Chapter 67: My beloved concubine, what’s going on?
The four of them were all shocked. Jimo Chunqiu patted Yelu Yu'er on the back, asked her to sit back on the soft bed and said: "Don't lose your identity in front of the child, we will talk about it later." After saying that, he said to the door: "Zi Yan
come in."
Jimo Ziyan ran in immediately. He came in a hurry after hearing the report from his subordinates.
"Children, see your father and mother!" Jimo Ziyan looked at Hua Yueling and Mo Wushuang, his face was a little green. He didn't know how far things had developed. Did his father already know that Mo Wushuang was his?
A son?
"Zi Yan, why are you in such a hurry?" Jimo Chunqiu asked.
"Haier heard that his father forced Ling'er and Boy's friend Mo Wushuang into the palace, so he came to see what happened?" Jimo Ziyan didn't dare to talk nonsense, but from Jimo Chunqiu's questions, he knew that he
I didn't know yet, so I couldn't help but look up at Yelu Yu'er who was wiping away her tears.
"Look at your concubine's head, it was your friend who hit her!" Jimo Chunqiu looked at Mo Wushuang angrily, no matter how he looked at him, he felt that there was something about him that made him feel more and more friendly.
"What?" Jimo Ziyan was startled. Mo Wushuang hit his mother? How is that possible?
"Your Highness, there is a misunderstanding here." Hua Yueling answered with a smile.
"Ling'er, what happened?" Jimo Ziyan turned sideways and winked at Hua Yue Ling, with a worried look on his face.
"There is a misunderstanding between the princess and Wushuang. Don't worry. I think the princess is a sensible person and will explain it clearly to the king." Huayue Lingrou said.
Jimo Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mo Wushuang, who looked slightly embarrassed.
"Zi Yan, this friend of yours is quite courageous. Did you meet him in Dayue?" Jimo Chunqiu's eyes never left Mo Wushuang's handsome face.
"Ah, yes, yes, Wushuang is Ling'er's good friend." Jimo Ziyan quickly turned around and said.
"Your Highness, Wushuang and I are already married." Hua Yueling corrected her.
"What?" Jimo Chunqiu was startled, and he felt more and more that the matter was serious. Since they were husband and wife, why didn't Hua Yueling take action just now, but Yu'er stopped it? What is the relationship between this man and Yu'er!
"We will return to Dayue in a few days." Mo Wushuang said to Jimo Ziyan, which means that I will not snatch your throne.
"My beloved concubine, what's going on? Please explain it clearly to me!" Jimo Chunqiu, no matter how old and ignorant, knows that there is a big problem here. Isn't he a cuckold? Or is this Mo Wushuang the son of Yu'er? By the way.
, he and Zi Yan had something to imagine, but he couldn't tell it.
"Wuwu, Wushuang, do you really want to go back with her? Do you really don't want me?" Yelu Yu'er didn't say the word "mother", but she was obviously very sad.
"Yes, I want to leave here with Ling'er." Mo Wushuang said firmly.
"Shut up! Tell me clearly, otherwise no one will be able to leave. Yu'er, tell me who he is!" Jimo Chunqiu was furious, his face turned red.
"Father, don't be angry and take care of yourself. The imperial doctor said that you have not been in good health recently." Jimo Ziyan quickly said worriedly.
"Zi Yan, tell me, who is he? What is his relationship with your mother and concubine? Is he cuckolding your father?" Jimo Chunqiu felt that this was the most likely possibility.
"Your Majesty! What nonsense are you talking about!" Yelu Yu'er suddenly yelled.
"Yu'er, tell me, I have been married to you for so many years. Is there anything you can't say?" Jimo Chunqiu breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if he wasn't a cuckold. Could it be an illegitimate child? No, Yu'er wouldn't do that.
"Your Majesty, Yu'er is going to say it, can you forgive Yu'er?" Yelu Yu'er burst into tears, and Hua Yueling wondered if this woman was made of water.
Jimo Chunqiu's face was white and he couldn't stand the stimulation.
"Why don't I tell you what happened? It's better to tell the truth now that things have come to this point, so as not to leave anyone with any regrets." Hua Yueling spoke.
Jimo Chunqiu quickly looked at Hua Yueling and said, "Master Hua, please speak."
Hua Yueling looked at Jimo Ziyan, then at Mo Wushuang, then at Yelu Yu'er, and finally patted Jimo Ziyan's shoulder and said, "You don't have to be afraid."
Can Jimo Ziyan not be afraid? But he still looked at Hua Yueling and nodded. He believed that Hua Yueling could take Mo Wushuang away. As long as Mo Wushuang did not stay, his status would not be shaken, and his other three brothers would not be able to.
concern.
"Actually Wushuang is your biological son." Hua Yueling said slowly while looking at Jimo Chunqiu who was waiting anxiously.
When Yelu Yu'er heard this, her cries doubled.
"What!" Jimo Chunqiu seemed to feel like he was deaf.
"Mo Wushuang's name is actually Jimo Wushuang. He is the biological son of the king and the third princess!" Hua Yueling repeated.
"Hahaha, it's impossible, Hua Yueling, this is not funny at all. He is my son? Who is that Ziyan?" Jimo Chunqiu laughed a little at a loss.
"Zi Yan is also your son, but his mother is not the third princess, but the palace maid who was beside the third princess. It was you who forced her to get pregnant after drinking." Hua Yueling said this, her voice changed.
It's cold, the emperor is ruthless and debauched, and no one can predict the consequences. Can he still remember the romantic debts of the past?
Jimo Chunqiu was trembling all over and almost fell down. Jimo Ziyan quickly ran over to support him and said in a hurry: "Father!" and helped him sit back on the dragon throne.
