Xiao Ye heard the inner voice, his peach blossom eyes were full of resentment:

I knew you wouldn't listen to me, but luckily, I was prepared.

There was a smug smile on his face, and his voice was crisp and clear.

"Mo Jingchen, if you're really bored, go to my villa outside the city and soak in the warm springs.

I went into the palace yesterday and told Concubine Mo that you have been shivering with cold at night recently, unable to sleep, and coughing up blood again.

She will definitely supervise you to go, are you happy? "

Mo Jingchen's deep phoenix eyes moved slightly:

[Knowing that I was pretending to cough up blood, and still talking nonsense to my little aunt, it will really cause trouble for me]

[Wuji Sect and Beauty Sect are so busy, where do I have time to go to the hot springs?]

[Oh, okay, Xiaosi also has good intentions, he is afraid that my uncle and aunt in the house will make things difficult for me]

So, Mo Jingchen cupped his fists and his voice was as cold and boring as his appearance.

"Thank you for your concern, His Highness Ninth. It's getting late. I wish you a safe journey."

"Okay, I'm leaving. Mo Jingchen, take care!"

With questions about [Beauty Sect] and [Wuji Sect], Xiao Ye set out on the road, whipping up his horse and whip.

When he arrived at the garrison, he wrote a secret letter to Fang Zhengyi, who was staying in the capital, and asked him to investigate secretly.

You must find out what kind of organization the Beauty Sect and Wuji Sect are before he comes back!

When Mo Jingchen came back from outside the city, he went straight to Qingyinfang without returning home.

Qingyinfang is a famous musical instrument making workshop in Beijing. It also has actors providing performances for guests. It can be regarded as a semi-romantic place.

It is also one of the institutions under Beauty Gate!

When the owner of Qingyinfang, Miss Bai Ling'er saw Mo Jingchen, she greeted him from a distance.

"Sir, your custom-made musical instrument is ready. Please come in."

Arriving at the inner room, Bai Ling'er saluted Mo Jingchen again, called the master, and began to report on the recent situation in the various houses.

When Bai Ling'er mentioned that Shen Wanwan, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, climbed over the wall and left the house in the middle of the night to admire the moon with the eldest prince, Mo Jingchen waved her hand to stop her.

His phoenix eyes flashed with slight surprise, and his thin lips opened slightly,

"Something's wrong. As the direct daughter of the Prime Minister, how could Shen Wanwan have a private meeting over the wall during her father's funeral?"

Bai Linger nodded in agreement,

"Shen Wanwan has indeed become successful recently.

In the past, in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she was always bullied by her concubine and aunt.

Now, she can slap him back.

The Prime Minister's wife is overwhelmed with grief and unable to deal with matters in the inner house. Now, it is all up to her to support her.

However, now that the eldest prince is supporting her, she will always have more confidence, which is not surprising. "

Mo Jingchen held his forehead and thought:

So, even if he loses his father as prime minister, the eldest prince will still accept Shen Wanwan as his concubine in the future?

It seems that this woman has something ...

After reporting for a long time, Bai Ling'er took out a newly made lyre and asked the door owner to take a look.

Mo Jingchen raised his hand to test the sound and expressed satisfaction. Bai Ling'er wrapped the piano in red silk and sent him out.

The next day, the lyre was delivered to Concubine Mo's Guanju Palace.

Mo Jingchen also sent a letter saying that he would take Imperial Physician Sun to the Ninth Prince's hospital for recuperation, hoping that his aunt would rest assured.

The emperor stayed at Guanju Palace in Concubine Mo's Palace every day. Only with the melodious sound of the piano as his companion could he have a peaceful sleep.

It's an eventful winter and I'm very sad.

There is a war going on in Northern Xinjiang, and marriage envoys have been sent from the Western Regions.

It is false to ask for a princess to marry and make peace forever, but it is true to ask for a generous dowry.

It would be fine if he sacrificed a princess and some money to buy a few years of peace in the Western Region. However, the past two years have been bad, the war in northern Xinjiang has been tense, and the treasury has been empty.

I am barely making ends meet, and the harem's New Year's money this year has been shrinking again and again, and all the money saved has been used as military expenses.

The treasury cannot afford the generous dowry the Western Regions want! The Western Region is afraid that war will start sooner or later.

When the time comes, when the two fronts start a war, how can we afford it ...

When encountering troubles, the emperor couldn't help but think of Mo Ziqi:

In the past, when Ziqi encountered difficult problems, he always liked to think while playing the lyre.

He is extremely smart, quick-thinking and can always think of a solution.

Ziqi, what should I do?

If you were still alive, what would you do for me?

The emperor frowned, closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly spoke,

"Qingwu, tomorrow, you will leave the palace and go to Sanqing Temple to worship and pray for the country.

By the way, I would like to offer an ever-burning lamp to your second brother.

You tell him that I miss him and ask him to give me a dream. "

Concubine Mo's hand on the piano paused for a moment, and she tried hard to swallow the sadness in her heart before she responded:

"yes."

The emperor seems to be affectionate, but he is the most unkind and unjust person in the world.

He will only think of you when you need it. The only thing he loves in his heart is himself.

The second brother has been planning for him all his life. After death, he can finally be himself, but he still doesn't want him to live in peace!

It is the queen's duty as the mother of the country to burn incense and pray for the country.

This time, the emperor named Concubine Mo to go, and the queen was so angry that she threw a tea cup in Kunning Palace.

A bad breath filled his heart and he fell ill.

Three Pure Views.

Concubine Mo did not tell her second brother what the emperor had told her. She just told him that she would take good care of Xiao Chen and support the Mo family.

After praying for the country, Concubine Mo also drew a fortune for herself to ask about her offspring.

In the past, Concubine Mo felt that she had given her true love to the wrong person in this life and accepted her fate. However, she did not want her children to share the same father with others from the bottom of her heart. This was her last stubbornness.

In the past, she had been childless, and she felt that God had mercy on her and heard her prayers.

But now, she needs an heir to consolidate her position and contribute to the revival of Mohism.

The old Taoist priest looked at the bad fortune that Concubine Mo handed him and burned it on the candle.

"The Imperial Concubine is destined to have no children, but there is a solution.

As long as you adopt a person who has siblings and a strong destiny, and borrow the sibling bond, everything can be resolved. "

Concubine Mo smiled bitterly:

Although the emperor has many children, there have been no newborn princes or princesses in the harem in recent years. Where can he find someone with a strong enough luck to adopt them?

On the way back to the palace, Concubine Mo kept feeling depressed. She only ate half of the pastry box in the car and lost her appetite.

Yixin used her not-so-smart mind to think about what kind of jealousy and plotting this time out of the palace would arouse in the harem, and how she should prevent it.

As soon as I started thinking, I felt hungry, so I could only stuff another piece of donkey-hide gelatin and red date cake into my mouth.

The carriage jolted violently, and Concubine Mo almost choked ...

"There's an assassin!"

"Escort!"

"Protect the imperial concubine!"

assassin?

Someone took action against me so soon?

Concubine Mo held the food box and squatted as low as possible in the carriage.

A sharp arrow passed through her tall bun and was inserted into the wall of the carriage.

"ah!"

Concubine Mo screamed in fright, realizing that her current posture was not good enough, so she had to give up the food box and lay on the ground, feeling terrified ...