Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

The pouring rain not only drenched the people kneeling on the ground, but also chilled Mo Jingchun who hurried over. The heat from riding a horse just now was washed away by the cold rain.He wiped his face, got off the horse, and the good girl followed behind him frantically shaking her hair, but the rain didn't show any signs of stopping.

This moment of effort was enough for him to see clearly how many people were kneeling outside the palace gate. Needless to say, the figures of Liu Hao and Yuan Heming were clearly seen by those palace people at a glance.

Mo Jingchun held the rein tightly and coughed a few times.

"Chen Mo Jingchun, please see Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he knelt down beside Yuan Heming.

"Bah bah——"

The good girl cried out inexplicably, lowered her head and bit Mo Jingchun's crown, then lowered the horse's neck, grabbed the master's sleeve in one fell swoop, and dragged him back inexplicably.The strength of this horse is not small. Even though Mo Jingchun was already on guard when she moved, he was dragged back by the good girl and staggered a few times, his figure was almost unstable.

Yuan Heming subconsciously raised his hand to grab the rein, and pulled the good girl to the side.

He originally thought that the horse would let go, but he didn't expect that this stimulated the girl Ma's reaction. She bit the half of the cuff tighter and used all her limbs!

humming—

With a crisp sound, the sleeve of Mo Jingchun's right arm was ripped open.

Yuan Heming:!

Mo Jingchun's clothes are of good texture, but the good girl's teeth are even better.

boom!

There was a very loud noise.

Both Mo Jingchun and Yuan Heming froze, they knew where the sound was coming from.In the fierce rain, this little episode just now was like a farce.But the two of them stopped, but the good girl didn't stop. She spread the rags, kicked the horse's hooves and squeezed between Mo Jingchun and Yuan Heming, and then pushed Mo Jingchun with her hooves... It's hard to imagine that a horse would With such dexterous movements, anyone can tell that the good girl wants to drag Mo Jingchun away.

At the beginning, they let the good girl go in Tan Qingshan, and let her go all the way into the forest.

Later, after the unblocking of Tan Qingshan, the Mo family went in and searched for half a month. As a result, on the 17th, this naughty little mare, Boden Bodendi, took her little friend for a walk down the mountain by herself, and rescued her on the way. A passerby who almost fell off the cliff ended up colliding with the Mo family, and was taken home, and the unlucky guy was sent to the government by the way.

When the good girl came back, it was the time when the situation was more tense, and the patrols in the Mo residence also increased a lot.As a result, this little mare, which was supposed to be delicious and well-lived and praised, was used to being wild outside. She insisted on escaping from the stable every day, and then went to patrol with her family.She has a very good temper and doesn't mess around; but her temper is also very smelly, and she doesn't like others to bathe her. After everything is over, Mo Jingchun dragged her body home and got up dizzy the next day to give her a bath. She washed it all over.

The good girl at that time was a bit the same as now, it's been a long time since I saw her, so while hugging Mo Jingchun, she rubbed against him, making him covered in water.

But now that the heavy rain is pouring, people can barely keep their eyes open, and when the neighing of horses and the sound of hooves kicking, Mo Jingchun had no choice but to stretch out his hand to wipe away the mist in front of his eyes, and got up from the ground. .

Apparently, his awkward posture couldn't stop a horse's sudden desire to protect.

Just when Mo Jingchun touched the waist of the good girl, he heard the words of Emperor Zhengshi.

"Do you think the widow will hurt him?"

Who is His Majesty speaking to...

Mo Jingchun was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that what His Majesty said was aimed at a good girl.

At this moment of panic, Emperor Zhengshi had already walked up to the steps, stood at the top and looked at the good girl coldly, his voice didn't sound serious... In fact, Mo Jingchun didn't expect that when he entered the palace, It happened so coincidentally that the moment when Emperor Zhengshi was angry, he rushed into the palace because he was afraid that there would be some movement on this matter, or that His Majesty had plans...

Such a coincidence is comparable to Mo Jingchun's encounter with the pouring rain when he entered the palace.

"Your Majesty," Mo Jingchun felt the cold rain pouring into his clothes, he wiped his face, "She just..."

