emperor of a dynasty

After Yan Wuwei left, Mu Congcong knelt alone in the ancestral hall for a whole day, no water came in, and the servants were spinning around anxiously, fearing that something might happen to Mu Congcong, the king did not say that he would let Mu Congcong How long did you kneel, plus last night, if you kneel down like this, even your hardened body won't be able to hold you.

The servant went in and persuaded Mu Congcong several times, but Mu Congcong refused to say a word, and he couldn't persuade him no matter how hard he tried, until the palace servants from the Qingquan Hall came to the news that the king had woken up after drinking the medicine. Mu Congcong got up and left.

Seeing that Mu Congcong was willing to go back, the servant hurried to get a soft sedan chair, but Mu Congcong didn't even look at it, and insisted on going to Qingquan Hall with his weak body.

She wanted to meet Murong Yan, meet the aunt who hugged her, coaxed her and gave her tenderness, and asked her and Yan Wuwei... if it was really that kind of relationship.

But she stood outside the Qingquan Hall for a long time, and she never saw Murong Xun announce her into the hall.

As the sun set and the sky gradually darkened, lamps were lit inside and outside the Qingquan Hall, probably because it was going to rain, the sky tonight was extremely stuffy, making it hard to breathe, and Mu Congcong stood a little weak on his legs It was numb, and the door of the Qingquan Palace slowly opened, she looked up, but it was not her aunt who came out, and the big palace lady Tangtang:

"See Your Highness the Crown Prince." Tangtang bowed and saluted, "Your Highness, Your Majesty just woke up and is still very tired, so I won't let you in."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong lowered her eyes and half-covered her eyes. Her eyelids were already extremely thin, but now against the backdrop of the night sky and the Milky Way, there was a sense of alienation in her drooping eyes, "I know gone."

She knelt down slowly, solemnly nodded three times to the Qingquan Hall as a farewell, then stood up and walked out of the palace alone.

Mu Congcong was about to go back after she came out of Qingquan Hall, and her personal servant followed her all the time, for fear that something might happen to her.

This walk took more than an hour to arrive at the East Palace. By the time it arrived, it was already dark, the night was falling, and there was an overwhelming momentum, and the thunder was rolling

It's going to change.

"Your Highness, it's time to eat." The servant stepped forward and said to Mu Rongrong who had been sitting silently since arriving at the East Palace.

Mu Congcong didn't speak, his eyes drifted away.

The servant said timidly, "Your Highness, your body is the most important thing, you must take care of your body..."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong finally moved, she looked at her servant, and after a while, she said, "Where's Uncle Gong?"

"If you go back to Your Highness, the uncle and wife are in the backyard."

Mu Congcong stood up, turned around and walked towards the backyard, and said, "Follow me to have a look."

"…Yes."

When they arrived at the backyard, the guards standing at the door saw Mu Congcong coming, they all knelt down and saluted, "I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

There was a wind in the night, and Mu Congcong has lost a lot recently. When the evening wind blows, the hem of the prince's suit on her body moves with the wind, and her hair is still slightly messy. She stood there for a long time before saying , "Open the door and get out, I have something to ask her."

"As ordered."

"Squeaky" the door of the house was opened from the outside. Gong Shuya sat on the bed against the wall and slowly raised his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening. man with sword.

After she came in, the door was closed again from the outside.

"Heh." Gong Shuya half-opened his eyes and looked at Mu Congcong who came in with a cold and arrogant expression, and said, "Daughter...heh."

Mu Congcong saw her, then walked towards her, stood in front of the bed where she was sitting, and didn't go forward any more, just looked down at her, at the messy hair, disheveled clothes on the bed, no more A woman with an overbearing appearance in the past.

It should have been understood earlier, this person is no longer the one she remembered who would smile softly, hold her in his arms and call her "Qi'er".

Mu Congcong looked at Gongshuya expressionlessly, and quietly thought, this is the person who gave birth to her 14 years ago, but killed her seven years ago, and this person, All her teenage years, she has been longing for a moment of warmth with her.

…she has been longing for it.

Seeing that Mu Congcong just looked at him without saying a word after entering the room, Gong Shuya gradually lost his patience, and said, "What is the prince doing here?" She smiled, but there was a hint of coldness in her smile, "Come here Do you see my concubine?"

"Why?" Mu Congcong looked at her, and suddenly asked without beginning or end.

But Gongshuya understood. She looked at Mu Congcong, at the daughter who vaguely looked like that person between her eyebrows, and smiled slightly, "Why..."

She seemed to be remembering something from a long time ago, like her teenage years, or something that just happened yesterday:

In summer, she played the piano alone in a pavilion planted with many willow trees. She didn't know how long she played or how long she sat, until a man with deep eyebrows, broad eyes and a light smile sat in front of her and spoke to her. Said, "Girl is good at playing the piano."

In her memory, she seemed to smile shyly, and replied, "I understand a little bit."

"Why do you say?" Uncle Gong said lightly, "Where are there so many whys in this world?"

Mu Congcong looked at her, "The old man I once served you told me that you had a very good relationship with my father."

"So what?" Uncle Gong smiled and said coldly, "You were born in the royal family and live in the royal family. You should know that the blood of your royal family is cold. If you are like this, so is he."

Mu Congrong naturally understood who the "he" Gongshuya was talking about, she tightened her hands behind her back, and said shyly, "So you...killed him."

Gong Shuya: "Otherwise? Waiting for him to kill me? Your father and I have a blood feud, and our end is nothing but his death or my death."

