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Suddenly, a bright yellow color shone in front of him. Xiao Yueye stood up and saluted: "Are you here?"
The visitor smiled and nodded: "You have been wronged. Come on, all the jailers here will silence you."
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March 13, the twenty-fifth year of the lunar calendar, this day will definitely leave a mark in history.
On the surface, the capital is still calm and peaceful. The only thing that makes people feel pity is probably that the No. 1 brothel in the world has been closed down. The twelve golden hairpins in the brothel are really haunting.
At night, the palace is strictly forbidden, and the guards shuttle back and forth, guarding the palace like a big iron barrel.
Suddenly, the palace was filled with lights and boiling sounds. The eunuchs and eunuchs who were coming and going were horrified to see that the Imperial Guards were coming from all directions and running towards the Feitian Palace. Each of them held torches in their hands and swords at their waists, emitting bursts of cold light.
Some of the palace eunuchs who had not come and were running away screamed and found themselves in a different place. Everyone else yelled, looking at their partners who were joking with them with horror in their eyes.
Several older palace maids suddenly had a sudden thought in their hearts. They looked at the direction in which these imperial guards were rushing and blurted out: "Oh my god, the emperor slept in the Feitian Palace today!"
An ominous premonition suddenly enveloped the hearts of these palace eunuchs.
The Royal Forest Army from all directions surrounded the entire Feitian Palace. In the firelight, Murong Gong led Mo Hangyu to the front with a smile on his face.
Murong Liuyun walked out of the palace gate neatly dressed, looked at Murong Gong and others coldly, and scanned the whole place again without saying a word.
Murong Gong suddenly felt angry. The prestige that Murong Liuyun had accumulated in his heart over the years was now constantly attacking his defenses. He was even a little scared, because he did not see fear or shock on Murong Liuyun's face, but only cold disdain and ridicule.
"The eldest prince," Murong Liuyun finally said calmly: "Are you trying to force me into the palace?"
Murong Gong took a deep breath, looked at the thousands of soldiers and horses surrounding him, and suddenly became worried again: "Father, I just think that my father is seriously ill, so it is better to stay in bed and recuperate. I will leave the affairs of the government to my hands." Let me handle it."
Murong Liuyun suddenly laughed softly: "Haha, he is indeed my good son. But Murong Gong, do you know that I am quite disappointed in you."
"Why did my father say this? My sons are filial, but they are all for the sake of my father!" Murong Gong said with a smile. In the light of the fire, he was actually pious!
"Don't be sentimental," Murong Liuyun laughed long and hard: "I'm disappointed that you haven't made any progress at all. I originally hoped that you wouldn't take the road of forcing the palace, but it seems that I overestimated you. I can do it.”
Murong Gong felt a chill in his heart, and looked at Mo Hangyu next to him. At this moment, he finally shed his hypocritical appearance: "Father, no matter how clever you are, you can't change the current facts. Thousands of my troops have surrounded this place. The water is blocked and the palace gate is closed. Father, you don’t have to expect anyone from the outside to save you. "
"Haha, Murong Gong, Murong Gong, I really want to doubt whether you are my son? How could I have a son as stupid as you? Do you really think that these imperial guards are under your control?" Murong Liuyun laughed, and anyone could hear the pride in his laughter.
Murong Gong and Mo Hangyu's expressions changed, and they both looked back. At this time, the spears in the hands of the imperial guards were all aimed at the two of them.
"What are you doing?" Mo Hangyu's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. How could the Imperial Forest Army, which was clearly under his control, turn against him
At this time, a passage appeared in the middle of the imperial guards. Under the light of the fire, three people walked out.
Mo Hangyu looked at the three people in disbelief as if he had been punched hard.
"Your Majesty, Murong Rui (Lin Shan, Zhou Qian), pays homage to the Emperor." The three men in armor bowed and knelt on the ground.
"Thank you for your hard work, three dear ladies. Please get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
If Mo Hangyu doesn't understand now, then he is a complete fool. He stretched out his index finger and looked at the three of them blankly: "How, how could it be possible, how could it be possible?"
Murong Rui looked at him coldly and said sarcastically: "Mo Hangyu, do you think that I, the President of the Royal Forest Army, am just a freeloader? I've seen all of your placement of confidants and cliques in the past two years. "But the Emperor asked us to remain calm and observe you secretly. Even Lin Shan and Zhou Qian agreed to join you. It's ridiculous that you didn't realize that they were about to die."
