The Cold Emperor Plays Phoenix

Chapter 72: Return triumphantly, come back from the dead (2)

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"After half a year, the four princes returned from the residence of the genius doctor. It happened that my Ming and Nanzhao were about to fight, so I allowed the four princes to fight under the pseudonym. Mo Jun is here, and the name of the Mo family remains unchanged. Meaning! The four princes can escape from the dead and make heavenly contributions for my Daming. My gratitude to God and the genius doctor cannot be described in words. I only hope that all the Aiqing will do their best to assist the prince in governing my Daming in the future. The world! Create a new generation of Ming Dynasty dynasty!"

"From now on, the prince will move into the East Palace, and the residence of the four kings will be reserved as the residence of the little prince Mo Lixuan. The Ministry of Ritual will handle everything according to the prince’s specifications. If there is no instruction, the ministers of the interior and foreign affairs will not be allowed to enter the residence of the four kings. Violators will be punished for deceiving the king. !"

As the sound fell, a group of ministers in the hall still did not fully respond. Lei Yue's straight body stepped forward and knelt down, and said with a strong and powerful voice: "His Royal Highness is famous and powerful, and the ministers are convinced by the talents of His Highness. Follow the emperor's will, be loyal to the prince, and be loyal to Daming!"

"The minister, see His Royal Highness!" Mo Qilin followed closely, bowed his court and bowed his hands.

"Chen Lin Mengqing knocked on His Royal Highness!" Lin Mengqing stepped out and knelt beside Mo Qilin.

The fright of the civil and military officials slowly faded. In addition to feeling unbelievable, they were more shocked and delighted. Taifu Liu stood up and knelt down as well, arching his hands vigorously and said: "Old minister, congratulations, the emperor. Congratulations. Your Royal Highness, really blessed me, Daming. After this battle, the neighboring three countries bowed their heads to me because of the reputation of His Royal Highness. In the future, His Royal Highness will inherit the rule, and my Daming will be even more brilliant!"

"Brother minister, see His Royal Highness!" Mo Qiyan knelt on his knees, saying this, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, his heart was complicated and messy.

"Brother minister, see His Royal Highness!" Mo Qiming walked out, kneeling slowly, his expressionless face and indifferent eyes could not see a trace of emotion, only he himself knew what state of mind he was at this moment! It turns out that all his guesses are correct! It's just that the person who is struggling with Ling Xueman is still not sure whether it is Lin Mengqing or Mo Qihan!

"The minister, see His Royal Highness!" Mo Qichen and Mo Qiyu stepped out at the same time, shouting in unison. At this moment, Mo Qiyu only felt surprised and ecstatic that his dead brother was resurrected, and he turned out to be the cold-faced war-god general who moved the Four Kingdoms. How could he not be excited

King Yun and his family members followed and knelt down and bowed to the ground, "Congratulations to the emperor, and congratulations to the prince!"

The remaining officials who were loyal to the emperor Mo Yuming naturally knelt down to pay homage, but Bai Jingan was surprised, and also knelt down along with the ministers who worked in the Three Kings Party, "For ministers, see His Royal Highness!"

In the golden palace, all the eunuchs and palace ladies, the guards inside the palace, and everyone outside the palace also knelt down and worshiped!

Then, loud shouts echoed over the palace!

"Long live the emperor, long live long live--"

"His Royal Highness, Chitose, Chitose, Chitose--"

The imperial decree of the Lichu, including the resurrection of Mo Qihan, and the cause and effect of the incarnation of Mo Junlin, was quickly sent to the government offices of various states and counties across the country in a scattered dynasty, calling the world!

Hearing this, the three armed forces of the Southern Expedition shook with cheers, knelt down and swearing allegiance to His Highness the Prince Mo Qihan!

The news first made a sensation in the capital for the first time. The people had not yet calmed down in the turmoil of worshiping Mo Junlin, so they boiled again because of this new news!

The harem shook, and the concubines poured into the Fengchen Palace. Empress Hexi, for a while, the entire palace was extremely lively. No matter who gathered together, the topic of discussion was the strange story of the resurrection of His Royal Highness as a general of the God of War!

East Palace.

Mo Qihan regained his status and ascended to the position of prince again. Naturally, he dressed and dressed according to the prince’s specifications. The Ministry of Rites and the Department of the Palace Department rushed to the afternoon to prepare the brocade shirt, court clothes, and head that symbolized the status of the prince. Crowns, ornaments, jade belts, Korean boots, etc.

Wearing a bright yellow panlong brocade shirt, a white blouse with arms outstretched, a white jade belt on the waist, moiré boots, three thousand blue silks tied on the top of the head with a golden crown, a slender and fit body, and a long jade standing in the center of the spacious hall. In the setting sun, the handsome Wuzhu's face was stained with circles of light, sparkling with golden light.

"The master is so good-looking!" Wujie exclaimed, "With this outfit, I really dare not look directly at it!"

"Huh? Then you still stare at the palace?" Mo Qihan raised his black eyes, half jokingly.

If you become a prince, you will have to change if you claim to be a prince. Rao is a brother, master and servant who was born and died together, but his dignity and inferiority cannot be ignored at any time.

Wu Jie Ji was so impatient, he lowered his head hurriedly, "The slave is convicted!"

"Hehe, I'm just kidding." Mo Qihan chuckled, and took a look at the jade pendant tied around his waist. There was a tiny "cold" engraved in the delicately carved auspicious cloud dragon. Meiyu Pei is the last birthday gift his elder brother gave him. He has always treasured it, and it has been more than five years now!

Seeing Yusiren, brother, your grievance is about to be reported!

Wuji stepped forward, and when he saw it, he paused, then bowed and said, "My lord, the five princes and the little prince have arrived!"

