my princess boy

Standing there, Mu Xianyi looked at the flying dragon columns, the spacious and magnificent hall, and the marble floor glowing with cold blue light, and all the civil and military officials who knelt down on the ground to express their respect, felt as if he was in this hall. It looks gorgeous and majestic, but the inside is already vicissitudes of life, and I don't know when it will collapse under the heavy power of the dynasty.

Not far from him, stood Mu Jingchen with a pale face and a disconsolate and resigned face—yes, after so long in the camp, in the end, he made wedding clothes for others. Who would be willing to change someone else?

There is also Pei Xuandao, who is ashen-faced, looking at Mu Xianyi vigilantly and uneasily with his eyes, his figure is slightly hunched, and he is not as proud as he was just now.He knew that although he had never confronted Mu Xianyi head-on, in Mu Xianyi's eyes, he was nothing more than a small child. Mu Xianyi would not care about him, and would not show him any sympathy.

Mu Xianyi met his gaze, and both of them knew what the other was thinking. Mu Xianyi smiled sarcastically, and said, "Prime Minister Pei Xuandao forged the imperial edict and deceived the emperor. His crime is unforgivable. Come here and arrest him." Into the dungeon, immediately sentenced to death!"

No matter what crimes Pei Xuandao had in the past, now he can be sentenced to death just for forging the imperial edict!As for the others, there is still time to settle the matter after his death.

"Prince, spare your life, spare your life, the old minister was wronged, it was the fourth prince who persecuted the old minister, His Royal Highness..." Pei Xuandao immediately knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, but before he kowtowed a few times, a guard came forward and knocked him down. Lift it up and pull it down.

The voice of begging for mercy came faintly from outside, but Mu Xianyi just ignored it.

He looked at Mu Jingchen, and the sneering smile on his lips gradually became cold: "Jingchen, you should have had enough tormenting, and pray that the people are living in dire straits, isn't it the result of your reckless actions? ... I won't kill you , you just hope that you spend the rest of your life thinking about what you did wrong."

Mu Jingchen listened, but he didn't know how to repent. Instead, he laughed wildly. The arrogant and indifferent laughter echoed in the hall.Enough laughing, he stared at Mu Xianyi with those dark eyes: "Mu Xianyi, don't be complacent, I can't get it, and no one else can get it—I want you to regret what you did today, regret it Grab the throne with me, with regret and guilt, and suffer for the rest of your life! Hahahaha..."

These few words made Mu Xianyi very uneasy, but after all he didn't want to show a timid and threatened look in front of Mu Jingchen, so he coldly reprimanded: "I don't know whether to live or die, someone, take me down, Yan Add guards!"

"Yes!"

Mu Jingchen was taken down, and the rest of the ministers, some were panicked, some were expressionless, and some looked at Mu Xianyi expectantly.

Mu Xianyi knew what they were thinking, and said to the crowd expressionlessly: "The treacherous party has been eliminated. From now on, all the past will be ignored. You adults still need to abide by your duties and do your own thing well. I know that there is some restless mind secretly, so I will settle the old account and the new account together, understand?!"

His voice was not high in these few words, but his cold tone and fierce murderous aura, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, twirled a few times in everyone's ears and whizzed away.

Everyone hurriedly declared: "I would like to follow the order of the prince!"

……

On the second day of becoming the crown prince, Mu Xianyi went to visit Mu Jingluo who was imprisoned in the East Palace.

He hadn't stepped into the East Palace for a year.

Since Mu Jingluo became the deposed prince, basically no one went to see him anymore.After all, he is a sinner, a deposed prince, despised by the emperor, who would dare to associate with him again?

The entire East Palace is like a huge cemetery, covered with weeds and dead trees. The buildings with carved beams and painted buildings in the past are now dilapidated, and the vermilion paint has faded. It’s not that the materials of these buildings are not good, but it’s just that no one has lived in them for a long time. Even the best palace will be dusty and dilapidated.

Mu Xianyi stepped on the road full of dead branches and fallen leaves, recalling the time when he and Ling Xuetang came to visit Mu Jingluo a year ago, it seemed that it was really after the New Year, and it was almost at this time - at that time his heart was full of He hated Mu Jingluo, hated Mu Jingluo for betraying him, hated him for killing him because he was afraid that he would be in the way of his glory and wealth, but walking on the road at this moment, there was no hatred in his heart.

I don't know if time dilutes the hatred, or he has changed.

The room Mu Jingluo lived in was slightly better than the other rooms, but it was more dilapidated than last year.An old woman who waited on him greeted him, opened the door for him, and said respectfully:

"His Royal Highness, you are really caring. Come to see a sinner on a good day."

Mu Xianyi paused, his eyes fell on the old servant's face, seeing that there was no flattery in his eyes, but a faint sarcasm, he was not annoyed, he just said calmly:

"Such a good thing is to be shared with Brother Zixian."

The old servant was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but Mu Xianyi had already entered, he opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head dumbly, without saying anything.

