Mrs. Mo said he would not agree

He realized that Emperor Zhengshi was not on the bed again.

Mo Jingchun turned over with difficulty, and saw a figure sitting silently by the table.

Mo Jingchun murmured, "What are you doing up?"

The man smiled, "I had a dream."

dream.

Mo Jingchun's consciousness became clearer, he blinked, struggled to sit up, rolled up the quilt, sat on the bed and looked at His Majesty.When changing positions, Mo Jingchun couldn't help but poke Gongyeqi in his heart a few times due to the soreness, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, what dream did you have?" His voice Hoarse but soft, it sounds very gentle.

Gong Yeqi hesitated for a moment, then the cold male voice sounded again, "I dreamed that I ate my master."

Mo Jingchun paused slightly.

And since Gong Yeqi started talking, he has no possibility of stopping, "I dreamed that the body of my master was lying in my arms, and I felt extremely hated and exhausted in my heart. I killed you, but I remember you saying, it’s not too late, I carried you to Changle Palace, but I didn’t suppress my crazy nature, I devoured Master bit by bit, and then..."

The messy corpse was burned to a handful of ashes.

Only then did Gongyeqi clearly see that when the human body is finally annihilated into ashes, it can actually be contained in a jar.

Little by little, he put the ashes in the jar, and then...

The emperor didn't realize that his eyes seemed to return to the previous violence and cruelty.

Mo Jingchun got out of bed, still hugging the quilt, he was too lazy to look for clothes, dragged the long quilt down, walked slowly to Emperor Zhengshi, and squatted down in front of His Majesty Come down, look up into His Majesty's eyes, "Didn't Your Majesty say that it was just a dream?"

Emperor Zhengshi suddenly looked at Mo Jingchun, "Is that really a dream?"

Mo Jingchun nodded without hesitation, "Of course it's a dream."

Regardless of whether it is a previous life or something else, but things that did not happen, or things that will never happen again, of course they are illusory, and things that do not exist are dreams.

As for reasonable, or unreasonable...

The various things that Mo Jingchun has experienced in these years are already very unreasonable, and he is too lazy to think about those things anymore.

Emperor Zhengshi laughed softly, "It seems that Master actually knows what the widow is talking about."

Mo Jingchun: "Your Majesty was joking, I am not a roundworm in Your Majesty's stomach, how would I know what kind of dream you had. It's just that I think, no matter what you dreamed about, could it be that King Mingchun's shit cursed you? Will you take it to heart? If you take King Mingchun's curse and this so-called dream to heart, then I will really look down on you."

Emperor Zhengshi pinched Mo Jingchun's face with his fingers, "Master, you said something inappropriate." What "shit", this is not something that Mo Jingchun would say normally.

Mo Jingchun said vaguely: "The minister is right."

Gongyeqi sighed, and rarely showed an expression of distress, "Even if it is a dream, when I wake up, I will eventually feel unsatisfied..." It was as if the Gongyeqi in the dream had also attached himself to the on him.

Let Emperor Zhengshi feel the irrational, cruel, and violent madness again.

Waking up out of control, and then waking up in the dungeon, the things during the period are almost impossible to recall. After careful contemplation, only blood red remains.

The killing intent that was so familiar was staying at the apex of Emperor Zhengshi's heart.

The pain of regret also made the emperor unforgettable for a long time.

In fact, Gongyeqi was very dissatisfied with the rhetoric in the Quanxue Hall today.

In his opinion, this is very inappropriate, and it is not perfect.

The emperor has been planning for so long, if Mo Jingchun agrees, he must calculate everything and be fully prepared. If Mo Jingchun does not agree, then there will naturally be another move, but the previous things, let Zhengshi Emperor He has lost some rules in his actions, and actually made a request in a frivolous manner when he was in the Hall of Encouragement.

Who would have thought that Mo Jingchun, who had been rejecting him in every possible way before, actually agreed after hesitating for a moment!

After Emperor Zhengshi was in ecstasy, a faint dissatisfaction surfaced in his heart.

All the plans he had made for this were all overturned, and none of them could be used.

Mo Jingchun shivered suddenly.

Although he doesn't know anything.

Seeing that His Majesty was somewhat comforted, Mo Jingchun stood up wrapped in the bedding, stretched out a bare arm, wanting to beg for water.

Of course he was thirsty too, especially his throat was burning.

Emperor Zhengshi looked at that arm, subconsciously stretched out his hand and stroked it twice.

Mo Jingchun was so tickled by him that he almost threw the poured teacup on the ground.

"Your Majesty," he said helplessly.

Emperor Zhengshi suddenly said: "Master, tell me, if there really is a past life, would I still sit on the throne?"

Holding the teacup in one hand and pulling the quilt with the other, Mo Jingchun sat down on the chair with some difficulty, and then sighed, "Does Your Majesty care if you are the emperor? Didn't you always say that you don't really care about the throne?" Up, is it you?"

Emperor Zhengshi said frankly: "I really don't care who is the emperor, and I don't care whether I am the emperor or not. However, if I don't want it, it is two different things from being kicked out." He looked at Mo Jingchun, with a smile that was not a smile, " And according to the widow's temperament, I don't like people to be on top of the widow. If I don't become the emperor, then I definitely won't stay here."

