287 Let me admit my mistake to Ninth Emperor Uncle
In the Yangxin Hall, two octagon gauze lamps with fine wooden carving frames illuminate the entire hall. The pictures of beauties painted on the bright yellow covers of the lamps appear lifelike under the swaying light.
Two bright yellow brocade curtains with staggered lines of gold and silver hung in front of the dragon couch, half-covering the scene inside. Next to it was a four-foot-high gilt incense burner, which was emitting wisps of green smoke.
The braziers in the palace were burning brightly, and one was placed in each of the four corners. But I don't know if it was because the palace was too big, but people standing here felt deserted.
All the people in the palace had been sent away long ago, and only the candlelight that suddenly jumped from time to time, and the two silent people in the palace.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Several heavy coughs were heard from the dragon bed, as if they were about to cough up the entire lungs, which made people feel inexplicably nervous.
The two people who had been standing not far away quickly walked up to the couch.
"Father!"
"Brother Royal!"
The two people spoke almost at the same time, looking nervously at the person lying on the bed.
Emperor Chengguang slowly opened his eyes, his turbid gaze fell on the faces of the two people, and he started coughing violently just as he was about to open his mouth to speak.
"I'm going to call the imperial doctor." Mo Jingxiao turned around and was about to leave, but a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the corner of his robe.
"Ninth brother." Emperor Chengguang called Mo Jingxiao, his voice was hoarse and weak, and he was dying.
Mo Jingxiao quickly turned around and leaned in front of Emperor Chengguang: "Brother, what do you want to say?"
Emperor Chengguang opened his mouth, but didn't utter a single word for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his hands tremblingly, grabbing Mo Ye with one hand and Mo Jingxiao with the other, and stacked their hands together.
Mo Ye was a little stunned by Emperor Chengguang's move. He raised his head uncomfortably and looked at Mo Jingxiao, only to see that he was only looking at Emperor Chengguang worriedly, and his eyes did not stray away a bit.
Emperor Chengguang had been lingering on the sickbed for too long, and his body was exhausted. There were protruding veins on the back of his hands. However, he used all his strength to firmly join the hands of Mo Ye and Mo Jingxiao.
, refusing to let go.
"Ninth brother, I can't prolong my life for much longer. Ahem... Ye'er, I'll just... I'll leave it to you. I know that Ye'er's nonsense this time has hurt your heart. If you are willing to forgive him,
, then you are still Prince Ding of Daye, if you...if you are not willing to forgive him, then take that imperial edict and make it public to the world."
"Father!" Mo Ye stared at Emperor Chengguang with wide eyes. He wanted to take his hand out, but was held tightly by the withered hand.
"Ye'er, do you want to continue to be confused?!" Emperor Chengguang scolded Mo Ye with some excitement. The high-pitched tone suddenly overdrawn all his energy. Before he could finish speaking, he began to violently
Cough.
"Father! Father! How are you, father? Father..." Seeing this, Mo Ye suddenly panicked and quickly stretched his hand along Emperor Chengguang's back.
Mo Jingxiao took out his hand and put it on Emperor Chengguang's shoulder. He used his inner strength to stabilize his heart and said to Mo Ye, "Go and call the imperial doctor."
Mo Ye stood up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Emperor Chengguang: "Stop for me!"
"Father!" Mo Ye looked at Emperor Chengguang helplessly, but couldn't resist him at all.
Emperor Chengguang coughed again, and his tone became weaker again: "There are some things I must say now, otherwise...otherwise I don't know if I will have the chance to say it."
He had been sick for so long that he had forgotten what the weather was like outside. There was a charcoal fire burning in the house all year round, but he never felt warm.
The location of the Nine-Five Lord is a city surrounded by high walls. People outside are trying desperately to squeeze in, but they don't know that if they try to get out after entering, they will never be able to get out again.
Mo Jingxiao frowned but did not refute. He just put his other hand on Emperor Chengguang's back: "What does the emperor want to say?"
Emperor Chengguang's blurred eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking through the solemn hall to the distant past: "Ninth brother, you gave me this world; this honor is yours.
You pushed me; you conquered this country inch by inch. I know I am not qualified to say anything, but in my heart, I still hope you can forgive Ye this time. Even if you want to take back what belongs to you
If he has something, then please grant him an idle title and let him live a stable life."
The emperor of a large dynasty, like an ordinary old father, carefully explained his son's funeral before his death, lowering his status just to pray for him to live in peace. Such feelings are reflected here.
In the cold and ruthless palace, it is especially precious.
Mo Ye knelt beside the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Emperor Chengguang's hand, and finally burst into tears: "Father..."
Emperor Chengguang finally showed a smile on his face and said with a sigh: "Kowtow to your Nine Emperors Uncle and admit your mistake."
Mo Ye nodded, stood up and walked in front of Mo Jingxiao, but was stopped by him: "His Royal Highness is a powerful person, so it's best not to break the rules."
After saying this, seeing that Emperor Chengguang was about to say something else, he quickly stretched out his hand to hold it down, and said every word very seriously: "Brother, there is no need to say any more. I have never meant to blame His Highness the Crown Prince. From now on, the Crown Prince will still be the Crown Prince.
King Ding is still King Ding, and whenever Daye needs me, I will do my best to defend the territory without hesitation."
Mo Ye once again looked at Mo Jingxiao in surprise, thinking about it but never expected that he would say these words.
He thought he would pursue this matter to the end and make the imperial decree public. After all, he had done such stupid things.
When Emperor Chengguang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could say another word, his head tilted and he fell down.
In the Hall of Nourishing Heart, Mo Ye's eyes suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly shouted towards the door: "The Imperial Doctor! Where is the Imperial Physician? Come quickly, the Imperial Physician!"
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After Ning Yujin sorted and filtered the information Murong Xuan told her one by one, she went through it with her own thinking.
First, the trouble started in the palace.
Emperor Chengguang had been ill in bed for a long time and had no longer cared about government affairs. The prince was responsible for handling the affairs of the court, with Mo Jingxiao assisting him.
But although he made Mo Ye the crown prince, he secretly issued an edict to his godfather and Duke Shen, saying that as long as the crown prince was unworthy, Prince Ding could replace him. Su Yuehua found out about this and told Qi, ahem, Qi Yunqian.
, Qi Yunqian then told the prince the news with added embarrassment.
When the prince heard this, was it okay? Emperor Chengguang was about to return to the west. What if King Ding really used this imperial edict to force him to abdicate? With Qi Yunqian on the side, he became murderous and wanted to win.
Mo Jingxiao.
When Qi Yunqian happened to encounter the amnesty event, he told the prince that Mo Jingxiao had lost his internal strength. The prince thought, oh, this is a good opportunity! He joined hands with King Jingyang and captured Mo Jingxiao in the East Palace.
It won't be easy to deal with after taking it. I don't know where the imperial edict is. It also happens to be a martial arts competition, and Dong Qi is about to make a move. Mo Jingxiao will definitely not be killed.
In order to force King Jingyang to jump over the wall, Mo Jingxiao allowed them to put him under house arrest, creating the illusion that King Ding was in trouble.
When Ning Yujin thought of this, she couldn't help but smile a little self-deprecatingly. Ha, you have planned this and I have planned it. How dare Qing'er be the only one kept in the dark?
"What about the situation in the martial arts arena? Di Changfeng was beaten like that, didn't he have his hair tied up?" She asked quickly, wanting to know what happened next.
Murong Xuan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Well..."