Mu Huai's thoughts are clearly revealed.
After hearing this, Rong Xi felt soft ears and itchy, and couldn't help shrinking her neck slightly. Under Mu Huai's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, her cheeks gradually turned crimson.
"...The servant has written it down."
Holding the withered yellow cypress leaf in her hand, she pursed her lips slightly and stood where she was again, thinking about how to deal with things in the future.
The corners of Mu Huai's lips twitched slightly, and his eyes casually looked at the red pillar of Qianyuan Hall.
Emperor Zhuang didn't discuss matters with Li Rui and Yin Cheng for a long time, and the two walked out of the hall after a while.
Li Rui was dressed in Zi Fei official uniform. He had fought for many years, and even though he was old, there was still a heroic spirit in his brows and eyes.
Yin Cheng's official rank was a few ranks lower than Li Rui's, and he seemed to be about the same age as Mu Huai. He was wearing a red official uniform, and strode behind Li Rui. His figure was tall and straight, quite heroic.
Because Mu Huai and Yin Cheng are related by blood, their appearances are similar.
For example, both of them had a tall and delicate overhanging nose, and both had deep and handsome eyes.
Although Yin Cheng was a military general, he gave people a much clearer impression. One could tell at a glance that this young general had an extremely cheerful personality.
And Mu Huai's appearance is more outstanding than Yin Cheng's, but his brows are not sparse, and there is always a hint of sinisterness, which makes people intimidated.
Ordinarily, although Mu Huai has not been crowned king now, he is still the heir of the emperor after all. No matter how high his official position is, Li Rui is still just a courtier. When he sees Mu Huai, he should respectfully salute him.
But Rong Xi saw that when he passed Mu Huai, he was walking in a hurry, so he only gave Mu Huai a cold look with leopard eyes.
With such an attitude, he didn't take the fourth prince of the dynasty seriously at all.
Yin Cheng saluted Mu Huai with a smile in his eyes.
Mu Huai didn't say a word, but only sneered at Yin Cheng.
Because it is not appropriate for ministers to stay in the Forbidden Palace for a long time after the next court, Li Rui and Yin Cheng quickly turned back to the palace from the corridor to the north of Miyagi.
The autumn wind blows, and the sky is clear with smoke.
The eunuch beside Emperor Zhuang led Mu Huai into the Qianyuan Hall, and he personally pushed the wheelchair for Mu Huai with a very respectful attitude.
As soon as he entered the hall, Mu Huai smelled the smell of residual wine.
Vaguely, one could still smell the smell of blood.
Emperor Zhuang's complexion was not very good, with dark gray in the pale, he was sitting in front of the sandalwood table.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Mu Huai greeted Emperor Zhuang. From the corner of his eye, he saw the silk cloth on the table, which was faintly stained with blood.
Emperor Zhuang must have coughed up blood again.
Just as Mu Huai was about to ask about his physical condition, Emperor Zhuang smiled miserably, and said gently to Mu Huai: "According to what the Taoist priest said, the poison in your legs will be completely cured by the end of the year, and then you won't have to suffer anymore." The sickness and suffering caused by this poisonous poison. I will definitely ensure that you get the position that belongs to you."
After Concubine Xian passed away, Mu Huai's legs were poisoned by a strange poison.
Emperor Zhuang searched all over for a good doctor but couldn't find a cure. Later, he heard that Yu Qingguan, a well-educated expert, could cure difficult and strange diseases, so he quietly found that person and entered the palace to see a doctor for Mu Huai.
When the expert first saw the young Mu Huai, his eyes were quite deep.
He admired that Huai was still young, yet he had the appearance of an emperor, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of sinister arrogance. If such a person becomes a monarch, he will become a cruel and unkind tyrant if he fails to protect Qi.
The first emperor Mu You had just ended the chaotic situation of the previous dynasty, and he didn't want such a peaceful situation to be destroyed by Mu Huai's hands, and the people would become destitute and starving.
If Mu Huai's temperament develops well, he will be a resolute, talented and bold overlord.
If he is so arrogant and pampered by Emperor Zhuang Muzhen again, it will be hard not to become a generation of faint kings who will bring disaster to the country and the people.
The Taoist expert clarified the stakes, and although he had a way to undo Mu Huai's Gu at that time, he told Emperor Zhuang that the Gu would not be fully undone until he was twenty-one years old.
But every year, there will be a few months when Mu Huai's legs can walk freely like ordinary people.
In this way, the master of the Tao hopes that Mu Huai can sharpen his mind and suppress his cruel and cruel temperament in his bones.
Even though his most beloved son was poisoned by this strange and tormenting poison, Emperor Zhuang was also thankful. If Mu Huai hadn't been considered by outsiders to be ill with his legs all these years, Concubine Li Gui and Li Rui would only be more afraid of him.
