother is suffering in his heart and cannot tell. When he is desperate, he is tempted by Dong Cheng for a while, which is why he went astray! The elder brother has always regretted this! Before he died, he was still talking about it. With this matter..."

"Brother said that he has no face to see his father again, let alone go to Dongcheng to live as a traitor...so...so..." Lang Zihui's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally choked up, crying very sadly.

"My son, He Ming, is really confused, confused!" Long Muwei couldn't bear the misery in his heart, and he let out a long sigh.

The prince was certainly wrong, but remembering that he had used his death to atone for his sins, Lang Muwei couldn't help crying, and couldn't bear to be harsh.

"A wrong step is a wrong step. In this palace, there is no turning back."

"Where is... his bones?" Lang Muwei asked tremblingly. Back to his father's identity, he still had deep feelings for Lang Heming. Lang Heming was brought up by him alone. Never before has so much effort been devoted to other princes.Because of this, Lang Heming's death hit him even more fatally.

"At this moment, it is stopping outside Chongyang Gate..." Lang Zihui answered cautiously with his head lowered.

"Qian Shu, let's go to the Chongyang Gate, I... I want to go and see him."

"Hey." Qian Shu looked at Lang Muwei worriedly, "Your Majesty, it has been a long time, and the crown prince's condition is not very good. The emperor has seen you, so don't be too sad, your health has just recovered... "

"I'm prepared in my heart, let's arrange it." Lang Muwei said with a dull expression, his eyes were full of sadness, "the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, I lost the crown prince, Tianlang lost the crown prince, In this world, what else is there to lose?"

Lang Muwei held Lang Heming's coffin and wept for a long time, and was helped back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Since that day, his physical condition seems to have plummeted.From then on, he couldn't afford to be sick, and he couldn't even leave his couch. He had to be served by someone every day, and he was completely reduced to a patient who needed someone to take care of him.

After the diagnosis and treatment, the imperial physicians gradually felt that Lang Muwei seemed to be terminally ill, but they couldn't figure out the focus of the disease.They thought that the emperor had suffered a great blow, his heart disease was difficult to heal, and his body's serious ailment broke out again, let alone healed.

Lang Muwei's condition weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, and recently Lang Yinshi had less chance to see Mo Ziyou.

All entertainment activities in the palace have been cancelled, the Holy Majesty is not healthy, so it is very inappropriate to hold activities.

Lang Kangzhe has been very happy recently, he has nothing on his mind, and stays by Mo Ziyou's side all day long, almost to the point of being inseparable.Mo Ziyou couldn't refuse again and again, fearing to arouse Lang Kangzhe's suspicion, so he had no choice but to say no more.

The ambiguous relationship between Mo Ziyou and Lang Kangzhe made Lang Yinshi feel very unhappy, but there was another thing that worried him, which was the upcoming re-establishment of the reserve.

One month later, on the streets of Tianlang Capital

Lang Yinshi had never felt that his steps were in such a hurry as today. After receiving the news from Mo Ziyou, he wished that the next intersection would be the small courtyard with bamboo fence, and he would be able to see that purple-gold corner of his clothes in the next second. .This kind of intense emotion rarely appeared on her body, and she couldn't help being disturbed by it, but also throbbed by it.

However, when he turned into Luoguxiang, he found a few sneaky people following him.

"Oh." The corner of his mouth raised, and he walked quickly to the depths of the alley.

"Quick, follow up." The follower followed him into the alley.

The follower wandered around in the alley, and when he turned his eyes, he saw an alley leading straight to the end. Where are there people? "Oops, where did the person go?"

"You guys, go ahead and have a look! The rest of you follow me, if we lose you again today, Manager Qi will never spare us!" A man who looked like a leader ordered in a low voice.

"Yes!" Soon, the few people who were following him disappeared into the alley.

Lang Yinshi let go of the hand supporting the wall and fell from the top of the alley. "Director Qi? Could it be Qi Xu? Heh." He shook his head, turned around and left the alley.

Mo Ziyou was waiting anxiously, when he heard the creaking of the wooden door, and it was gently pushed open.The mood was about to fly out, and when he turned around, he saw Lang Yinshi's calm and smiling face.

Mo Ziyou stepped forward to put his arms around Lang Yinshi's neck, leaned close to his face, and said affectionately and coquettishly.

