my princess boy

In the end, it was Lou Xiangli, Duke Zhen Guo, Marquis Wenchang, and King Yu who decided on the countermeasures against the enemy, and the [-] troops in the suburbs of Beijing immediately went to the southern front to resist the Dai Viet army.

This is a very important moment, some magistrates could not be touched before, but now they have to be arrested - taking down these magistrates can find a lot of stolen money, and this stolen money can just be used as military pay.

All these things are arranged by the subordinates. Although Mu Xianyi is the prince, he only plays a role of stabilizing people's hearts at this time - when he is in the court, the people will not panic, and the officials also have a backbone. panic.

It was clearly mid-spring, but Mu Xianyi felt extremely cold.He was wearing a spring shirt, standing behind the Yiqing Palace, looking at the spring scenery in the courtyard.The peach trees and winter jasmines have already bloomed, and they seem to be crowded anxiously, and the branches are bent and bent.The green grass underneath is lush and grows aggressively.The sky above his head was shining brightly, like the color of a sword, making people feel the chill penetrating into the bone marrow.

"Third brother, are you alright?"

A boy's voice came from behind.

Mu Xianyi turned around, and sure enough, he saw the Eighth Emperor Mu Jingheng walking towards him from not far away.He smiled at him, and when he got closer, he touched his head again: "It's nothing."

"My mother and concubine said that the situation in the south is dangerous, is it true?"

"Shh..." Before he finished speaking, Mu Xianyi winked at him, and the smile on his face slightly retracted, "This kind of thing is not something that can be said in public here."

Mu Jingheng knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, shrunk his neck in embarrassment, pressed his hand on his mouth, thought for a while, then raised his head to look at him, and said, "Third Brother, you must have worked hard these few days, there have been so many things going on recently. , and in such a hurry."

After speaking, she looked at him with concern.

Mu Xianyi smiled wryly unconsciously, and said: "It doesn't matter if you work hard... I just hope that this difficulty can pass sooner."

"Third brother is really amazing." Mu Jingheng praised him, admiring him from the bottom of his heart, "My concubine mother said, you used to be a princess, and you have never been exposed to these things, but now you have to manage the government and caress the government by yourself. The military supervising country is really powerful."

Mu Xianyi went and said: "This is my mission, if it's okay, I have to do it."

He is Daqi's prince and his father's son, so he can't just watch Daqi's decline day by day.What's more, he can't watch the people suffer from the flames of war, and the world is devastated...

Whether he can do it or not, whether the job is hard or enjoyable, this is his mission.

He thought, if Ling Xuetang was still around, he would definitely support him, right?

Mu Jingheng looked at him and saw him staring at the peach blossom not far away, as if he saw something under the peach blossom tree. His fair and delicate face was lonely and firm, in this warm spring breeze, it seemed like a A tree waiting to bloom, lonely but tough.

"Jing Heng." Mu Xianyi suddenly called him, and turned to look at him again, his eyes were full of earnest hope, "You must study political affairs well, after the third brother, I will hand over the big responsibility to you."

Mu Jingheng was taken aback, not knowing what he meant—was it what he thought?

He couldn't help sweating a little nervously, and was about to ask, but he heard a loud noise coming from a distance.

Both brothers follow the prestige.

A little servant stumbled towards Mu Xianyi, with a panicked face:

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness is not well, His Majesty is dead, His Majesty is dead—"

Speaking of this, he happened to run up to Mu Xianyi, his legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground, crying:

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty committed suicide!"

Mu Xianyi was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, his soul was gone, his face was pale, and his lips trembled: "You, what did you say?"

"Your Majesty, he committed suicide, and his body is starting to get cold..."

Mu Xianyi didn't finish listening to what he said, and ran out in a hurry, like a gust of wind, he was very far away in the blink of an eye.

When he ran out of breath to the door of Emperor Zhang Wu's bedroom, he saw all the maids kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly.He turned a deaf ear and stared straight, as if a ghost was manipulating his body, involuntarily, step by step, avoiding the slaves all over the floor and walking towards the bedroom.

On the beam in the hall, a man in black hangs there, wearing the emperor's crown, the emperor's golden dragon boots, black hair covering his face, hanging upright in the sky, his hands are hanging down, and his feet are also falling down. On the ground is a piece of kicked eight treasures Round stool.

Mu Xianyi's soul flew away in an instant, and his liver and gallbladder were torn apart: "Father——!!!"

He ran over, hugged Emperor Zhang Wu's feet, and pulled him out of the grommet with all his strength, but he was so weak that he tried four or five times without success. He pointed outside, screaming like a wild beast called out:

"Are you all dead, hurry up and help!"

The servants hurriedly got up and came to help in a panic.

Several people worked together to finally get Emperor Zhang Wu out of the rope and carried him to the bed.

Mu Xianyi anxiously wiped away all the black hair covering his face with his hands, and what appeared in his sight was a bluish-white face with bluish-white lips and black nose hair, which was even darker than when he came to see it this morning. His face was even more ugly, his heart ached, and tears rolled down his cheeks unconsciously:

"Go and call the imperial doctor, go, go..."

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty has passed away, please express your condolences..." The servant fell on the ground and said in a trembling voice.

But Mu Xianyi said stubbornly: "He's not dead, he's not dead, hurry up and call the imperial doctor, hurry up!"

How could he die?His father is so strong and omnipotent, he is the emperor of all the people in the world, how could he die?

The sound of "Xuanxuan" is still in my ears, how could I die?

No, how could it be!

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked: "Did any of you tell him anything?! Honestly!" He glanced over, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, full of murderous aura.

The servant girl who was kneeling on the floor shivered, almost touching the ground.

"Yes, His Majesty asked the question. Just now, the servants wiped His Majesty's hands and talked about the invasion of Nanyue and Xizhi. Your Majesty... His Majesty suddenly woke up and asked the servants. The servants were forced to tell him... Ah!"

Mu Xianyi kicked him in the chest, kicked the servant to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out, but his eyes were still cold and stern, like a Shura from hell, making people terrified:

"Drag it for me, Ling Chi will be executed! Also, bring Mu Jingchen to me, and I will personally send him on the road in front of my father!"

His father was clearly stimulated by the news, knowing that Daqi was in danger, he thought he would be ashamed to meet the ancestors of the lower nine springs, so he hanged himself and covered his face with black hair!

Damn Mu Jingchen, if he doesn't kill him himself, it's hard to get rid of my hatred!