Seventy-seven meeting GL

When Lang Yinshi returned to his residence, he was not in a good mood.

Mo Ziyou's sharp words still rang in his ears.

"It's not that I don't believe in you, but with your current strength, you still have no chance of winning in a head-to-head comparison with Lang Kangzhe. Your foundation in the capital is not as deep as Lang Kangzhe, and it is rare to win the hearts of ministers for a while."

"Now that the prince is dead, Lang Kangzhe is what people want. Soon, he will be able to call the wind and rain. And how can he allow others to rise?"

"I'm very worried about you, Xiao Yin. As long as I still have a place in his heart, I can protect you well."

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Her heart was in severe pain, and she understood Mo Ziyou's helplessness, but the feeling that her beloved was controlled by others only made her feel painful.

Lang Kangzhe's strength is clearly in front of him, and all he has is just a gamble based on his beliefs, and he gambles with the hearts of the people.And there is never a surefire way to gamble on people's hearts.

She couldn't promise anything to Mo Ziyou.

"Whom Xiling can help now is not entirely up to me to decide, it still depends on Emperor Tianlang's opinion." Before leaving, Mo Ziyou told her, "If you can get Lang Muwei to support you, you will have a chance. "

Lang Yinshi clenched his fists and sighed deeply.

It was evening when we returned to the mansion.Walking far away in the backyard, I saw a person sitting in a pavilion on the side of the mountain.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Zhan Ning.

"Miss Zhan, why are you here?"

"My lord, you are back." Seeing her approaching, Zhan Ning stood up awkwardly, and quickly patted her dress.She rarely wore a loose skirt, which seemed a bit unaccustomed to her. In the past, she always wore tight clothes because she was busy with business.

"En." Lang Yinshi smiled slightly, and sat down by the side of the pavilion. "Don't be restrained, sit down and talk."

"Okay." Zhan Ning nodded repeatedly.

The two sat in silence for a while.

"Does Miss Zhan come here often?"

"The scenery here is very nice. Sitting here for a while will make you feel very comfortable." Zhan Ning has seemed a lot more restrained since she came back from Beauty Square, and every time she saw Lang Yinshi, she was more clumsy than lively.

"Miss Zhan has something on her mind?" Lang Yinshi asked when he realized what was wrong with her.

"No." Zhan Ning shook her head again and again, "It's Zhan Ning's fault for worrying the prince."

Having said that, Zhan Ning's slightly frowning brows still revealed some deep entanglements.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, if you don't want to tell, there is no need to apologize." Lang Yinshi smiled generously to show comfort.

In Zhan Ning's ears, these words seemed to have other meanings.

"Zhan Ning is not unwilling... Zhan Ning is just..." She lowered her head deeply, faltered for a long time, and after a few times of wandering thoughts, she finally asked, "My lord, if you like someone, you may never be able to get married." With you, will you fight to the end for her at all costs?"

Lang Yinshi was worrying about his feelings, when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help being stunned and involved many thoughts.

If she loses the bet this time and Lang Kangzhe ascends the throne smoothly, Mo Ziyou will no longer belong to her, and she will never have the chance to wrestle with Lang Kangzhe again.

If that's the case, I'm really not reconciled.

She was a little touched and said, "However, how can you give her up to others? You have to gamble for her once, and you will be worthy of this heart."

"What if in the end it's all for nothing?" Zhan Ning asked, "What if for this person, you don't hesitate to fight against everything, but you lose completely?"

Lang Yinshi thought for a moment, and said, "Even if liking her means that one day I will never recover, I am not willing to give up."

If you can't stay with the one you love in this life, how is it different from extinguished ashes and withered rotten wood?

As Lang Yinshi said this, he didn't notice that the eyes of Zhan Ning beside him were already moist, and he lowered his head, revealing a bitter smile.

Hearing that the emperor had recovered a bit, dozens of officials asked to see him in the afternoon to discuss the matter of establishing a new crown prince.

Lang Muwei was a little unhappy. It was only two months after the death of the prince, and these ministers were already anxious to find another master.This proposal undoubtedly hurt the unhealed wound in Lang Muwei's heart.

What's more, when a person gets sick, he is more afraid of death than in the past. Discussing the new crown prince at this moment is obviously disrespectful to him. It can be seen that these officials eat their official salaries and sing their official tunes. On the throne!

It's just that I didn't expect that all the important people in the court came, and most of the powerful veterans had gathered today.Even if Lang Muwei was dissatisfied, he couldn't express it directly.

He quietly listened to these people's eloquence, talking about Tianlang and the country, but it was just for his own self-interest.He sneered secretly and asked.