"You haven't come to me for so many days, have you fallen in love with other women?"

"Don't dare. I'm afraid that if you don't pay attention, you will be snatched away by the third brother..." Lang Yinshi's original irritated mood disappeared without a trace when he saw Mo Ziyou.

"Oh, so it's because of this again." Mo Ziyou gave her a helpless look, "How long are you going to doubt me and Lang Kangzhe?"

"I was planning to ask you, how long are you going to be tired of the third brother?" Lang Yinshi asked, and she became angry when she said this. As the seventh prince of Tianlang, His Royal Highness King Ye, the great general who protects the country Yin Bugui, she persisted, not wanting to show this kind of mentality that cares about feelings, but the sour energy in her heart couldn't be calmed down no matter what.

"Hey, look at this fair little face, aren't you jealous?" Mo Zi caressed his side face, smiling sweetly.

"Hmph." Lang Yinshi turned his face away, not letting her continue pinching it, and never admitted it, "No."

Seeing this man throwing his temper again, Mo Ziyou withdrew his hand unwillingly, "Then there is no other way, it seems that Ben Gong and Lang Kangzhe are going to continue to get along with each other, oh, maybe we can get even more..." Mo Zi You tilted his head, pretending to be indifferent.

"You... dare..." Lang Yinshi couldn't get out of his breath.

"Huh? Why don't you dare?" Mo Ziyou looked at her flushed face, and couldn't help but find it interesting. Lang Yinshi didn't like expressing, and she wanted to teach her how to express it little by little.

"It's too uncomfortable for some people to insist on it. If you have something to say, why don't you just say it?" Mo Ziyou seemed to have seen through her, and said with a smile.

Lang Yin Shijun blushed slightly, she seemed to give up struggling, sighed and frowned and said, "You know, every time I see you and the third brother go in and out, I feel...how unhappy ? There is no one to complain about the resentment in your heart...Do you have to change your attitude of not refusing to the third brother?"

"Well, what you said is indeed reasonable!" Mozi smiled slightly, blinked his charming eyes, leaned closer, and kissed her warm lips. "I thought you had such good concentration on this stone and didn't care about me at all. I was a bit disappointed!"

"The howling wind in my heart, the thunder and lightning, how can it be seen so easily." Lang Yinshi said a little bit aggrieved.

Being soothed by the kiss from the person in front of her, she said seriously, "At first I thought you liked the third brother, so I planned to give up this idea. But after you left, I thought, if I really like you, why hide it?" Concealing these things, not to mention that you haven't agreed to him, even if you agreed to him, I will not give up until you officially reject me. That's why I mustered up the courage to catch up with you on the street that day. "

"Yize said that I am emotionally cowardly, and she is right. On the battlefield, I can be very brave, but for you, I am not sure. It is because of taking care of my identity that she is so considerate and amiable to me."

"I'm afraid that you are such a lovable and reasonable person, and I'm just one of those people who pretend to be passionate, and I'm even more afraid that you pretend to be more than just me..." Lang Yinshi poured out the words in his heart Come out, "Can you understand, You'er?"

"Heh." Hearing Lang Yinshi express his concern for her for the first time, Mo Ziyou was very sweet in his heart, his eyes sparkled, and she kissed the corner of her mouth as if rewarding her, smiling like a flower. "Not only understand, but also glad you said this."

Lang Yinshi's words gave her a lot of strength and at the same time strengthened her determination.

Mo Ziyou let go of this embrace, suppressed his smile and became serious, "Xiao Yin, you have to believe, I really want to be with you freely."

"...but not now."

"...I'm sorry Xiaoyin, I can't promise you. I can't completely sever ties with Lang Kangzhe."

Mo Ziyou spoke calmly, with a decisiveness that had already been decided in his expression.

Clear words sounded, Mo Ziyou had never had such a determined and indifferent expression, Lang Yinshi felt a sharp pain in his heart.She almost opened her mouth to say why, but she seemed to understand again suddenly.

The author has something to say:

For the past two days, I have been thinking about what kind of structure the final plot should be presented... Although the general plan has been finalized, the details are still being adjusted.Well, I still hope to finish this story without being careless.

Guess why the Seventh Princess couldn't sever ties with Lang Kangzhe?