"Let the third princess tell me the specific situation of this matter. I think the king must really want to know the whole story." Hua Yueling looked at Yelu Yu'er who was crying non-stop.
"Father, please don't be anxious, be careful with your body." Jimo Ziyan saw Jimo Chunqiu's whole body trembling, and quickly injected his internal energy into him.
"Your Majesty, it's Yu'er who is sorry for you." Yelu Yu'er burst into tears.
Mo Wushuang frowned, looked at Jimo Chunqiu who was staring at him closely, and couldn't help but said: "Let me do the talking." The father and son looked at each other, and Mo Wushuang only saw calmness in his eyes, but Jimo Chunqiu could see it, the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows
Jian is a bit similar to Yu'er before.
Everyone listened to Mo Wushuang tell the story one by one. Jimo Chunqiu's body was slowly recovering under Jimo Ziyan's internal strength. Jimo Ziyan's eyes dimmed and he walked aside and listened quietly to Mo Wushuang's story.
A fantasy-like story.
Hua Yue Ling Feng looked at everyone's expressions, and the most important thing was Jimo Chunqiu's expression. She found that he seemed to be restrained, and the expression on his old face became more and more calm. He was worthy of being the king of a country.
After Mo Wushuang finished speaking, Yelu Yu'er was almost crying. She knelt down on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, Wu Shuang is our child. This time, Yu'er came here just to exchange for Zi Yan."
Jimo Chunqiu looked at Mo Wushuang and then at Jimo Ziyan. Jimo Ziyan's eyes were filled with sadness.
"Then, what should I do about Zi Yan?" After a long time, Jimo Chunqiu asked this question, and a light suddenly rose in Hua Yueling's heart.
"What should I do? Zi Yan's mother is my palace maid and her status is low. How can she be the future king? Why don't we give him a place and let him live the next life with peace of mind. Has the king forgotten the most important formal bloodline in Dameng?
"Yelu Yu'er seems to still not give up.
Jimo Chunqiu looked at Jimo Ziyan again. He had watched this child grow up. He was so outstanding and so similar to him. He was already preparing to pass the throne to him during the New Year. At this time, suddenly a son was replaced.
He didn't know what to do for a while.
"Third Princess, no matter what her bloodline is, Zi Yan is also the King's biological son, and her body also carries the King's noble blood, right? At worst, if the King pursues Zi Yan's poor mother as the Fifth Princess, isn't Zi Yan's bloodline authentic?
Are you there?" Huayue Ling said coldly, then turned to Jimo Chunqiu and said, "We are both sons, so the king shouldn't favor one over the other, right? Besides, Wushuang doesn't understand the way of governing the country at all, so he wants to take the position of the king.
If you impose it on him, aren't you afraid that he will bring down Dameng? Wushuang has already made up his mind to return to Dayue with me, so the throne of Dameng is the best for Jimo Ziyan. What kind of big man is he?
Warrior Meng, you know better than anyone else, don't you? Don't do stupid things just because of blood or not, they are all your sons, that is the best explanation!" Hua Yueling hoped that Jimo Chunqiu would listen to her words.
"I won't be this king. I don't understand Dameng at all, and I don't like it here. I just want to go back to Dayue with Ling'er. Although you are my father, we have never gotten along, and Zi Yan is with you
I have been by my side for twenty years, and our love is thicker than blood, and Zi Yan is also my younger brother. I hope you won’t treat him badly." Mo Wushuang looked at Jimo Zi Yan and said.
Jimo Ziyan's eyes flashed with tears. He was a little scared, but he hoped that his father would not withdraw his father's love for him because his mother was an inferior person.
"How is this possible!" Yelu Yu'er objected loudly.
"Then what do the Third Princess think it should be?" Hua Yueling sneered, this woman was completely obsessed with it.
"Mo Wushuang is already Jimo Wushuang, he is the orthodox member of the Mongolian royal family! He should take over the position of the king. How can a child whose mother is a lowly woman take over the throne? This is inconsistent with the ancestral teachings of the Mongolian ancestors. Of course, I am also considered a son.
Yan's mother will not treat him badly. As long as he is honest, he can still live his life with peace of mind. Wushuang cannot leave Dayue, the only one he wants to leave is you!" This is Yelu Yuer's inner plan.
"I will not leave Ling'er, not even to death!" Mo Wushuang shouted angrily, "You selfish woman, do you think you want me to be your puppet because you haven't raised me for a day? You are really
It's hopeless! I still think of you as a mother. If you touch Ling'er, I will tell you that I, Mo Wushuang, have no mother!" Mo Wushuang's meaning was obvious, he would kill.
"You, you, Wushuang, are you stupid? There is no one in the world who treats her son better than a mother. This woman is pregnant with another man's child and is unfaithful and unjust to you. How can you do this?
You are still confused. If you want a woman, my mother will choose ten for you. You must not lose your soul to her!" Yelu Yu'er cried again.
"That's enough, if you continue to persist in your obsession, I will never recognize you as my mother again! Ling'er, let's go, this woman makes me sick." Mo Wushuang took Hua Yue Ling and left.
"Stop!" Jimo Chunqiu finally spoke out.
"Father," Jimo Ziyan shouted in fear.
"My child, my father is not a cruel person. You are also my son, and I will not let you go." Jimo Chunqiu saw Jimo Ziyan's worried expression and comforted him first.
Jimo Ziyan was immediately moved to tears, and the man would not shed tears easily. This made Jimo Ziyan deeply in love with his father.
"Wushuang, you, you are also my son. Although I, the father, have never known your existence, you cannot deny the fact that you are my son. You are our Dameng people." Jimo Chunqiu said.
Mo Wushuang looked at him coldly, waiting for his next words.