emperor of a dynasty

In the second month after the death of the prince, Mu Cong took a group of royal children to the Taimiao, and knelt down in front of the ancestors of the Murong family all afternoon. The personal servant advised her to pay attention to her health. Wind chill is bad.In fact, there is no need to say that Mu Congcong knows that she has always paid attention to the maintenance of her body these years, but no matter how well she maintains her body, she is no longer the young man in her 20s. At the age of 40, her body has begun to decline. Started to slowly die.

She really wanted time to go slower, she still had a lot of things to do, and since Prince Xian was gifted to death, people in the clan started to move around again, and Mu Cong knew what those people wanted, just like back then. Want that throne, that cold and lonely position.

But most of the time, she thought that it would be nice if time passed faster. There was no other reason. In the past month or so after the death of his son-in-law, Mu Cong often dreamed of the years before her at night. The successor is still the prince, and he married that person not long ago, living a relatively peaceful life in the East Palace.At that time, the king, that is, her aunt, was still busy with the conquest of power and conquest, devoting all her energy to thinking. Every day, she would sit in the imperial study to test her strategy for governing the country. Yan Xiang always held a memorial in his hand and listened to it with a smile. Watching the conversation between their aunt and nephew.

At that time, everyone was busy with their own work, and they were all doing well, working hard in their respective positions.

At that time, no matter whether it was she, he or...she, they still cared about each other, and still had each other's figure in their hearts.

It's not like now, when you die, you lose, you score points, and you tear up your last face.

Can't remember when it started, she learned to forget, forgot the man who stayed in the East Palace waiting for her to go back, forgot the child who hugged her calf and tilted his head and smiled, and also forgot the man who was guarding a side far away in Jiangbei The woman in the sand pool.She began to yearn for power, status, and the throne. Slowly, her inner desire became more and more unconcealable. The late king was seriously ill, and she couldn't wait to use the pawns she had buried in the Qin court for many years, step by step. The king she loves—the person she admires most in this world.

——"Maybe you don't know, but I didn't have to go back to the capital..." The woman sitting on the dragon couch said to her at the dusk when the power changed. "It's just that I took the responsibility on me too seriously at that time."

A sigh.

The Wang at that time, the aunt at that time whispered to her in a hoarse voice, and it was at that time that she suddenly realized that her omnipotent aunt really fell ill, and she was really gone forever. The appearance of youth.

As if seeing her distraction, her aunt raised her hand and patted her arm lightly. She leaned against the head of the bed with a pale face and asked her, "Why? Don't you dare?"

Obviously she was already prepared, but she still felt ashamed in front of her respected and beloved elders, when faced with the other party's questioning, yes, how could she not be ashamed?If it wasn't for my aunt who tried her best to set her up as the heir, she might have died in the middle of the night on the seventh day of the lunar new year. How could there be her now?

"I..." She paused, "Qi'er..." I couldn't continue the rest of the sentence. In fact, no matter how much I said at that time, it would be meaningless. After all, she was going to take away her aunt's power, and she was a cold-blooded person after all. , is an unfilial daughter.But she still wanted to ask her aunt, the king who brought the Qin Kingdom to peril, ask her... Is she, Mu Cong, capable of becoming that king now?

But she didn't dare to ask, she didn't have the face to ask.

"Gu knows what you want to ask: you are doing well, and Gu is very pleased." The smile on her aunt's face has always been weak, and it is no longer the same as when Yan Xiang was there. "After all, you have been trained to be a qualified The heir is gone, brother can sleep in peace."

"aunt…"

Murong Yan raised his hand to stop what she was going to say, and said lightly, "Since you entered this door today, it means that you really want the throne... Promise to aunt: Be a good king."

Her eyes became hot, she thought that her aunt didn't know about all the little tricks she made at that time, but she never thought that every step of her was being watched by the other party, and she stepped forward to grab it step by step. her right.

Maybe she has never been favored by her mother in her life, but with her aunt, she has everything, and as time goes by, she is still the well-behaved niece back then.

"I, I promise you, Qi'er will be a good king, definitely will be a good king..."