Mu Huai took advantage of the time when his legs were devotioned temporarily, and went out of the palace with the token authorized by Emperor Zhuang during the imperial confinement, and practiced riding and archery with Yin Cheng in the middle of the night, and then returned to the Forbidden City in the early morning of the next day, and changed a Clothes and then go to the Hanlin Academy to study.
Although Mu Huai has been tormented by Gu poison for so many years, he has not lowered his demands on himself at all. Now that he has just reached the crown, he is proficient in all aspects of literature and martial arts, and possesses all the characteristics of an emperor.
However, the wish of the expert has not been realized.
His temperament has not become peaceful due to being trapped by Gu poison, but still has that surly temperament, and his handling of things is both ruthless and extreme.
A fool can understand Zhuangdi's words just now.
He wants to pass on the supreme position of the world to Mu Huai.
But when Mu Huai heard Emperor Zhuang's tone, he felt a sense of desolation that was sometimes unfavorable.
Although he is Emperor Zhuang's biological son, his temperament is the opposite.
Emperor Zhuang's temperament is gentle and honest at best, but cowardly and incompetent at worst. He is often controlled by powerful officials when he governs the country, and he often hesitates when making decisions.
Thinking of this, Mu Huai looked solemn, and asked puzzledly: "Father...what do you mean by that?"
Emperor Zhuang sighed softly, looked at Mu Huai who was in the portrait with the concubine Xian, his tone was kind but also somewhat helpless.
He called Mu Huai by his baby name, and said, "Manya... I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you in the future..."
It's like being unable to protect Concubine Xian.
"...The current situation in the DPRK and China can be described as being surrounded by tigers and wolves, so you must become stronger, Man Ya, and you must not be defeated by those people."
*****
After everyone returned to Quyun Palace, it was already dusk and it was dusk.
Mu Huai had been thinking about what Emperor Zhuang had said to him, and couldn't help lowering his eyes to look at his legs.
That day he was able to stand up because the medicinal power of Hehuansan temporarily broke through the poison on his legs. From this morning onwards, he found that his legs began to gradually become heavy again.
It seemed that only by the end of the year would he be able to completely shake off the heavy wheelchair that bound him, and his immobile legs.
The urgency to return to his normal body, and the long-term depression made Mu Huai's suppressed violent emotions gradually.
After returning to the palace, he didn't say a word, just sat in the wheelchair silently, staring at the fish swimming in the pool with a bit of sternness in his eyes, his posture was elegant and outstanding, like a lazy tiger.
Rong Xi could see that something was wrong with Mu Huai, his demeanor seemed like he was about to throw a fit at any moment.
Even the fish in the pond didn't dare to swim to his side, so they said how terrifying this man was.
Although Rong Xi has just taken over Shunfu's errand, the other servants of Quyun Palace also trust and respect Rong Xi, and she doesn't feel much effort when she takes care of them.
Just before Mu Huai had dinner, he specially told the maids and eunuchs who were serving outside of Qu Yun Palace to avoid them early and never appear in front of Mu Huai rashly.
Everyone in the whole palace also sensed the oppressive and terrifying atmosphere around them, so they hurriedly followed Rong Xi's instructions and hid in their ear chambers.
With trembling hands, Rong Xi wiped off the disguised things on his face, followed Mu Huai's previous order, loosened his long and smooth hair to his waist, wore only a thin plain white obscene clothes, and covered his face with his hands , entered Mu Huai's bedroom anxiously.
The clouds were floating, the moonlight was pouring down on the rippling pool water, and the Quyun Palace was silent.
The candles in the hall were brightly lit, and the food and vegetables had already been placed on the high place in front of Mu Huai. He didn't pick up his chopsticks, but when he heard rustling noises around him, he raised his eyes to look outside the hall, and saw a petite and stunning beauty coming out of the hall. They walked towards him secretly.
Rong Xi respectfully blessed his body to Mu Huai, and said: "Your Highness, Wan An."
The voice was still as delicate and soft as usual, but at this time Mu Huai was no longer the same as before, and felt that the voice made him uncomfortable.
On the contrary, he felt that this voice dissipated the hostility in his heart.
Mu Huai signaled Rong Xi to come to his side, the closer she was to him, the more clear her beautiful appearance became.
No powder or daisy is applied, but it is extremely gorgeous and has boundless charm.
Putting this appearance in the crowd of women, it is gorgeous and eye-catching.
Rong Xi quietly looked at Mu Huai's expression, and saw that his eyebrows stretched a little, so he boldly used his chopsticks to put a piece of stewed sturgeon in the food dish in front of him.
Mu Huai's face was pale, he put the fish that Rong Xi had caught for him into his mouth, and said, "Sit down and eat with me."
Rong Xi should be, then found a pear wooden drum-shaped round stool at the side, and sat down carefully.
In front of her was a set of table utensils made of sapphire, Mu Huai didn't lift his eyes, and ordered: "Eat."
Rong Xi nodded, but ate the lotus meat in small bites.
Where does she have any appetite
Her whole heart was hanging in her throat, for fear that if she made a mistake, Mu Huai would deal with her again.