"You dear friends, who do you think is suitable to be my new crown prince?"

The emperor's question was in line with everyone's wishes. They had long been Lang Kangzhe's henchmen, and the ministers looked around and spoke one by one.

"Returning to the emperor, I think that there is no more suitable candidate than the third prince in the current court." Hubu Shangshu Peng Bo said.

"The third prince has a great plan and a great strategy, and he has an extraordinary aura. He is fully capable of a great job." Li Zhi, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, replied.

"Yes, yes." The ministers echoed. "In the court today, there is no more popular candidate than the third prince."

Lang Muwei asked around, and was very surprised. These people all recommended Lang Kangzhe. In just two months, when did Lang Kangzhe become the new crown prince in the hearts of these courtiers, and he was full of praise ?Lang Kangzhe's influence far exceeded his imagination!

Lang Muwei took a closer look and found that among all the important ministers, Xiao Xuanji was missing. The old man Xiao Xuanji really had his own ideas.

He smiled faintly, the smile was a bit weird and clear, "I am very pleased that all the ministers are loyal to consider Tianlang's heir... Cough cough, I am tired, you all step back."

After everyone left, he ordered. "Send someone to call Xiao Xuanji."

The ministers played collectively, Xiao Xuanji knew about it a long time ago, he was waiting at the gate of the palace, and he arrived soon after the summon.

I saw Lang Muwei half lying on the couch with a dignified expression.

"Xiao Xuanji, today all the courtiers came to recommend the new crown prince, why didn't you come with everyone?" The emperor said with an angry frown.

Xiao Xuanji looked into Lang Muwei's questioning eyes, "The opinion of the minister is not important, the emperor is wise, and there is naturally someone in his heart."

"Aren't you afraid of being squeezed out by them?"

"Your Majesty, this humble subject has been squeezed out all his life, so he doesn't care about these anymore." Xiao Xuanji said slowly, "Besides, the Emperor is grieving over the matter of the crown prince, and there is no rush to establish a heir. The most important task now, It is the emperor who takes care of the dragon's body and keeps his body healthy, so everything can be discussed in the long run."

Lang Muwei smiled, suppressing the churning in his chest, "Ahem, in the whole court, you are the one who understands best."

"The entire court is recommending King Xuan as the new crown prince. Do you have any opinion on this?"

"The veteran has the courage to speak out. King Xuan is very powerful in the court. Now that the crown prince is gone, the situation is already one-sided. Anyone who raises objections will be suppressed. In the days when the emperor has not come to court, King Xuan has responded to every call. It can be seen that he is bound to win the throne." Xiao Xuanji replied. "It's just that the old minister still feels that King Xuan has acted too hastily."

Lang Muwei sneered, "Is it inevitable? Too hasty?"

"I see that he wished that I would die sooner, stepping on the uncold bones of his imperial brother, coveting things that did not belong to him, extremely arrogant!!"

I don't know when it started, Tianlang gradually entered the winter.

A piece of bad news came that Princess Xuan Yingyue suffered a massive hemorrhage due to miscarriage and unfortunately passed away.A ray of fragrant soul disappeared, and everyone was very sad.The mothers-in-law did their best to save Lang Kangzhe's son, but King Xuan didn't seem to care.He was busy negotiating official affairs with ministers all day long, and he didn't even bother to go back to the mansion.

The death of Princess Xuan made the Tianlang Palace even more desolate.

January is the coldest time of the year.

According to Tianlang's practice, all the princes have to go to the father's bed to accompany him one by one, and regularly go to the ancestral hall to worship and pray for Lang Muwei.In the beginning, everyone was not used to it, especially the old Balang Leijin, who felt uncomfortable every time he went on duty. As time went by, he gradually got used to seeing Lang Muwei without telling him anything.

The weather was fine that day, and it was Lang Yinshi's turn to be on duty. He suggested carrying Lang Muwei to the couch at the east side of the study to bask in the sun.The fire in the bedroom has been burning for several months, and it is time to ventilate it to get rid of the moisture.

Lang Muwei readily agreed, he was already tired of staying in a room full of stale air, feeling his own slow decay.

There are blue murals on the high beams of the ceiling, which depict the scene where the Queen Mother is entertaining the guests and the immortals in the heaven are enjoying themselves.

Lying on the couch, looking at the bright weather outside, Lang Muwei's heart was rarely relaxed.

Lang Yinshi was idle by the side, so he moved a chair and sat down, dismissed the maid, and cooked soup for Lang Muwei.She has a delicate temperament, and she was born in the army, so she doesn't care about trivial matters. He doesn't find it troublesome to take care of the emperor's father, and he can handle it with ease.