Not getting the affirmation she imagined, she raised her head suspiciously. The woman leaning on the head of the bed just looked at her quietly and asked, "Has the person you sent to Jiangbei come back?"

Mu Congcong's eyes suddenly shrank, "Aunt..."

"Is she doing well?"

"...Okay, sir, she is doing well." She knelt on the ground, her hands clinging to her sleeves, her voice was dry, and her heart was beating fast.

"You like her." The aunt said.

"..."

"Since you like her, why are you guarding against her?" Auntie smiled, "You still don't understand her."

"Utensil..."

The aunt took the lead to stop what she was going to say, and said to herself, "Maybe you don't know, but I didn't have to go back to the capital back then.

It's just that at that time, I took the responsibility on me too seriously, while she... took me too seriously. "

Hearing this, the corners of her eyes became a little sour.

She knew, of course she knew that the only person who was full of eyes was her aunt, and she knew that she was actually nothing in her eyes.

With a hoarse voice, she seemed to sigh, "I... I know, I know that you and Yan Xiang... have a deep relationship."

"Yes, for more than 20 years, the love is deep and meaningful."

She was speechless.

"You shouldn't bother her. She will not be an obstacle to your succession to the throne. Not in the past, not now, not in the future, and never."

Her palms trembled slightly, "...what if she wants to?"

"What if she wants that position? Auntie, she is more prestigious than Qi'er, more powerful than Qi'er, and more trusted by you than Qi'er."

Hearing this, Murong Yan smiled, she looked at her, her gaze was the same as before, seeing through everything about her, "There is what you want under the pillow."

Mu Congcong groped under the pillow according to the words, and took out a handbook, she looked up at her aunt.

"Open it."

Slowly unfolding, only six words:

"If you do nothing, you will be punished."

Her eyes fell on the last two words, she suddenly thought of something, her face turned pale immediately.

There was dead silence in Qingquan Hall, and after a while, she heard her hoarse voice resounding in the hall, "Aunt... I don't understand... Sir, sir, isn't your true love...?" How could that aunt write down those two words lightly? ?

punish...of...

She was answered with a chuckle, "Because you'll never use it..."

— because you'll never use it.

Mu Congcong suddenly woke up from the memories, it was already late, and the lamps in the Taimiao had already been lit. Seeing her open eyes, the servant beside her stepped forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, it's time to go back to the palace."

As he spoke, he wanted to help her up, but as soon as he got up, he heard a cry of a child, which was a bit ear-piercing in the quiet Taimiao, Mu Congcong frowned slightly, and the servant immediately said to the palace, "Go and see which baby is crying trouble."

The palace servant took orders and came back not long after, "Report to the king: the crying child is... is..."

Seeing that the palace man was hesitating, the servant was afraid that Mu Congcong would be displeased, so he sternly said, "You straightened up your tongue."

"The villain knows his mistake. If you go back to the king, the crying child is the youngest son offered by the former crown prince..."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a dead silence in the room.

The palace servants kneeling in front of the hall did not dare to take a breath.

After a while, he heard Mu Congcong's deep voice, "Whose young son do you think?"

Everyone knew that the former Crown Prince Xian was sentenced to death for committing a crime of disrespect, and his family members were no exception, now a young son appeared suddenly, the King Neng was happy.

The palace servant tremblingly said, "Your Majesty, the youngest son's mother was originally a maidservant in the Eastern Palace. The former crown prince got lucky after being drunk and was suspected of climbing the dragon and the phoenix. Therefore, he was sent to the Taimiao to guard the tomb..."

Mu Congcong interrupted him, and said indifferently, "Where's the maid?"

"Return to the king: I have been detained outside."

"Oh." Mu Congcong said lightly, "Give me death."

After saying that, he stepped forward, and all the accompanying people followed him. After leaving the Taimiao, Mu Congcong suddenly stopped in front of the step, and the accompanying people did not dare to breathe. Bring that child."

The servant responded, turned around and went back, and came back not long after, holding a half-grown child in his arms, crying with a blushing face, the servant carried the child to Mu Congcong, who He glanced at the child very coldly, but because of her glance, the crying child suddenly stopped.

Mu Container: "..."

The infant child opened his dark eyes, tilted his head and grinned at her.