Murong Gong collapsed to the ground. Mo Hangyu was stunned and murmured: "It's over, it's over."
Murong Liuyun raised a slight smile and looked at the distant sky through the firelight: "The Mo family, should they be caught now, right?"
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In "Wanzhi Palace", screams and insults were heard every day, which made the guards guarding outside frown. Of those palace eunuchs who went in to deliver meals, which one didn’t escape injured
"You are so brave, I want to see the emperor, I want to see the emperor!" Concubine Mo, who used to have the most power in the harem, now looks like a crazy woman on the street with disheveled hair. Ever since the eldest prince was caught trying to rebel, she had also been placed under house arrest in this once revered palace.
At four o'clock, for four whole days, she got no news, no one spoke, and she couldn't even take a step forward.
She's going crazy. What's going on with the Mo family? What happened to my son
She looked forward to seeing the emperor, hoping to plead with him to let the Mo family go, or at least let her son go.
But the emperor never showed his face from beginning to end.
Footsteps sounded slowly, and Mrs. Mo didn't even raise her head as she shouted loudly: "Get out of here, I won't eat!"
The visitor laughed softly, his voice gentle, like the tinkling of a small spring, but the cold air inside made the whole room suddenly lifeless.
"Sister, you have such a bad temper. Shouldn't you be happy to see her again after a long separation?"
Mo's eyes widened, and he raised his head in disbelief, looking at the woman in purple robe in front of him: "You, you, you..."
The visitor gently put down his hat, revealing a beautiful face. It was Mrs. Xiao.
"Sister, after all, we haven't seen each other for twenty-three years, right? My sister has been thinking about her day and night all these years!" Mrs. Xiao raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were as cold as thousands of years of ice.
Mo stepped back suddenly, picked up the thing at hand and threw it at him: "Go away, ghost, go away, ghost, come here, help!"
Mrs. Xiao swayed slightly and easily dodged the objects thrown at her. She covered her mouth and laughed: "Is this how my sister treats guests when we meet old friends?"
Mrs. Mo had already retreated to the edge of the bed. She suddenly realized something was wrong, and turned to look at Mrs. Xiao's feet. The slender shadow seemed to be laughing at her like its owner.
"There is a shadow. Are you a human, not a ghost?!" Mo jumped down and shouted sharply.
"My sister only knows now. It really chills my sister. What? Isn't my sister very disappointed to see that her sister is not dead?"
Mo shook his head in disbelief: "How could you not be dead? I saw your body with my own eyes and saw you buried. How could you not be dead! You are not her, you must not be her, who are you?" "
Mrs. Xiao's eyes became cold and cold: "Sister, you are such a noble person, so forgetful! Back then, you sent Xiaocui to poison me, you won't forget it, right?"
Mo's eyes widened: "You, you know? Are you really her? How could you not be dead?"
"Haha, now that I know you poisoned me, would I be stupid enough to drink the poison? But at that time, I originally wanted to leave the palace, so I just used the trick and Li Daitao was dead."
"How could this happen?" Mr. Mo sat down on his bed and muttered to himself.
Mrs. Xiao just stood like this, looking at her coldly, the chill at the corner of her mouth getting heavier and heavier.
After a while, Mo's face became normal. She dusted off her clothes and straightened her clothes: "Xiao Ru'er, I didn't expect that I can't beat you. I admit it! I, Mo Qingluan, have thought of this ending since the day I stepped into the palace. You and I It’s time to understand the grudges that have lasted for more than ten years.”
"Yes, the grievances of more than 20 years will be settled in my hands today." Mrs. Xiao snorted softly, and in a flash, she had appeared on Mo's left side.
She leaned close to Mr. Mo's ear, exhaled and smiled: "Before you die, I will tell you a secret. Xiao Yueye is my son."
Mo's eyes widened, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of his throat rupturing.
Mrs. Xiao put on her purple robe again, walked slowly to the door, then turned around and closed the door.
At that moment, you could see a white silk ribbon and a corpse inside the room.
Looking up at the sky, Mrs. Xiao suddenly sighed, shook her head, and left.
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The Tianlao where Xiao Yueye once lived has now changed its owner. The woman in the prison was sitting slumped in an unpredictable manner. By candlelight, he quietly read a book.