Mo Jingchun: "I feel that if there is such a thing as the past and the present, you must still be the emperor. After all, the late emperor loved you so much. If the throne is not left to you, he may not feel at ease after death."

Emperor Zhengshi said lightly: "My father dotes on me, but to him, the most important thing is the world's court."

Mo Jingchun smiled, "But you are also very important? Otherwise, in your situation, wouldn't it be better for the late emperor to choose someone else?"

The emperor leaned on his chin and pondered for a moment, "Actually, there is another reason."

Mo Jingchun raised his eyebrows.

Emperor Zhengshi: "The widow never wanted my master to be too restrained and repressed, but the person who made it happen is the emperor father. Whether it is for the widow or to balance the power of the Mo family, I have treated you too harshly." His tone was light , From this, the emperor's emotions can't be distinguished, but being able to say these words at least shows that Emperor Zhengshi cares.

Mo Jingchun: "...all of this is in the past."

Emperor Zhengshi shook his head: "It's over, but I feel a little bit uneasy about it. But it doesn't mean that I hated the first emperor. It's just that I have a feeling that he also walked down from the altar. Individual." The relationship between the first emperor and His Majesty is too close, and Emperor Zhengshi also respects the first emperor very much, even though he never revealed it, how could a child not admire the elders who are close to him?

Mo Jingchun was silent for a long time, and then he broke the silence, and said with a light smile: "The minister's father once said that a child grows up step by step while crushing his longing and admiration for the elders in his heart." The same is true of the minister, and the same is true of you."

Of course the elders still have to be close and care.

It's just that not all of their words are correct, and not necessarily the path they take is the right one.

Mo Jingchun didn't want to talk about this heavy topic, and instead mentioned what he hadn't finished just now, "If there is a past life, I believe that you are still a good emperor." He said slowly.

Emperor Zhengshi laughed loudly, "That's not possible." He looked at Mo Jingchun, but it was more like looking at the thick gloom behind him, "I will definitely be a moody tyrant."

He touched his chin, wondering if he needed to start growing a beard.

A flowing beard like that of the first emperor is also good.

But Emperor Zhengshi remembered that Mo Jingchun liked to nest in his arms after the incident, and then dazedly rubbed all kinds of things. If he really grew a beard, it would definitely rub against Mo Jingchun's skin Mark of.

That's it.

When Emperor Zhengshi thought of this, his hands were itchy again.

He got up, walked to Mo Jingchun and sat down, then leaned his head on Mo Jingchun's knee, the position of the collar touched Mo Jingchun's flesh, but the feeling was no longer so stinging.

Mo Jingchun gradually became familiar with the collar on Emperor Zhengshi's neck.

Although the restraint always looks a little strange, but after all, you will get used to it.

He rubbed his fingers there, and then stroked His Majesty's hair.

There is no feeling that I am teasing the tiger's whiskers.

Emperor Zhengshi said with forbearance: "The master's stroking technique is very similar to touching some kind of animal."

Mo Jingchun: "I don't have any weird little animals." There are so many pets in the family, at least in name, they all belong to Mo Yuanze.

Emperor Zhengshi: "From then on, if the master raises any small animals, the widow will tear them down."

Mo Jingchun: "..." He naturally knew that what His Majesty said was literally.

"...A good girl counts?"

"She should not be called a good girl, but a bad girl."

Emperor Zhengshi was angry.

Mo Jingchun said with a smile: "Then you can't blame her, who made His Majesty always show murderous aura unscrupulously? A good girl is the most sensitive to these things."

Otherwise, how can it be regarded as a good horse?

Ordinary horses would scatter and run away when they sensed killing intent and danger, but good girls would not advance but retreat, holding Mo Jingchun's sleeve in their mouths and refusing to leave, and there were some who stood in front of him directly.

Emperor Zhengshi snorted vigorously.

This made it difficult for Mo Jingchun to hide the smile on Mo Jingchun's face, and he couldn't help but smile even more heartily.

Mo Jingchun's fingers were still running through Emperor Zhengshi's black hair, and soon he saw His Majesty's head move, and then got into the bedding, directly touching flesh to flesh.

Mo Jingchun was naked under the quilt, without any clothes on.

Frightened by Emperor Zhengshi's action, he almost jumped up, especially the slippery feeling on his thighs, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Mo Jingchun wanted to leave, but Emperor Zhengshi tightly hugged Mo Jingchun's legs.

He said sullenly: "Master, I am very happy."

The breath of Emperor Zhengshi's words hit Mo Jingchun's delicate flesh, trembling with itching, he pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty, please stand up..."

Emperor Zhengshi dawdled lazily for a few times, and then he got out, revealing a pair of dark eyes, "You can agree to marry me, I am really happy."

It's rare for His Majesty to reveal his true feelings and speak such simple words.

Mo Jingchun was enduring embarrassment, but at the same time he was a little moved. He was about to say something when he heard Emperor Zhengshi say enthusiastically: "Master, tell me, how about inviting Xu Boheng? It would be best to piss him off."

Before Mo Jingchun could smile, he collapsed, "It's absolutely impossible!"

He speaks loudly.

This is not to piss off Xu Boheng, but to piss him off? !

Thinking that Xu Boheng and other important officials of the court would come to participate, Mo Jingchun felt his eyes go dark, and just wanted to pass out.