"Please come in!" Mo Qihan regained his expression, with a cold expression on his face.

"Yes!"

Turning his back, listening to the sound of a few steady steps, until the distance of two steps stopped, his arrogant body slowly turned back, and his face was the cold and cold face they were familiar with, and looked like theirs.

The bright yellow crown prince's clothes were dazzling and full of shock, and set against the cold face. At this moment, the long jade body stood in front of him with one hand, and the whole exudes an indescribable sense of oppression, almost making They dare not stare.

Several people were stunned for a few seconds, then raised their robes and saluted, "King on the Prince Jin'an!"

"It's all my own brothers, don't need to be polite!" Mo Qihan licked his lips, raised a smile, and stretched out his hand to help Mo Qiyan with one hand, and to help Mo Qiming with the other, "Second brother, third brother, fifth brother, Sixth brother, seventh brother, please get up soon!"

"His Royal Highness, Prince Xie!"

Several people got up and faced Mo Qihan again. They were all complicated, and even some, unable to face it. Even in their cognition, Mo Qihan might not know that he couldn't help Ling Xueman, but their hearts were different. It's not easy.

Of course, brothers came back from the dead, and instinctively had extreme ecstasy. This had nothing to do with the throne, but just brotherly feelings. Because of the rules set by the ancestral emperor of Ming Dynasty, they knew that they could not inherit the throne since they were born. Very peaceful, never wishful thinking.

These are the thoughts of others except Mo Qiming.

Mo Lixuan lowered his head, pulling his sleeves nervously and nervously. He was adopted to his fourth uncle. Now that the fourth uncle is alive, will he cut his title and lift the adoptive relationship? Mother... Does he have to leave mother

"Xuan'er!" Mo Qihan smiled lightly, leaned down and held Mo Lixuan's hand, frowned lightly, "Why do you lower your head? Lift your head and let the father take a look!"

Hearing this, Mo Lixuan stunned, slowly raising his head in disbelief, and facing the smiling and loving eyes, his lips opened a few times, but he called out timidly, "Four Emperors!"

"Xuan'er!" Mo Qiyan whispered, "How do you call it?"

"Second brother, it's okay, don't scare Xuan'er." Mo Qihan hurriedly stopped, and said: "Brothers all sit down, come, Xuan'er and father king sit here."

With that said, Mo Qihan took Mo Lixuan's hand and walked to the main seat to sit down, and the others took their seats on the carved chairs on both sides.

The two maids offered tea, and then stepped back.

Mo Qihan glanced at the next seat, then looked at Mo Lixuan with an undiminished smile, "Xuan'er, shouldn't you be called the Uncle King of the Four Emperors? How did you change your mouth? Haha, since your grandfather adopted you to the Four Emperors Uncle, then you are the son of the four emperors, you don’t need to change your words, just call the father king, plus your father, you have two father kings!"

"Really, really?" Mo Lixuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and when he saw Mo Qihan nodded with a smile, he yelled with joy, "Father!"

"Haha, good!" Mo Qihan chuckled in satisfaction, raised his eyes slightly, and said, "Wuji, take the sword!"

"Yes!"

A fire dragon sword was presented. Several people in the room were martial arts practitioners. They all stood up and looked at it. They saw that the scabbard of this sword was white, with dragon patterns of different sizes wrapped around the front and back. A small blue night pearl gleams with dazzling light. Anyone who has some knowledge of swords will know that it is a good sword at a glance.

"Xuan'er, this sword is called the Fire Dragon Sword. It was captured by the father of the Nanzhao Marshal Heliantie after killing the Nanzhao Marshal. The special thing about this sword is that once it is stained with human blood, it turns red all over. Like fire, it is infinitely powerful, blows and breaks hair, and is extremely sharp. This sword is specially brought back by the father to meet you!"

Mo Qihan smiled, handed the sword to Mo Lixuan's hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "How is it? Do you like it?"

"Like! Father, thank you!" Mo Lixuan held the sword with joy, his small face glowing with excitement.

Mo Qiyan smiled slightly, speechless for a while.

"Fourth brother, I heard that Heliantie ranks first in Nanzhao martial arts. Did you really kill it alone?" Mo Qiyu asked in surprise.

"Little Qi, if you don't believe me, Brother Si can also compare with you!" Mo Qihan said with a smile.

"Uh, that's not the case. It would be nice if the fourth brother can teach me." Mo Qiyu touched his nose embarrassedly.

"Haha, come, our brothers haven't seen each other for two years, let's have a good drink today!" Mo Qihan laughed and said loudly, "Wuji, prepare wine and food!"

"Yes, fourth brother, you tell us well, how did you come over the past two years, and what happened on the day you died? It's amazing! How did the genius doctor who saved you know that you still have half a breath? What? I’m so curious! And ah, where did you learn such a powerful martial arts now? Did the genius teach you?" Mo Qichen asked a series of questions, and looked up and down Mo Qihan in shock. After several times, he sighed: "Fourth brother is really a blessed person. Compared to when he was sick, it is a far cry!"

"Hehe, no hurry, let's drink while talking slowly." Mo Qihan looked at Mo Qichen eagerly and couldn't help but smile.

Mo Qiyu suddenly thought of the most important question, and cautiously asked: "Brother Si, then you are now the prince and live in the palace. When will you take Sisao into the palace?"

With Mo Qiyu's words, the hearts of several men were lifted. The composure on their faces, but they couldn't conceal the panic in their hearts. They all secretly stared at Mo Qihan, waiting for his answer. .

The same is true for Mo Qiming.

Mo Qilin's eyes were full of bitterness, he knew, but he pretended not to know.

Mo Qihan turned the tea bowl in his hand, lowered his eyes, and blew the tea casually with thin lips, without a word, no one knew what he was thinking.