From the moment the Mo family was ransacked by Zhang Dehai, he knew it was over.
After all, every move he makes is under Murong Liuyun's control.
Zhang Dehai, sitting opposite Mo Zhiqi, was already having a cup of tea.
Mo Zhiqi slowly put down the book and actually showed a smile: "You and I have been fighting for half a lifetime. I never thought that it would be you who gave me my last gift."
Zhang Dehai looked at the once high-spirited prime minister, and suddenly there was no resentment in his heart, only a trace of pity.
"Hey, one wrong step, one wrong step after another. Brother Mo, do you know where you failed?"
"I would like to hear the details." Mo Zhiqi said lightly.
This work is an exclusive text version and may not be reproduced or excerpted without permission. For more latest and fastest chapters, please visit.! Zhang Dehai stood up and said softly: "In the past two years, you have easily controlled so many of my forces. Don't you think it's strange? Your grandson, in just two years, controlled more than an average of the imperial guards, don't you think? Is it strange?"
Mo Zhi clenched his fists and then let go: "So, the Emperor has been planning all this since two years ago?"
"It's not just two years. It started when the queen faked her death."
"What did you say? Cheating to death?" Mo Zhiqi finally moved.
Zhang Dehai looked down at him with a trace of pity: "Let me tell you a secret, Xiao Yueye is the son of the emperor and the empress."
Unexpectedly, he was leaning against the wall blankly, his eyes dull.
Zhang Dehai sighed and walked out of the cell door. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar face passed by. The man bowed respectfully to Zhang Dehai: "I have seen the general."
Zhang Dehai nodded and looked at him deeply: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Dianjian."
"This is what a lower official should do."
The judge walked slowly to the prison, and then looked at Mo Zhiqi with an expressionless face.
Unexpectedly, he had not yet recovered from the huge secret blow. Looking at the judge, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes and he blurted out: "Old Fu..."
He shut his mouth suddenly because he saw the official uniform on this person.
The person coming is Lao Fu, the housekeeper of the Mo family for more than thirty years.
"Who are you?" Mo Zhiqi suddenly understood.
"Xu Fu, the supervisor of the Supervisory Department, has met the prime minister." Xu Fu saluted, his face was calm, and he didn't look like he was groveling in the Mo family.
The Supervision Department is the darkest part of the imperial court, responsible for a series of dark matters such as inspections and assassinations. Especially in the hearts of hundreds of officials, it is the representative of evil.
The Dian judge is the highest official of the Supervision Department.
"I see, haha, it's really hard work, Mr. Dianjian. You have been an undercover agent in my Mo family for more than thirty years." Mo Zhi had a sarcastic smile on his face.
Xu Fu remained expressionless, as if he was not the one he was talking about.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt blessed and said to his heart: "Xu Fu, my stroke and paralysis were caused by you?"
"Yes, it is Xu Fu's duty. Please forgive me, Prime Minister."
Unpredictable laughed crazily, laughing and crying at the same time, and kept shaking his head.
There was a trace of pity in Xu Fu's eyes. He turned around and threw a dagger to Mo Zhiqi: "Master Prime Minister, for the sake of the relationship between master and servant for thirty years, I will give you a pleasure."
The prison door slammed shut. Mo Zhiqi picked up the dagger and laughed softly.
In the palace, Liu Dexi approached Murong Liuyun and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I don't know that he committed suicide."
"I know." Murong Liuyun said calmly.
At this moment, where is Xiao Yueye
On the outskirts of the city, there was that simple thatched hut, and behind the house, that graveyard covered with weeds.
Ye Shuang knelt in front of the grave holding her child, tears streaming down her face: "Xiaohua, did you see it? Xiaoye avenged you, you can rest in peace."
In front of Xiaohua's grave, there are two bright red hearts. The blood on Xiao Yueye's hands hadn't dried yet, so he sprinkled a glass of water and wine and said: "Xiaohua, these two are the hearts of your murderer. I promised you that I will use the murderer's heart as a memorial to you. But Xiaohua I'm sorry, Murong Gong, who instigated them, is my bloodline after all, so I can't kill him. But don't worry, he will repent in the imperial mausoleum and die in a nightmare for the rest of his life. This is my punishment for him."
The wind blew gently, and the leaves rustled, just like Ouyang Xiaohua's response. (Quanben Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)