Cuiguo sent the imperial doctors out of Guanju Palace and rewarded them with money.

Mo Qingwu's big ear scraper fell on Mo Jingchen's snow-white cheek and roared,

"Mo Jingchen, are you still a human?

Yiyi is only more than two months old, how could you kill him? !

You are so poisonous! "

Mo Jingchen looked indifferent and spoke coldly,

"Please, little aunt, take out the gold medal to avoid death and save King Zhenbei.

King Zhenbei is destined to have a brotherhood, and as long as he is fine, your Highness, he will be fine. "

Mo Qingwu felt distressed, angry and unwilling. He shed tears and asked in a trembling voice,

"What if I don't save him?"

Mo Jingchen's deep phoenix eyes raised and looked at Mo Qingwu's tearful eyes. There was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, but his tone was word by word, extremely firm, and he said,

"I will give it to Your Highness and bury it with you."

The meaning expressed by Mo Jingchen is very clear:

If you don't save Xiao Ye, your son will die of poison, and I will bury your son with him.

"Ha~"

Mo Qingwu smiled while shedding tears. She looked sad and could not speak, and said sarcastically,

"Mo Jingchen, are you going to be buried with Yiyi? Or are you going to die for the King of Zhenbei?

Sure enough, two kinds of people cannot sleep under the same bed!

One of you is cruel and the other is poisonous, both of you are not good things!

You guys make me sick! Disgusting as never before! Damn it! "

Mo Jingchen's eyes were condensed,

"I can say whatever my little aunt says, but please, little aunt, don't slander King Qingyu of Zhenbei.

The fact that others are in Tianlao has nothing to do with this matter. It was all my idea. "

Mo Qingwu wiped the tears from his eyes and sneered,

"Haha, little aunt?

Mr. Mo, please follow the rules and call me Imperial Concubine!

We in the Mo family don’t have such disgusting things like you! "

Mo Jingchen knocked his head to the ground, his tone was soft but aggressive,

“I beg you, the Imperial Concubine, to take out the gold medal for immunity from death and save King Zhenbei.

Your Highness is young, so if you keep burning like this, you may not be able to wait until dawn. "

At this moment, Mo Jingchen was very nervous. He was betting on his aunt's love for her son:

The medicine he gave Xiao Huaijin was very toxic. It seemed dangerous now, but by daybreak, it would automatically detoxify and reduce the fever.

That's why he deliberately said harsh words to anger and force his little aunt.

When Mo Qingwu heard this, the veins in his neck jumped, and he kicked Mo Jingchen hard, knocking him to the ground, and shouted at the top of his lungs,

"You evil-hearted bastard!

The face is like Guanyin, the heart is like a poisonous scorpion!

You are a big devil who is good at disguising!

You've been kicked off the family tree!

From now on, your surname should not be Mo, your surname should be Poison! "

Mo Qingwu looked away. She didn't want to look at this vicious person who was not recognized by her relatives.

One look at his hypocritical face made her feel dirty.

"Cui Guo!"

Cuiguo sent over his death-free gold medal. The anger in his eyes was also uncontrollable. He almost gritted his teeth and said,

"Excuse me, Sir Mo, to diagnose your highness."

Mo Jingchen took the death-free gold medal, put it in his arms, stood up, and came to the inner hall.

He took out a silver needle and pricked Xiao Huaijin's fingertips to bleed and remove the heat. In this way, the fever will go down faster.

Concubine Mo looked at the drops of black blood flowing out from the pads of her son's tiny fingers, and her heart ached to pieces.

After Mo Jingchen finished bleeding, he took out a packet of medicine from Yun's sleeve and handed it to Cui Guo.

"Take it with water and you will be well by tomorrow morning."

It is said to be medicine, but in fact, it is just fried flour and oiled tea noodles with a little brown sugar added.

It was wrapped in paper that had been used to wrap herbs, so when you took it out, you could smell a strong herbal smell.

It's pure bluffing.

However, Mo Jingchen's cold and serious expression made everyone believe that this was a strong medicine!

Cui Guo took the medicine and didn't show any good looks to Mo Jingchen. Instead, she said in a very polite tone,

"Thank you, Master Mo."

Mo Jingchen stood up and left.

Mo Qingwu said hysterically towards his back:

“The death-free gold medal is useless!

The person Xiao Huan loves most is himself!

You can't save your little lover, go to hell! "

Mo Jingchen turned around suddenly, his deep phoenix eyes flashed with a cold murderous aura, his tone was stern and sinister,

“Please always remember, Royal Concubine, that the Prince of Zhenbei is your eldest son.

You will suffer both losses and prosperity.

The imperial concubine can slander and curse me as much as she wants, but you cannot speak ill of your eldest son.

Your eldest son and your youngest son share the same fate. If something happens to your eldest son, your youngest son will definitely be in danger.

Remember. "

For the first time, Mo Qingwu saw murderous intent burst out in Mo Jingchen's eyes.

The cold and sharp eyes sent chills down her spine and numbness on her scalp.

For a moment, I was stunned in place, not daring to curse anymore ...

Mo Jingchen turned around and left again, his back lonely.

He knew that if he did this, his little aunt would never forgive him again.

Once I leave, I will never be able to enter Guanju Palace again:

I'm really sorry, little aunt, for scaring you ...

However, I have no other choice.

I can offend the whole world, but, little fool, I can never die.

I can't let you take action against him anymore ...

With a heavy heart and a gold medal for immunity from death, Mo Jingchen left Guanju Palace and headed to Qinzheng Palace.

He didn't cry, make a fuss or speak. He knelt silently at the door of Qinzheng Hall and waited for dawn and the emperor to come out.

In the Qinzheng Hall at that time.

The emperor retreated and sat alone in the darkness, weeping.

Although there are thousands of ways to be sad, silence is the saddest.

The emperor silently recalled the joy of becoming a father when he was young.

At that time, the eldest son of the royal family was born, and the late emperor was also very happy. He won a lot of help for himself.

As soon as he saw little Xiao Che, he felt happy. Among the princes, he was the one hugged the most.

However, he suffered a lot from Qingwu's run and Ziqi's glare ...

If I had known that he would grow up to be such a patricide and usurp the throne, I would have strangled him to death!

And Xiao Ye, although he didn't care much about him since childhood, he himself was very promising.

I thought he was the son most like me and I had high hopes for him.

But I never thought that he was actually a cruel and inhuman thing!

The prince will use all possible means to seize the legitimate son. I myself am the winner from the nineteen sons to seize the legitimate son.

It's not like I haven't done this before, assassinating my brother and taking his life.

However, stabbing his brother more than a hundred times with his own hands, and the knife was not fatal, is too cruel, and ordinary people cannot do it.

What was he thinking when he took action?

Even if there is a trace of humanity left, every knife will not perfectly avoid the vital point.

It's so chillingly calm and cruel that it makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Your eldest brother is just spreading rumors about you, so you have to deal with him in such an inhumane way.

It would be great if you captured your imperial brother alive and brought him to me ...