Before Mo Zhilan could speak, Feng Xizi, who had been standing outside the screen, walked to his bedside.
Kneeling on the ground, for the first time, she called in a respectful tone: "Feng Xizi, see your majesty, long live your majesty."
"You... all go down, I, I have something to say to her." Mo Nanhen held on to the consciousness that he would fall into darkness at any time, and after sending Mo Zhilan and Shen Zimo out, he focused his eyes.
Staring at Feng Xizi's tall belly, he showed a smile and said, "Feng Xizi, get up."
"Yes." Feng Xizi nodded and stood up holding on to the bedpost of the dragon bed, "Your Majesty, you have something to tell me."
"I, I have always been targeting you, not...I don't really want to kill you...cough, cough cough...Uncle Emperor, sooner or later he will be Tianche's emperor. I just hope to find a true emperor for him.
The woman who is responsible for half of the country... Feng Xizi, you, you are not bad, it is just that you are too harsh... Uncle Huang, sooner or later, Uncle Huang will do something wrong for you..."
"Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. Zhilan has his own opinions and plans. When it comes to major national affairs, Feng Xizi cannot shake him in the slightest. What's more, since I married him and was pregnant with his child, I can only
I will try my best to help him and will never harm him."
"I... I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me... Feng Xizi, in your heart, the most important Feng family... is still the imperial uncle?"
Feng Xizi did not expect that Mo Nanhen would ask such a pointed question at this time. In fact, this question was one that she had been avoiding.
What Mo Zhilan wanted, what she, Feng Xizi, cared about most, maybe even they themselves didn't know. Since they didn't know, how could they answer Mo Nanhen. However, at this moment...
"Your Majesty asked me this, and I also asked your Majesty, in Mo Zhilan's heart, what is most important to me, Feng Xizi, or Tianche's Jiangshan Sheji?"
"Okay, what a Feng Xizi..." Mo Nanhen closed his eyes and actually laughed. While laughing and coughing, the original wound on his body burst open again, and the blood gradually seeped out of the brocade quilt, staining it red.
At the entrance of Zichen Palace, Mo Zhilan and Shen Zimo stood on the steps, looking at the stars in the distance.
Starlight and moonlight fell into her eyes, and Shen Zimo smiled faintly: "I heard that the brightest star in the sky is the Emperor Star, which represents the supreme monarch in the world. Unfortunately, my naked eyes cannot see whether the Emperor Star is still brilliant.
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Mo Zhilan stood with his hands behind his hands and said in a low voice: "Life and death are sometimes just a matter of thought, just like the sunrise and sunset. The sun starts to tilt to the west when it rises in the east every day, and people, from the moment they are born,
, and gradually moved towards death. This is something that no one, including the emperor, can change."
The night wind blew his clothes and made a sound. Shen Zimo knew that Mo Zhilan had always been as open-minded as before, and remained calm even when the sky fell and the earth collapsed.
He was a born king, and Mo Nanhen was right about this.
Isn't Mo Zhilan sad?
No, he just suppressed the sadness deep in his heart, letting the sadness slowly fade and eventually turn into reason and calmness.
At this moment, anyone has the right to fall, but Mo Zhilan cannot!
"Are you comforting me?" Shen Zimo raised her lips and looked at Mo Zhilan with a half-smile, but Mo Zhilan turned his eyes and asked, "Does the queen need my king's comfort?"