"It, she is just suspicious of the widow." Emperor Zhengshi waved his hand casually, as if he really didn't take this matter to heart, if he was not holding a very suspicious sword in his hand, " The widow is just a little curious, can she really feel the murderous aura?"

Emperor Zhengshi showed a gentle smile to the extreme.

But on the contrary, the good girl suddenly pouted her horse's hooves, as if she was about to kick someone.

Mo Jingchun gripped the reins tightly, stretched out his hand to comfort her, and at the same time, that kind of tingling sensation like a needle prick followed, that familiar yet strange feeling was stimulating Mo Jingchun's whole body.

It is an extreme fear of danger.

People are like this, of course a good girl is more obvious.

She stubbornly stood in front of Mo Jingchun, just like she was in Tan Qingshan back then.

Mo Jingchun sighed, and he said again, "Your Majesty."

His voice was much gentler than the seriousness before.

Emperor Zhengshi's voice sounded cold, "Are you here to persuade me for a horse?"

It seems a little wronged.

Mo Jingchun pinched the base of his nose helplessly, and suddenly said, "I'm a little cold."

These words are completely different from each other, and even have nothing to do with what you said just now.

But Mo Jingchun was telling the truth.

He is a little cold.

Even though it was spring, but it rained for no reason, and now it continued to stand in the rain, who couldn't feel the icy chill?

Mo Jingchun felt that he was freezing to the bone.

Emperor Zhengshi tilted his head, his expression moved slightly, and the next moment, he lifted his foot and walked down the steps.

"Your Majesty, no!"

Liu Hao got up anxiously, and subconsciously wanted to stop in front of Emperor Zhengshi. After all, they saw how irritable the good girl was just now.If Emperor Zhengshi approached the horse rashly, who can guarantee that he will not be attacked by the horse?

It's a pity that Liu Hao's knee was already injured, and after kneeling for a while, he almost fell to the ground when he got up, but was still hooked by Emperor Zhengshi with a look of disgust, and said expressionlessly, "Go down and get the medicine." After saving Liu Hao, he casually pushed him away, then walked into the dark rain, past the good girl——

Yes, over good girls.

The horse, which was originally full of desire to protect, seemed to have calmed down in a short moment. At this moment, it was meekly sticking to Mo Jingchun's arm, without the mania it had just had at all.It was as if her previous overreaction was all their fantasy, and the only thing that was real was that Emperor Zhengshi stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Jingchun's broken arm with the hand that didn't hold the sword, and then dragged him Go to Changle Palace.

The good girl didn't act as violently as before, she just sneezed inexplicably, then flicked her tail idly.

Although at this time, the drenched tail can no longer be shaken.

But before Mo Jingchun was dragged into Changle Palace by Emperor Zhengshi, he still had time to say "Please take care of her...", but unfortunately, the door of the palace was slammed shut before he finished speaking.

The owner of this palace obviously didn't want anyone to disturb them at this time.

Liu Hao frowned and looked at the people kneeling in front of the hall, and sighed for a long time, "Someone...you are all in a daze, get up, Du Wen, you take the good girl to rest. There are others, Go prepare hot water for bathing, and all kinds of clothes, order the kitchen, prepare supper..." He ordered everything, and then remembered his injured leg.

Before thinking about it, Liu Hao forgot about the pain, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help grinning, and gasped for several breaths in pain.

Yuan Heming sighed, "Why don't you thank me, I have sent someone to invite the imperial physician from the imperial hospital."

It stands to reason that palace people are not qualified to be seen by imperial physicians, so they have to find ordinary medical officials, but in reality, not many people obey this rule.Even if Liu Hao went according to the rules, the imperial physicians on shift in the imperial hospital would only rush over.

The two of them had already moved to a place where they would not be exposed to the rain, and both of them were wet, but they didn't have the energy to take care of it for a while.Liu Hao wiped his face with his sleeve, feeling it was getting more wet, and let out an annoyed sigh, "Who is going to notify the Taifu?" He said almost to himself.

Yuan Heming didn't mean to eavesdrop on Liu Hao's words on purpose, but the distance between the two of them was too close. He replied, "No one informed you. Unless you have some means that His Majesty doesn't know about."

Liu Hao sneered, "You think I will?"