"Then what about me?" Mu Rongrong said, "If that's the case, why did you give birth to me?"

Uncle Gong looked at Mu Congcong, looked at Mu Congcong's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and said, "Your birth was originally an accident."

"Boom..." There was a big thunder outside.

Gongshuya's voice sounded like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. She said, "You shouldn't have been born. I gave birth to you, which is the best thing for you. If you hate me and blame me, you still have to admit it in the end. I am your mother, I gave your life to you, and I gave you my life to let you stand in front of me and question me like this."

"I'd rather you never had me."

As if hearing something funny, Gong Shuya laughed softly, "I don't want to be born? But if you weren't born, how could you become the prince? How could you become the heir of Great Qin?" ?!"

"..."

"Did Yan Wuwei tell you?" Gong Shuya asked her, "Is she the one who told you that I killed your father?"

Mu Congcong didn't speak, there was constant thunder outside, and occasionally lightning pierced the sky, lighting up a mother and daughter in the room looking at each other coldly.

"Yan Wuwei, Yan Wuwei..." Gong Shuya said the name twice, and smiled coldly, "You like Yan Wuwei." She brought up the topic again, but Mu Container remained silent.

Uncle Gong was not in a hurry, instead he sat upright and said, "You are here to kill me today."

"Yes." Mu Container replied this time.

Hearing this, Gong Shuya nodded, as if Mu Congcong's answer did not surprise her.

"Murong Yan, she won't live long. Have you ever thought about who will inherit the throne after she dies?"

Mu Congcong frowned, as if offended, "Auntie is in good health."

"As long as she is well, then Yan Wuwei will not bite people like a mad dog like now... Aunt? You still call her Aunt?" Gong Shuya sneered, "You think your father killed her? Does it have nothing to do with it? Don't be naive, if your father doesn't die, she won't be able to return to the capital to inherit the throne even if she has the ability to shake the sky! It's her! It's her and Yan Wuwei who acquiesced in me killing your father, it's her Indulging! And you still call her 'aunt'?

Hahahaha It's ridiculous, but it doesn't matter, she won't live long, she won't live long, and you won't inherit the throne either. "

Mu Rongrong's face turned cold, and he said, "I am the prince." If Murong Yan died, the prince should naturally succeed her.

"So what about the crown prince? It's not up to her to abolish or establish a single word?" The uncle said in a serious manner, "Don't tell me that you never doubted that Murong Xun would install another prince. You are suspicious, I know you better than you think.

Didn't doubt it? ——Murong Xun will abolish you one day and establish a new prince. "

Mu Congcong's fingertips moved, and he looked at Gongshuya silently.

Yes, she had doubted, more than once, that Murong Xun would abolish her new crown prince.

But Gongshuya still said to himself, "Look, the Yan Wuwei you've been thinking about will slowly restrain the power in your own hands." She stretched out her hand, and slowly held it, as if holding something Something, "Compared to you, she is more trusted by Murong Yan."

Hearing this, Mu Congcong's expression finally broke, and she said, "Shut up!"

"Oh," Gong Shuya said disapprovingly, "I said it to your heart, didn't I?" She smiled, "You should be the most legitimate prince, but because of Murong Yan's appearance, you, the prince, are in danger. It became a charity from someone else, let me guess, are you grateful to Murong Xun? Do you think she treats you well?"

Her cold eyes stared at Mu Congcong like a snake and scorpion, "Don't dream, she treats you well, it's all for her own sake. In order to be with Yan Wuwei better, without any worries! That's why she will let you go For the crown prince! It is because of the guilt of watching your father be killed indifferently back then, and now it is just making up for you poor bastard!"

Hearing this, Mu Cong slowly closed his eyes, remembering what Yan Wuwei said to her when he knelt beside her today:

——"I made a promise with her that we will share the same bed for life and the same bed for death."

——"She was originally the king's favorite princess, but because I was far away from Qianzhou, I knew she wanted the throne, so I did everything I could to help her win the throne.

——"But in the end your aunt still sat on the throne, and she was the one who benefited, but I was the one who did all of this behind the scenes, so if you want to hate, hate me, hate me."

——"Your aunt and I really want to treat you well and treat you as our own child."

……

It turned out to be true, Mu Congcong had tears in his eyes and didn't dare to let them fall.

It turned out that she had been skeptical all along, and she had never dared to ask. It was really true. She was just a pawn in their hands, just to stabilize the throne and to stabilize the existence of their relationship. She didn't have the family affection she wanted. There is no love she wants, she once gave them all her passion and sincerity, but what about them?

In the end it turned out to be nice to her just to make up for her father's death.

Mu Congcong laughed in a low voice, and slowly her laughter became louder and louder, and she stopped after laughing for half a cup of tea. She opened her eyes slightly, raised them halfway, and looked at Gongshuya coldly. , asked, "Are you finished?"

Uncle Gong collected his expression, neither sad nor happy, "It's over."

Mu Congcong slowly drew out the long sword worn at her waist, the sword was glowing coldly, just like the coldness in her eyes, she said, "I will sit on that throne."

Gongshuya smiled lightly, and closed her eyes facing the sword. Before she came, she remembered an incident many years ago. At that time, Mu Congrong was only in his prime, and he loved to tug on her skirt He followed her softly and called her "mother concubine", and the man whose face was blurred in his memory looked at the mother and daughter with a smile, and wherever his eyes went, there was always affection.

One life for another, Murong Bo, I don't owe you father and daughter any more.

The rain finally started.

On the seventh day of October, the prince's biological mother, uncle and wife, died of illness in the East Palace.

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