When Mu Xianyi entered the room, he saw Mu Jingluo sitting under the window wearing a rough gray winter coat. The window was opened a span wide, and he was writing under the sunlight falling in that span.The room wasn't very bright, but it wasn't too dark either. Looking at him, Mu Xianyi was surprised to find that his temples had been stained white——

Mu Jingluo is only 29 years old after the New Year!

For a moment, a feeling of desolation and desolation filled his heart, and Mu Xianyi didn't know how to say hello to him.

"Are you here?" Mu Jingluo asked, slowly put the pen in his hand on the pen mountain, and raised his head again. Sure enough, his face was much older. He should be a handsome young man, but now the corners of his eyes are twitching. Wrinkles, his eyes were like ancient wells without waves, and there were green stubble marks on his mouth. Although he cleaned it up, he gave off a sense of vicissitudes that looked down on everything.

Mu Xianyi stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say to him.

Mu Jingluo smiled calmly: "I heard that you have become the prince. Congratulations." He added, "You are so honored and rich, remember to come and see me, you really have a heart."

Mu Xianyi smiled wryly: "Are you even mocking me?"

As soon as he became the prince, he came to see him, the deposed prince, and everyone around him thought he was here to show off, including the old servant who was loyal to Mu Jingluo just now.

But Mu Jingluo said lightly: "I didn't mean to mock you, whether you want it or not, since you fought for it and your wish came true, it is always a good thing."

"Yeah, it's a good thing to have your wish come true." Mu Xianyi murmured, not knowing whether he was talking to him or talking to himself.

The two were quiet for a while, and Mu Jingluo asked him again:

"After Xuetang left, I heard that you were very sad. Are you feeling better now?"

Mu Xianyi was stunned for a moment, then asked without answering: "What about you? Are you feeling better again?"

Hearing this, Mu Jingluo didn't seem to care, and smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter if it's good or not, it's just alive." After speaking, she looked at him, "Thank you for redeeming Siwu's mother to take care of her. "

Mu Xianyi was stunned. He thought that Mu Jingluo didn't know what he did. After all, he didn't do it for Mu Jingluo, but because he indirectly killed Xu Siwu, and he felt guilty. Jing Luo was imprisoned in the East Palace, and the news was blocked. He thought he would not know, but who knew that Mu Jingluo still knew?

Maybe Mu Jingluo tried every means to fulfill Xu Siwu's wish, so he has been paying attention to Xu Siwu's home.

When he thought of this, he finally understood why the queen and the Zhu family had quietly turned to him later on. Maybe, just because Xu Si had nothing to do with it, Mu Jingluo had secretly informed them.

He said: "You don't need to thank me, I am on the throne thanks to the support of the empress and the Zhu family, otherwise, the civil and military officials would not be so easy to turn against each other."

With Duke Zhen Guo, the mainstay in the Qingliu, and Lou Xiangli, an important minister who has never been involved in right and wrong, so many concerns will not fall to him. The Zhu family has a deep foundation, and only with Wenchang Marquis Zhu Shen around, those officials are willing to be convinced. Come over to him.

Mu Jingluo didn't say any more about these things, but only asked: "How is your father's illness?"

Having said this, Mu Xianyi showed sadness on his face, his eyelashes fell slowly, and the eyes under the eyelashes were like candles in the wind, and they were extinguished in an instant: "I'm already confused, I went to see him, he's gone I don’t recognize me anymore, only my concubine mother is talking to him, and he can shake his head and nod...” At this point, his nose was sore, his voice became hoarse and choked, “When I came in the morning, concubine mother was still waiting He drank his favorite Longjing tea, the imperial doctor said that strong tea is not good for the sick, but the concubine mother said that people are almost gone, even if it is poisonous, let him drink it, at least he will feel more comfortable..."

Hearing this, Mu Jingluo also quietly lowered her head and remained silent for a moment. When she spoke, her voice was as low and hoarse as his: "I wonder if you can... let me see him again?"

Mu Xianyi looked at the vacant Duobao Pavilion on the side, endured the soreness in his eyes, and then said: "...I will send someone to pick you up later."

Mu Jingluo knew that this younger brother was soft-hearted after all, and his eyes showed gratitude: "Thank you."

Mu Xianyi shook his head.

He asked again: "How about the imperial court...?"

But she still shook her head: "It's very bad... being tormented by Mu Jingchen, it became a mess full of holes."

He is like a tinkerer, tinkering here and there, but he doesn't know if he can fix it again.

Moreover, with such a weakened national power, war might not be possible in a short period of time, and the matter of revenge for Ling Xuetang could only be put aside for now.

I don't know why things have developed to such an extent. He really hopes that these are all big dreams. When he wakes up, he will still be the delicate and innocent Princess of Jincheng, the son-in-law will still be the cold-faced and soft-hearted one, and Mu Jingluo will still be the kind , Protecting his prince brother, his father is still the one who dotes on him and loves him...

It’s just that the reality is just the opposite—maybe those beautiful days and people and events are just a big dream of his. When he wakes up, he is alone and helpless, in a precarious world.