Yuan Heming twisted his cuffs, frowned and squeezed out a large amount of water, then shook his head and said, "That means the two of them have a good understanding, whether it's His Majesty or Ziqing."

Liu Hao felt that this might be less reliable than before.

"You think, Your Majesty will..." After Liu Hao said this, he stopped abruptly and did not continue.

This is inappropriate.

Yuan Heming also knew, so he had no right to hear this half sentence.

Liu Hao sighed in his heart, what would have happened if Mo Jingchun hadn't entered the palace tonight?Perhaps before the dawn of tomorrow, His Majesty will already give an order to make a list of all the people on the list... Liu Hao doesn't think about the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood that may be there, but sinks After Mo Jingchun enters the palace, how should he smooth out those messy rumors?

It was not yet the curfew, Mo Jingchun must have rushed to the palace on horseback, there were not a few people who knew that he had entered the palace.

It would be fine if it was normal, but right now there is that song that is arousing the appetite of all parties, so no matter whether this matter has anything to do with it or not, it will attract criticism.As far as Emperor Zhengshi was concerned, this was undoubtedly adding oil and vinegar to the emperor's ferocious anger, and if he couldn't keep it, a big incident would happen.

He needs to fix it.

Liu Hao's face became a little ugly.

Yuan Heming felt the anger bursting from Liu Hao, and anyone who knew him would know that Liu Hao looked very gentle on weekdays, but in fact he was indeed a vicious person.If he didn't have the slightest ability, it would be impossible for him to stand beside Emperor Zhengshi and firmly control this position.

Although Emperor Zhengshi's attitude towards Liu Hao is somewhat different from that of other palace people, and he treats Liu Hao more favorably.But stepping on the high and holding the low, dragging down the person who is still in a high position, and then taking his place, this is the law that will not change for a long time in the palace. If you don't have the ability to be in a high position, you will not be able to sit in this position.Liu Hao has been by Emperor Zhengshi's side in the past few years, not only has he not been harmed, but he has even controlled greater power, which is enough to show his own ability and Emperor Zhengshi's trust in him.

And for this trust, Liu Hao should always repay.

Yuan Heming touched his cold lower lip and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty should..."

"Then we can only pray that the Taifu can persuade His Majesty."

Liu Hao didn't wait for Yuan Heming to finish speaking.

He also knew what Yuan Heming would say at this time.

Yuan Heming felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if the imperial court's peril was on Mo Jingchun alone.But the strange thing is, this is actually just something insignificant... Or, why does he have such a strange feeling about a crisis that can be calmed down?

He rubbed his face, only then remembered that they were all wet, "...if Mo Jingchun hadn't been there..."

This sentence was blocked by Yuan Heming's throat.

There are too many unfinished words tonight.

...

Standing in Changle Palace, Mo Jingchun was looking at the traces of wetness all over his body with some annoyance, which had already made the carpets in the palace a little messy. The small puddles that fell down one by one made him feel a little bit uncomfortable. An indescribable annoyance.

Emperor Zhengshi glanced at Mo Jingchun, knowing that his master was falling into his obsession with neatness.

He stepped on the carpet indifferently, barefoot, and then walked to the closet.

Zhengshi Emperor's boots were filled with cold and clammy rainwater, and the water-proof material seemed to be unable to drain the water marks from the inside.

After entering the palace, he kicked off those cold boots.

"It would be better if you took your boots off."

When Emperor Zhengshi came back with his clothes, he saw Mo Jingchun rolled up his cuffs, exposing his white wrists and arms. At the place where the cuffs were folded together, there was a scar that looked like a meander, which was in Tan Qingshan. It fell that time.After the accident, Emperor Zhengshi once stripped off Mo Jingchun's clothes, and then checked Mo Jingchun's body for any new scars under the bright light, and then remembered their origins .

Mo Jingchun: "But..."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Zhengshi interrupted Mo Jingchun, "Unless the master is thinking about rheumatism, and, in the entire Changle Palace, can't you find a pair of shoes for you to wear?" He was a little displeased. Looking at Mo Jingchun's wet clothes patiently, he felt like if Mo Jingchun didn't move his feet to change now, he would take off his wife's clothes and change for him.