Mu Huai caught a glimpse of Rong Xi's eating from the corner of his eye, still eating like a kitten, he couldn't help squinting, and said in a deep voice: "Eat so little, don't blame me for not being sympathetic to you after nightfall."
Rong Xi's heart trembled when he heard this.
The slender hands holding the chopsticks trembled involuntarily, but due to Mu Huai's words, the speed of eating was obviously a little faster.
For this meal, Rong Xi felt that he would lose a few months of his life.
After serving Mu Huai and washing his mouth and hands, Rong Xi's petite body couldn't help but tremble when he thought of what was about to happen.
Mu Huai was still sitting in the wheelchair, he glanced at Rong Xi, and said displeasedly, "Why are you shaking? Cold?"
Rong Xi shook her head: "No...no..."
"Go to the study and grind ink for me." Mu Huai ordered again.
Seeing that what she was afraid of did not happen, Rong Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The night is getting darker.
In the past few days, Rong Xi observed that Mu Huai spent at least two hours in the study every night, the first half of the hour was to practice calligraphy, and then the rest of the time was spent reading books and occasionally making annotations.
Rong Xi admired Mu Huai very much for this point. She thought that the noble master sitting in his position would be able to squander the day, but Mu Huai's efforts in studies are no more than those who study hard and prepare for scientific examinations. The scholars are poor.
He has been pretending to be lame, presumably because he is dormant and forbearing, keeping a low profile.
Rong Xi sharpened the ink for Mu Huai with his slender wrist, and turned his screen back, ready to prepare tea for him, but he saw that what he was reading today was not a scroll, but a yellowed sheepskin map.
She glanced at it, and the word "Jin Country" was impressively written on the top of the map.
Speaking of which, Jin Kingdom segregated the southern corner of the Central Plains. Although the area is small, it cannot be easily attacked because of the natural dangers of mountains, rivers and rivers.
In recent years, the state of Jin suffered from frequent floods and lack of harvest year after year. This small country actually had the idea of encroaching on the territory of Daqi and disturbing the borders of Qi.
Rong Xi didn't know why Mu Huai wanted to look at the map, so he just put the boiled tea by Mu Huai's hand, and said softly: "...If Your Highness is thirsty, use this tea."
Mu Huai whispered: "Yes."
However, he felt that the scent of tea could not cover up the pleasant and sweet faint milk fragrance on the girl in front of him.
His throat felt a little dry, so he picked up the teacup and took a few sips of clear tea.
This woman dangling under his nose would really disturb his thoughts.
Then his brows darkened slightly, and seeing that the time had not yet arrived, he said to Rong Xi: "Go to the bedroom and wait, I will go there in a while."
After Rong Xi heard this, her pink fingertips couldn't help trembling.
But she had no choice.
After Ying Shi, he went to Mu Huai's bedroom almost step by step.
She knelt quietly on the rug beside the spacious canopy bed, closed her eyes to calm her mind, and after half an hour, Mu Huai finally pushed the wheelchair here.
Seeing him stretching his arms with some difficulty, Rong Xi was a little surprised.
Why can't he walk with this leg
So he had to help Mu Huai get up from the wheelchair.
But Mu Huai waved his hands. He forced himself to support his arms, stood up from the wheelchair with difficulty, and then limped to the bed.
After sitting down, seeing Rong Xi's beautiful eyes surprised, he sneered and said: "Don't worry, even if this leg is not good, it is more than enough to deal with you."
To deal with the word, slightly ambiguous.
Rong Xi blushed, because her black hair was hanging like a waterfall, her delicate face became sharper as she looked at her chin.
When the beautiful eyes shone slightly, they were delicate and delicate.
Mu Huai silently admired the beauty under the lamp, and immediately opened his lips, ordering her to walk in front of him.
Rong Xi evened out his unsteady breath.
She originally thought that Mu Huai was fickle and ascetic, but his current behavior has nothing to do with this word.
On the contrary, it is acute, heavy|desire.
She walked in front of him with difficulty, and Mu Huai gestured with his eyes to let her sit on his lap|.
Rong Xi bit her lip, and carefully stepped|sat on it according to her orders, her lotus arms grabbed the man's neck.
Mu Huai leaned over at this moment, just about to bite her soft lips.
Rong Xi subconsciously hid back.
The man flinched, his brows became darker, but when he raised his eyes, he met her burning eyes.
Tears, like broken raindrops, ran across the beauty's cheeks in clusters.
With tears in her eyes, Rong Xi thought that Mu Huai would get angry, and she was ready for him to scold her, but the man clasped her head with his hand and let her lean on his shoulder.
Rong Xi was taken aback, not daring to move again.
After a while, Mu Huai gently pushed her away.
Seeing that her eyes finally stopped shedding tears, he drooped his eyes slightly, sighed softly, and said in a tone of helpless connivance, "I really can't do anything about you, is it made of tears? Kiss and cry..."