Qian Shu could not help but smiled and praised from the side, "Blessed is the emperor, among all the princes, His Highness King Shuye is the most considerate."

Lang Muwei looked away from the window and smiled. "That's right. Yin'er is most like his mother and concubine. Up until now, only Yin'er has won my heart the most." Feeling a little lack of energy, he paused.

"In my whole life, I seem to have infinite scenery, and I am above ten thousand people, but in fact, even my most beloved son betrayed me one by one."

He raised his head and looked at the portrait of Concubine Lin hanging on the wall. In the portrait, Lorraine was wearing an elegant long dress, sitting dignifiedly in the water pavilion, with quiet smiling eyes and a clear temperament, interacting with the lotus in the water Against the background, it is a beautiful existence like a fairy.There was a rare gentle expression on his usually cold and uncompromising face, as if he was pleased by the scenery, and showed a moment of heartbeat.This tenderness made the whole person more beautiful and more vivid.

"In this world, the only one who won't let me down is your mother and concubine." Lang Muwei turned to Lang Yinshi and said with emotion, maybe it's because he's getting older, becoming more and more fragile, and weeping. "She will always be as beautiful as when I first met her, and she will always be fixed in that year. Look at her, how beautiful her smile is... She only smiled twice in front of me, because she wanted to go to Xiling When I agreed to visit Empress Ming, I shouldn't have let her go, but I... couldn't resist her smile."

"Yin'er, whenever I think that if I die, I will meet your mother in the underworld, I will suddenly not be afraid of death."

Lang Yinshi's eyes turned red when he heard this.Over the years, she has gotten used to not crying anymore.

But unexpectedly, the mother concubine and her childhood life are still a weakness in her heart.

Seeing that Lang Yinshi's eyes were red, Lang Muwei couldn't bear it, and comforted him, "Yin'er, I know you have complaints against the emperor. After your mother and concubine passed away, every time I saw you, I would be overwhelmed with pain. I thought it was you I killed your mother and concubine, so I asked Master Luo to take you out of the palace to live. I haven't asked about your life for seven years. Now that I think about it, I was too cruel to you. Why didn't you miss your mother and concubine? At that time, I only cared about my own pain, and didn't care about other things... Yin'er, Father is ashamed of you."

Lang Yinshi lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "My son and minister have long since forgotten about it, please don't be sad, father."

"How can I not be sad, look at this dilapidated court...the emperor can't do much for you. Yin'er, just tell me, if there is anything that the father can compensate you, the father will definitely give it to you! "

"Your Majesty," Eunuch Qian reminded after observing for a long time, "His Royal Highness Ye Wang is not young anymore, His Majesty should also consider His Royal Highness Ye's marriage."

"Ah, yes! Look at me, why did I forget such an important thing!" Lang Muwei laughed when he heard this, and a look of joy appeared on his tired and downcast face, "Yin'er, I want to help you Grant a perfect marriage!"

Lang Yinshi was taken aback for a moment, and felt a strong urge to kneel down immediately to ask Lang Muwei to marry Mo Ziyou.She opened her mouth, and almost said what she had kept in her heart for a long time——

However, Princess Xiling's marriage has been indirectly linked to Lixin Crown Prince, so if she asks for a marriage right now, I'm afraid—

At critical moments, there is no room for error.

Lang Yinshi said in a deep voice: "Father's illness is unknown, and my son has no taste for sleep and food. Right now, my greatest wish is for my father to be healthy. As for other things, I really have no time to take care of them." It's different from what I thought.Since returning to Beijing, she has repeated this helplessness over and over again, but can this kind of patience be exchanged for the desired result?

Lang Muwei laughed when he heard the words, and was quite happy, "Your marriage does not conflict with my illness, and it can bring me a lot of fun!" Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard a report from the maid outside.

"Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Xuan is asking to see you."

Lang Muwei elongated his face when he heard the words, seemed a little bored, and nodded.

Lang Kangzhe came prepared.He sent someone to carry a box of Ganoderma matsutake and bring it to Lang Muwei.

"I pay homage to my father!" Lang Kangzhe's voice was loud, and his whole body seemed relaxed and happy, "This box of mountain treasures was collected by my son from the mountains in southern Xinjiang. It should be of great benefit." Seeing Lang Yinshi standing aside, Lang Kangzhe smiled uncomfortably, "Oh, so little Shi is here too."