This should be some offensive words, but Mo Jingchun suddenly laughed.

Still the kind of smile from the heart.

The arc of Mo Jingchun's mouth made Emperor Zhengshi couldn't help but look at it greedily, absorbing the sincere smile in it, "What's so ridiculous about what I said just now?" The emperor deliberately made his voice sound annoyed.

Mo Jingchun pursed the corners of his mouth, and said with a light smile, "Your Majesty can look for a mirror." That kind of anger, which was fierce and annoying but not at all cruel, only scratched people's itch.

He also rolled up the sleeve of the other arm to ensure that there would be no more wet water splashing, then took the clothes handed over by Emperor Zhengshi, and walked towards the back of the screen, "Your Majesty, I think, you I also have to change my clothes, and then, my shoes.”

Emperor Zhengshi lowered his head and saw his bare toes.

He felt a little strange.

Just half an hour ago, Emperor Zhengshi was still angry in Changle Palace. He smashed half of the palace with violent anger, and then drove a group of people out of the palace, although he didn't want to see a group of people kneeling outside the palace Come on, it's annoying.But obviously His Majesty's cruel malice made them dare not go away at all, and they stuck there like sticks.

And his good wife didn't know where he learned about his rage, maybe it was from that ghost of unknown origin...

Mo Jingchun arrived.

The good girl was still as sensitive as ever, she sensed the danger of Changle Palace from such a long distance, she didn't want Mo Jingchun to step into Changle Palace at all, for this reason she kept harassing the master, so that when he went out, he saw that messy side.

It is undeniable that Emperor Zhengshi did it on purpose.

The emperor deliberately exuded his undisguised mad killing intent, deliberately stimulating that keen good horse, he knew what would happen when it was too much...

Then Mo Jingchun called helplessly and pitifully, "Your Majesty."

Emperor Zhengshi had a clever idea in his heart.

He walked into the rain curtain.

--His Majesty.

Mo Jingchun was calling him, and Emperor Zhengshi weighed it in his heart, a kind of force that was so soft that it almost didn't exist wrapped up the violent and crazy emotions, wrapped them together in groups, divided them, and then gradually eroded the inside extremely negative emotions...

It's not fair.

Emperor Zhengshi thought expressionlessly.

He was standing in the somewhat messy Changle Palace, his crown clothes were soaked, his feet were bare, and his hat was a little tilted, but the rage that had swept almost everything before was gradually subsiding into reason.

He is still angry.

Emperor Zhengshi could feel that the violent and brutal gloom was still dormant under the surface, just waiting to move at any time.

But Emperor Zhengshi was no longer as extreme as before.

This is also the reason why Emperor Zhengshi walked by the good girl, but she didn't respond at all, and even lost her interest.

This is not fair.

Emperor Zhengshi repeated silently.

Just a simple word.

It was enough to dispel his almost monstrous anger.

"Your Majesty, are these your clothes?"

Mo Jingchun's voice came from nowhere, maybe it was covered in clothes, so it revealed a little vague softness.

Emperor Zhengshi heard himself saying, "I want you to wear it."

"Ok."

Mo Jingchun muttered in such a low voice, and sighed softly, as if giving up.

Emperor Zhengshi suddenly realized that getting along with Mo Jingchun and him was so natural, especially when he stepped into the Changle Palace, he had already seen the ruthlessness and irritability completely vented and exposed in the palace, but Mo Jingchun did not have any Mood changes.

There is no fear, no fear, and it is not even the same as before...the kind of etiquette and restraint that although we love each other, we still keep a distance from each other.

Mo Jingchun accepted him.

No matter how brutal and crazy.

The non-stop chattering day and night seemed to stop all venting at this moment, the bloody horror and the image of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood were suddenly squeezed away from Zhengshi Emperor's eyes, replaced by Mo Jingchun coming from behind the screen figure.

He carefully avoided the broken pieces on the ground, and then complained towards Emperor Zhengshi, "Your Majesty, I still have to get someone to clean it later." Mo Jingchun said naturally.

As he was walking, he was still rolling up the somewhat annoying wide cuffs. Since Emperor Zhengshi was taller than Mo Jingchun, His Majesty's clothes were also a bit bigger than Mo Jingchun's overall, which made Mo Jingchun wear After picking up His Majesty's clothes, there was an inexplicably immature appearance.