Mu Congcong looked at the little doll who was smiling at her, and her heart that had no feeling at all suddenly relaxed. Just now, she thought of A Xian—the child she loved the most in the past, and this child was very similar to A Xian.

The servant said happily, "Your Majesty, he smiled at you."

Mu Container glanced at him.

The servant was terrified: "..."

The baby in his arms was even happier, after a long while, Mu Congcong commented, "Ugly thing."

servant:"……"

Little Doll:"……"

The servant understood the sharpness and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to take him back to the palace?"

Mu Rongrong said, "How old is he?"

"If you go back to the king, it seems that it will only be three or four months."

Mu Congcong stepped forward and said casually, "Find a nanny, don't starve to death." This is the meaning of taking him back to the palace by default, and the servant replied:

"The villain takes orders."

"Get up—"

Mu Congcong raised his hand, and the servant waved his hand to give in and stopped, and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty?"

"Forget it, take it back to the Jiaofang Palace, and leave it to Wang Jun."

The servant was a little surprised. Everyone knew that the king had been feuding with the king for more than ten years, and now the king wanted to take the child back to the Jiaofang Palace. The difference between a nanny is too great.

... It seems that the king is going to recognize this grandson, the servant thought to himself.

"I know."

The servant was right in thinking, Mu Cong really recognized the child as his grandson, entered into the Murong Clan's ancestry, and gave him the name Ji.

Murong Ji.

... I don't know what kind of meaning is contained in this name.

Murong Ji was raised under Wang Jun's knees in the Jiaofang Palace. He grew up very well. He could recite hundreds of poems at the age of four, and he was very fond of him.For him, Wang Jun, who is equally indifferent, set up a school in the Jiaofang Palace to teach his grandson to read. Sometimes, Zhe Mucong would go over to take a look at him from a distance after the memorial was approved. Across a long corridor, the king One and Wang Jun will always turn their backs to the other, never meet again, and never say a word.

When Murong Ji was five years old, it was No. 20, when Murong Cong succeeded to the throne. In the fifth year, the Qin court threw a big banquet. The prince who never attended such an occasion actually attended because of the arrival of his father's family. He succeeded to the throne for 25 years. Mu Teng, who destroyed seven countries and made Qin one of the three tyrants, was very happy that day and drank a lot of wine.

At the banquet, Jian Jian, the patriarch of the Jian family, also came. Wang Jun sat beside Wang Zuo, looked at His Highness's elder brother, looked at each other, and smiled faintly.

Jian Jian knows that Jian Zhi has been very unhappy these years, but he loves the container so much, so he is willing to be trapped in the palace for more than [-] years. Seeing his younger brother's current appearance, Jian Si sits in his highness and thinks quietly, if he ...He walked faster, faster, and stopped Jian Zhi in front of the East Palace that year, so that he would not give away his personal gold silk armor, and she would not return her personal warmth Jade.

Maybe that way, everyone would be better off.

Just as he was thinking, Mu Congcong called his name:

"Brother—"

Simply looking up, the woman in the hall who is over [-] years old but still in high spirits raised a wine glass and said, "I only wish to marry my brother."

Simply startled.

"The only grandson of the orphan: Murong Ji, is willing to marry the daughter of the Jian family as his concubine, and when he succeeds the great Qin Guozuo after a hundred years of loneliness, he will make the daughter of the Jian family his heir."

Jian Jian looked sideways at the adopted daughter sitting beside her, one Jian An, one Jian Jing, one quiet, and one lively, they were only two years old now.

Jian Zhiyi in the hall turned his head, looked at the woman sitting beside him, and said coldly, "—shameless."

The latter tilted his head and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Wang Jun's praise."

Rao Jian Zhi, who seemed to be calm and self-cultivated, couldn't help but frown after hearing her words. Before she had time to say anything, she heard His Highness' elder brother say:

"... Caomin thanked the king."

Jane was startled.

Mu Congcong said, "Look, your elder brother is more inclined to you after all."

No words.

The man said again, "But who do you prefer?"

who?Jian Jian also asked himself this way, he also seemed to know who he was leaning towards all these years?

Is that right, or...

Come on, it's wrong.