"Hmm." Seeing his happy smile, Lang Muwei felt unhappy. His father was seriously ill, but he was still smiling as usual. He really had a heart of stone, but no, he was one step closer to the throne. Just happy!

"Put it aside, do you have anything else to do?" Lang Muwei asked with a dark face.

"...Actually, my son is here today." Lang Kangzhe hesitated for a moment, collected his expression, and considered his words. "My son is here today, and I want to ask my father to agree to something."

"What's the matter?"

"My son... my son wants to marry the seventh princess of Xiling, and I hope my father will make it happen!" As soon as these words came out, Lang Kangzhe fell to his knees solemnly, and bowed deeply.

"What?" Lang Muwei almost thought he heard it wrong, he was so surprised that he almost didn't realize it for a while. "You still want to marry Mo Ziyou as your wife?!"

Lang Muwei's anger surged up in an instant, and he coughed violently, his slightly swollen face was flushed red and purple, "How long has it been since Princess Xuan passed away?! Are you in a daze? Now Come here to ask me to marry you! You say it again?!"

"Your minister and Mo'er have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and Mo'er has lived in Tianlang for a long time because of this in-law relationship. Father, now that Yingyue is dead, there is absolutely no reason for Mo'er to wait any longer! "Lang Kangzhe also came here after making up his mind, aroused his stubborn temper for a while, and raised his head without giving in.

"Nonsense! Princess Xuan passed away in less than three months, and you are going to marry again. Where have you left the rules passed down by Tianlang's ancestors! It is beyond measure. You make such a request, and you want me to be punished." Is the whole world laughing at you!"

"Father, my son has a deep love for Mo'er, please look at it..."

"Shut up!!" Lang Muwei yelled angrily, and threw the bowl of soup on the couch straight at Lang Kangzhe. This move startled everyone.

Even Lang Kangzhe's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished, and he calmed down in surprise.

"So what if you are deeply in love? Don't forget your identity!"

Lang Muwei roared, bursting out with a strong anger that he hadn't seen for a long time. This kind of outrageous level of anger almost made him jump up from the couch.

"Don't think that I don't know your little plan. You first let the officials put pressure on you to make you the crown prince. If I don't answer for a long time, you come up with the trick of marrying the princess of Xiling. Isn't it just because you want Tianlang's throne? Is it?! You're one way after another! Becoming my son is really a waste of your ingenuity!"

"Lang Kangzhe, how many tricks have you done behind your back? Do you think I really don't know anything? You don't care about your brothers, you don't care about your father and son, you form cliques, and disrupt the court! Do you still want to piss me off now?"

"Father, my son-in-law didn't—"

"Stop quibbling! I'll tell you today, I'm not dead yet! As long as I live for one day, you'll never get the throne, never get your hands on a bright world!"

Lang Kangzhe was already in a cold sweat, half sitting on the ground in amazement. He obviously didn't expect that this simple act of asking for a marriage would trigger Lang Kangzhe's fury. long-standing resentment.

He didn't understand what was going on, didn't his father always like him?

"Father...my son doesn't understand..." Lang Kangzhe wanted to make a defense.

"Get lost!" Lang Muwei yelled the last sentence, unable to catch his breath, fell on the couch and coughed fiercely, almost breathless.

Lang Kangzhe had no chance to speak again, he got up in a hurry, and walked away in a cold and embarrassed state.

On that day, the Hall of Mental Cultivation passed down the legend and promulgated an imperial decree. "King Xuan has no respect for his elders, forms a party for private interests, and only covers the sky with his hands. From now on, he will be dismissed from all positions, his titles will be removed, and he will be ordered to be detained in the mansion, and he will not be allowed to discuss politics again."

A few days later, Xiling and Tianlang simultaneously announced the news of their marriage.

Lang Muwei's Zhu Zhu is as follows:

"The seventh princess of Xiling Kingdom, Mozi, is elegant, elegant, gentle, courteous, and outstanding in appearance. I am very pleased to hear that she is worthy of being a boudoir. The emperor's seventh son, Wang Langyin, is already weak in the year of release. He is benevolent, generous, virtuous, and has both ability and political integrity , suitable for the time of marriage. The two sides are suitable, and the seven and seven meet, which can be called heaven and earth. I hereby bestow the marriage, which will become the good of the Qin and Jin Dynasties of the two countries and the beauty of the beautiful woman. All etiquette will be handled by the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs , Choose a good day to get married."

The author has something to say:

All the plots are pressed at the end, and every chapter is very tiring to write TT... Send it out first, and then revise it later.

Because this is a serious drama, the writing is more realistic and inspirational, and all clues must be explained.