Time has not left many marks on Mo Jingchun's body. Even though he has suffered all kinds of hardships, Mo Jingchun is still as pure and beautiful as when Emperor Zhengshi first noticed him.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Mo Jingchun is not so eye-catching.

But in the eyes of Emperor Zhengshi, he was always so unique.

Mo Jingchun walked up to Emperor Zhengshi, and couldn't do anything with the drooping sleeve robe, so he let it slide down, then tentatively supported His Majesty's side face, and said softly, "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?" What? Why are you holding your breath?" It wasn't until such a short distance that Mo Jingchun discovered to his horror that Emperor Zhengshi's breath had been stopped all the time.

From the moment His Majesty realized Mo Jingchun, he didn't know that he stopped breathing.

"Your widow... I just," Emperor Zhengshi was silent for a moment, his words flustered, "I think I love you very much."

Mo Jingchun froze on the spot.

The world is not good at describing emotions with naked love.

They always tend to use poetic and pictorial images, use scene metaphors, and use all euphemisms to talk about love.

Ashamed of expressing strong emotions.

But covering his mouth and hiding his words, the emotion that was so strong that it was almost cruel would still pour out from the bottom of his eyes, and unconsciously slipped out of Emperor Zhengshi's mouth.

Emperor Zhengshi seemed to be belatedly aware of what he was talking about.

It is not the first time he has expressed his love to Mo Jingchun.

Before Mo Jingchun rejected him every time, Emperor Zhengshi had used many tricks, but he didn't seem to be so pure, straightforward, and express his emotions with such simple words.

Mo Jingchun licked his lips nervously, most of the words in his heart that he wanted to persuade His Majesty had already flown away, and the remaining part of reason was still persuading him to let Emperor Zhengshi change his clothes, and then——

Emperor Zhengshi stammered, "Master, Mo Jingchun, Ziqing, I love you." He seemed to have never been so stammered in his life, that dexterous tongue seemed to be knotted, and his teeth were talking When he hit his tongue, the smell of blood filled his mouth, just like his relationship with Mo Jingchun.

It is a murderous entanglement filled with blood and tenderness.

Mo Jingchun was like a frightened rabbit. When Emperor Zhengshi repeated it for the second time, he jumped up suddenly, and then looked away, "I know, I know."

He also stutters.

Two men who have experienced many things in the world, at this moment, seem to have just fallen into a honeypot, slippery, trying hard in all directions, but they don't know where to start, and it is sweet to hit any side , I don’t know how to fish out the heart that fell into the honeypot.

Emperor Zhengshi watched with his own eyes the rosy glow on Mo Jingchun's face.

he thought dazedly.

Mo Jingchun is so pretty.

Emperor Zhengshi walked over, grasping Mo Jingchun's fingers with wet and cold hands, "Master, I love you so much." He persisted and continued to speak with evil intentions.

His malice and paranoia returned.

He watched Mo Jingchun's face getting redder and redder, and then he couldn't help covering his face with his hand, and said shamefully, "Your Majesty, don't say any more." His voice was broken, as if he couldn't hide his own embarrassment mood.

Emperor Zhengshi insisted on clasping Mo Jingchun's finger, and said with a smile, "Why can't you say it? Master, master, master," he called Mo Jingchun continuously, and then hugged him into his arms, "You are here .”

He gave a low sigh.

And lay very still in his arms.

Mo Jingchun didn't even have time to think about the change of clothes for nothing, and heard Zhengshi Emperor's frantic heartbeat through the wet and cold clothes.

The speed of the heartbeat was so chaotic, one couldn't help but worry about such a manic heartbeat, as if it was about to plop out and fall into another person's arms.

Emperor Zhengshi said to himself: "I will not change the emperor for another 200 years."

Mo Jingchun let out a burst of laughter, "The emperor of 200 years, wouldn't His Majesty live to be more than 200 years old?"

Emperor Zhengshi sneered, and said half-heartedly: "What's the use of more than 200 years? Such a boring and uninteresting thing, I'm afraid it will turn the world upside down, so what's the point?"

