The emperor was particularly annoyed and said,

"I! Enjoy Mo Jingchen's carriage! There is no need for him to walk by himself! There is no need to live or die!"

Concubine Mo sobbed and said:

"Even if Xiaochen is lucky enough to reach Yazhou, Yazhou is so hot and his body is so weak that he may not live long.

Please, for the sake of your hard work in carrying your heir, please don’t let me be frightened.

Worrying about white-haired people giving birth to black-haired people all day long is not good for dragon fetuses ... "

The emperor still had a stern face and showed his majesty.

"I see that Mo Jingchen's body and bones are in very good shape, so he is definitely not that weak.

Otherwise, King Zhenbei would not take him to the south of the Yangtze River on a long journey.

If you are really worried, I will send a few more imperial doctors to accompany him to his appointment!

Get up and go back to your Guanju Palace!

If you hurt the dragon heir in your belly, I will punish you severely! "

Concubine Mo sobbed, calmed down her emotions, and put back her tears.

When he raised his head again, he had the delicate and stubborn face of a noble lady. She looked directly at the emperor with her languid eyes, and said loudly, word by word:

"In the third year of Hongyun, when the seventeenth prince Xiao Huan was eight years old, he was unfortunately infected with smallpox and was in critical condition.

The prince, who was studying with Mo Ziqi, also deliberately contracted the disease, tried new medicines on his own, and gambled his life to succeed.

In the eighth year of Hongyun, when the seventeenth prince Xiao Huan was thirteen years old, he issued a military order and set out to conquer the desert.

As a result, the enemy's fire burned the army's supplies and was in danger.

The prince read with him. During the period of Mozi, he had farsightedness and gathered grain and grass from thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River in advance.

Climbing on the ice and lying in the snow, escorting him personally, he finally turned the tide.

As for himself, two of his toes were frozen off.

In the thirteenth year of Hongyun, the seventeenth prince Xiao Huan was eighteen years old and was granted the title of King of Chu.

In the same year, he was framed by the prince for embezzling military pay.

The king of Chu was thrown into a prison.

Mo Ziqi stayed up all night looking for evidence to clear the grievances of the King of Chu.

He was assassinated by an assassin, stabbed several times, and all the guards around him died.

In the end, King Chu got out of Tianzi No. 1 cell safely.

During the Mozi period, he stayed in bed to recover from his injuries and could not go to the ground for half a year.

From then on, my body bones completely collapsed, I could no longer bear the cool breeze, and I had to drink pain-relieving soup every day to fall asleep.

Even if Mo Ziqi is such a weak body, after King Chu ascends the throne, he will need the support of the Jiangnan family.

Mo Ziqi still traveled thousands of miles without hesitation to act as a lobbyist for the emperor ...

Xiao Huan, whether as a friend or as a minister, Mo Ziqi has never failed you.

If his only son, Mo Jingchen, was punished by you and died young because of unfounded rumors ...

Xiao Huan, after a hundred years, do you have the nerve to go underground to meet Mo Ziqi? "

After Concubine Mo said these words, her face was already filled with tears ...

After hearing these words, the emperor, a strong-willed middle-aged man, couldn't help but burst into tears ...

Ever since Mo Ziqi's remonstrance, no one dared to mention him in front of me ...

I would only secretly think of him in the dead of night.

I don’t dare to think too much about those past events. Thinking about it makes my heartache ...

The emperor's heart ached, and he suddenly thought:

I have nine princes, and I don’t expect Xiao Ye to carry on the family line.

As for Mo Ziqi, there was only Mo Jingchen, so there could be no more mistakes ...

Otherwise, I will really have no shame to see him a hundred years later. That stubborn donkey of his will never forgive me ...

That's all ...

The emperor finally gave in, but he still wanted to save face:

“My golden words have made my decree, and it cannot be taken back.

However, it is up to Mo Jingchen to decide when he will go to Yazhou to take up his post. "

Concubine Mo stood up from the ground while crying and laughing, and choked with sobs:

"Thank you, Brother Xiao ... "

The emperor waved his hands and said lonely,

"You go back to the palace and leave me alone ... "

"Yes~"

After Concubine Mo left, the emperor finally couldn't control the tears rolling in his eyes and burst into tears.

After crying for a long time, the emperor got up, walked to the bedside, and took out a mahogany box.

It contains the last memorial written by Mo Ziqi to him:

Letter of advice to the king

Just because of it, Zi Qi committed suicide by hitting a pillar ...

The emperor wept while reciting the contents of the letter:

"Light corvee and low tax, recuperate with the people ... "

At that time, the emperor insisted on increasing corvees and taxes in order to build border fortifications and expand the army to resist foreign enemies.

However, Mo Ziqi just disagreed, saying that the people of Tianqi were already suffering a lot, so they had to postpone ...

The two people competed with each other.

Finally, Mo Ziqi stood up to the court and asked for life for the people.

As an emperor, he did not take back the holy mandate, but still increased the corvee and taxes for three years ...

It was not until the fourth year after Mo Ziqi's death that the army was almost fully expanded, and the corvee and taxes were reduced year by year.

The emperor recalled Mo Ziqi's past when he hit the pillar, and he still burst into tears and was filled with sadness.

"Ziqi, how can you force me like this? I am the king ...

Over the years, I have worked hard to be a good emperor.

I have been working hard according to what is written in the book of advice to you.

Be light in corvee and pay little in taxes, recuperate and recuperate with the people, be close to virtuous ministers, be distant from villains, be diligent in government, and love the people ...

I have done it, can you come back ... "

The emperor allowed Mo Jingchen to choose his own time to go to his post, which meant that he could never go to his post in his life.

He also picked up a third-grade official for nothing.

Looking at the past dynasties of Tianqi, Mo Jingchen is unprecedented among those who became a third-rank official before the age of twenty.

Moreover, he still has the gold medal in his hand that can enter the palace to meet the saint at any time.

He occupies the position of a local official, but he can do the things of a capital official.

Inside Guanju Palace.

Xiao Ye changed out of his clothes that were soaked by the autumn rain and wore a eunuch uniform. He was happily eating cakes.

From today on, he looks at Concubine Mo in a new light:

A person who can be a doting concubine has some real abilities. Not to be underestimated.

Xiao Ye was not angry about the rumors either.

"Mother, you don't have to worry about those rumors.

Really powerful characters do things with real swords and guns, rather than relying on rumors and slander. "

Concubine Mo was sitting on the imperial concubine's chair, staring blankly at Xiao Ye, not happy at all.

Looking at Xiao Ye, he was tall and tall, wearing the largest eunuch uniform. He was still much smaller, and he didn't look like a broken sleeve.

It's not like that in the picture album ...

It is said that on the battlefield, King Zhenbei was a master who could fight one against a hundred. He was decisive in killing, resolute and ruthless.

How could such a heroic young man like him be a broken sleeve?

absurd!

Look at his big bear slap, it's so big, it could break Xiaochen's slim waist with just one scratch ...

The picture was so beautiful that Concubine Mo didn’t even dare to think about it.

She quickly shook her head to drive those messy images out of her mind.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

However, it’s useless if you don’t believe it.

The story spread like wildfire, and the emperor believed it.

In this way, Xiao Ye would have no chance of being a reserve.

After all, in all dynasties, no one with a broken sleeve has been able to become a prince.

This is good, it will avoid a lot of trouble in the future ...