After His Majesty finished speaking, Mo Jingchun belatedly remembered why he entered the palace.

It's all because His Majesty just now...

Mo Jingchun's disheartened face still hasn't recovered.

He puffed up his face subconsciously, and then immediately lost his temper.This slight movement has already fallen into the eyes of Emperor Zhengshi, and he was so itchy that he just wanted to poke Mo Jingchun's face, but it was a pity that the master broke away immediately, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, you need to change the face of Mo Jingchun." clothes."

Mo Jingchun looked at the drenched imperial robes on Emperor Zhengshi with serious and mean eyes, then His Majesty nodded, and dragged Mo Jingchun to the same direction, "You need it too."

Mo Jingchun struggled subconsciously, but the grip on his wrist was so strong that it was impossible to break free.

His ears were still burning.

For His Majesty's nonsense just now.

Maybe words really have power, at least the cold atmosphere was swept away just now, when Emperor Zhengshi was holding someone in his mouth to change clothes, Mo Jingchun sneezed twice silently, which made people who wanted to mess around Emperor Zhengshi immediately withdrew his supernatural powers and raised his voice to ask someone to bring ginger soup in.

While talking, Liu Hao came in with two bowls of ginger soup with low eyebrows.

Emperor Zhengshi glanced at him with a frown, and said coldly: "Didn't I tell you to go down and take the medicine?"

Liu Hao said respectfully: "Your Majesty, it's okay, it's just a small wound, not a bone." What he said was the truth, if he really couldn't move, Liu Hao wouldn't make fun of himself.

Emperor Zhengshi didn't speak, and handed Mo Jingchun a bowl of ginger soup.

His Majesty's call to people seemed to break the terrifying atmosphere in Changle Palace. When Mo Jingchun mentioned that the palace was a bit messy, Emperor Zhengshi casually ordered Liu Hao to clean the palace.

Liu Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know how Mo Jingchun did it, it is obviously a good thing.

Liu Hao hurriedly asked someone to come in to clean it, and during this period, Mo Jingchun stared at His Majesty and swallowed another bowl of ginger soup. The stimulating taste made Emperor Zhengshi show a disgusted expression, and then Mo Jingchun Smiling, he stuffed a mouthful of pastry into His Majesty's mouth. The slightly sweet taste diluted the taste in his mouth, but it also aroused another kind of dissatisfaction in Emperor Zhengshi.

"Master always goes to West Street."

Mo Jingchun nodded.

"Every time you go to West Street, the thing you do the most is go to the pastry shop to buy milk cakes."

Mo Jingchun was silent. He still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the milk cake.

"Then why, when the master went, didn't he think of the widow?"

Mo Jingchun: "..." He never expected that Emperor Zhengshi would only think of this among so many questions?

What kind of flying vinegar is this?

Moreover, there are so many reasons why he didn't do this, and the most obvious one, didn't Emperor Zhengshi know about it?

Mo Jingchun gritted his teeth and said: "You have already mentioned milk cake, so do you still have to ask me?"

Emperor Zhengshi's eyes fell on Mo Jingchun's chest.

After Mo Jingchun realized where His Majesty's eyes were going, he was furious, blocked Emperor Zhengshi's sight with a soft pillow, and said fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you." Emperor Zhengshi blurted out.

And milk.

It is rare for Emperor Zhengshi to think with a guilty conscience that at that moment just now, he was missing the taste of milky fragrance at the beginning. Although the secreted milk smelled milky, for Emperor Zhengshi, absorbing the sweet taste of milky milk When it is liquid, it is really another kind of strange restlessness.

Liu Hao listened half-heartedly to the quarrel between Emperor Zhengshi and Mo Jingchun... or flirting, and was a little dazed for a while.Less than a quarter of an hour ago, the front of the Changle Palace was still in such a tense state, but now the pouring rain has not stopped, but His Majesty looks like a snow mountain hitting a spring breeze, and the snow peak that has been frozen for thousands of years It fell down cracklingly, and almost killed people while falling.

Liu Hao looked at the situation in the hall, and seeing that it was almost done, he quickly led the people back out.

Yuan Heming, who was guarding outside, breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Liu Hao's expression.

The dust has settled.

At least tonight is safe.

...

"He's scared."

After Liu Hao withdrew, Mo Jingchun said suddenly.

Those palace people are very capable. In this short period of time, they have replaced all the wet carpets with new ones. Now the color is not dark yellow, but a little red.Sitting on the soft bed, Mo Jingchun felt a little sluggish, but some tense nerves still urged him to say what should have been said a long time ago.

"Hmm," His Majesty replied casually, "He is afraid that the widow will suddenly draw out his sword and rush out, and hack anyone he meets on the road."

Mo Jingchun chuckled, "You really thought about doing this, didn't you?"

Emperor Zhengshi nodded to meet Mo Jingchun's gaze, his tone was gentle, but with a strong killing intent, "At this moment, I still want to do this."

Mo Jingchun: "There is no so-called culprit in this matter."

Emperor Zhengshi narrowed his eyes slightly, and ferocious emotions emerged in his eyes, "Everyone is the culprit."

Mo Jingchun shook his head, "If I have to say it, those who compose, create words, and spread the song are barely one of them. But those people who think it's just a ballad, or other people, It’s not a big crime.”

Emperor Zhengshi frowned, "Aren't you angry, Master?"

Mo Jingchun nodded with a serious face, "Of course I'm very angry." It's nothing to do with him, but it also involves Mo's family, who would not be angry about pouring dirty water on the house?

But it was precisely because of anger that Mo Jingchun could not let the anger get to his head.

Among them, some people should be punished, but it must not be an extreme method.When Mo Jingchun saw Liu Hao and Yuan Heming being kicked out, he knew that Emperor Zhengshi was furious.According to His Majesty's temper, I am afraid that everyone involved in it will be killed, but those who know it will know that it is because of the malicious slander, but those who don't know will be completely frightened, and even the government, I dare not talk about world affairs and ordinary knowledge.

If it really develops to that point, wouldn't it be necessary to study every word and every sentence carefully in the future, worrying about being implicated and framed all the time?

But Mo Jingchun didn't think the literary inquisition was justified.

Therefore, those who should be punished should of course be punished, but some covers can never be opened.

Once opened, it may not be possible to cover it back.

Mo Jingchun stroked Emperor Zhengshi's fingers, and said softly: "Perhaps, this is also my retribution for being too cowardly."

Emperor Zhengshi frowned in dissatisfaction, but looked at Mo Jingchun and shook his head, as if to stop His Majesty's words.

He cleared his throat, and for some reason his throat felt a little congested, "For so many years, I can't say that I never hated you."

Emperor Zhengshi calmed down and looked at Mo Jingchun's hesitant and hesitant appearance.

He seemed to realize something.

This is extremely rare and precious to Mo Jingchun who has always restrained himself.

"Over the years, the entanglement between you and me...but I have never had the courage to admit it. Every time, I was led away by you." Mo Jingchun felt the soft cotton ball touching his heart, Let him continue to say, "It's just that one is the king and the other is the minister, and both are men. After all, they are somewhat restrained. This confuses the minister's eyes and cannot see what is the most important thing."

Tonight, when Emperor Zhengshi stammered like a boy, and poured out his love with his face flushed, Mo Jingchun really realized that, in fact, His Majesty has always been like this.

The corners of Mo Jingchun's eyes were slightly red, and he said softly: "I am pleased with you, there is nothing shameful about this matter."

He took the initiative to clasp Zhengshi Emperor's hand.

Fingers clasped.

Emperor Zhengshi's eyes turned red suddenly, like a beast that had been wronged all the time, and like a fire of desire that had nowhere to vent, he threw Mo Jingchun onto the soft ground all at once.

His Majesty lowered his head and licked the moisture from the corners of his eyes vigorously.

The ferocious beast bit the rabbit's neck, but the pitiful rabbit curled up under the beast's body didn't have the slightest feeling of a rabbit entering the beast's mouth, and even took the initiative to send it into the beast's mouth.

In this quiet, extremely beautiful moment, Mo Jingchun heard a ding-dong sound seemingly without a trace.

It was like a hint from a ghost, and also like a strange sigh.

But those have nothing to do with what happened tonight.

Outside the window, there was a lot of wind and rain, but inside the Changle Palace, there was something special about it.