The emperor's mood was very complicated, he was hurt, annoyed and angry, and his tears couldn't stop flowing:

Xiao Ye, you privately executed the emperor's brother, you did not take me seriously. Even if Xiao Che deserved death, it was not your turn to take action!

Even if you kill your imperial brother with one sword, I will not be so heartbroken ...

If I let you go this time, I'm afraid these knives will fall on me sooner or later ...

You mobilized the Zhenbei Army with just a military order.

Let half of the soldier talisman in my hand turn into waste.

You turned me into a joke.

I have led the army at the age of thirteen and have been in the army for half my life. How can I be compared to my son? It is really unreasonable!

However, I killed my own son because of fear ... How can I be a good person ...

The more the emperor thought about it, the sadder he became. In the darkness, no one could see him, and he no longer cared about the majesty and dignity of the emperor. He cried profusely.

He kept wiping his tears with his sleeves, feeling very sad.

The emperor recalled that when he was young, he was often teased by Mo Ziqi because he loved to cry:

"Xiao Huan, can you be successful?

If you bite your tongue while eating, you will cry.

Even if I can’t finish my homework, I still cry.

Falling from a tree, even if the skin is not scratched, I still cry.

You beat someone up, but before they cry, you cry first.

You said you won the battle, why are you crying?

You little crybaby, hahaha, I feel ashamed to be your reading companion.

If you cry again, I won’t be your companion ... "

Little Xiao Huan burst into tears and felt aggrieved.

"Then who are you going to do as a reading companion?"

Xiao Mo Ziqi had a naughty smile on his face,

"Whoever doesn't like to cry, I will read to him~"

As a result, Xiao Huan not only failed to be coaxed, but cried even louder.

The helplessness of a tear-incontinent constitution ...

Because among all the princes of the late emperor, Xiao Huan was the only one who was a little crybaby.

He was once recognized as the most useless of all princes ...

I never thought that a person's appearance should not be judged, but when he grew up, he would be the best among all the princes in bowing, horse riding, shooting, and the fiercest in fighting.

And with the help of Mo Ziqi, who is as clever as a demon, he is even more powerful. Soon, the seventeenth prince Xiao Huan fought his way out of the nineteen princes, defeated his royal brothers, and finally ascended to the throne ...

At this moment, the emperor missed Mo Ziqi very much and cried hoarsely,

"Ziqi, if you were still here, it would be great if you could give me some advice on what I should do ...

Why did you just abandon me and leave me alone? What should I do?

Being an emperor is too difficult. It’s also difficult to be a father. I have too many children and worry too much ... "

The emperor recalled that when he was young, what he was most proud of was that he gave birth to nine sons at a young age.

The dragon gives birth to nine sons, each of whom is different.

Among them, there can always be one who can inherit the country that he has worked so hard to build.

However, now, the eldest son died suddenly, and he gave birth to a man with white hair and a man with black hair.

Lao Jiu didn't know whether he could keep it or not.

The third and fourth children are very stupid. They are vulnerable in the struggle for the right to inherit the throne, and I don’t want to use them again in this life.

The remaining five are all married and established, but they dare not show their intention to compete for the heir apparent. They are all cowards.

The emperor was filled with sadness when he thought of this, and started crying to himself again.

"As princes, I am not afraid that you will fight, but I am afraid that you will not fight. If a prince has no ambition, then what kind of king can he be?

I am first a king, then a father.

But I am afraid that you will fight too fiercely.

The fight between brothers should be stopped at a certain point, without causing loss of life ...

Being an emperor is so difficult ...

Ziqi, please give me a dream and tell me what to do ... "

The emperor thought about how he had been a general since he was young and had lived a heroic life. If his future successor was one of those five cowards, he would be unwilling ...

I want to keep Xiao Ye, but I don’t feel safe.

It's so contradictory ...

As the emperor cried, he thought of his youngest son:

Little Huaijin, who has the blood of both me and the Mohist school, will definitely be a good child who is both talented in literature and martial arts and loyal and brave.

But, he is still so young, when will he grow up ...

Moreover, Qingwu doesn't like her children. If she becomes the Queen Mother in the future, those children may not die in peace for various reasons ...

The more the emperor thought about it, the more worried and sad he became, and his eyes were red and swollen from crying ...

Before I knew it, it was already five o'clock in the morning and it was time to go to court.

Eunuch Su came to help the emperor wash and change clothes.

Looking at the tearful and lonely emperor, Eunuch Su swallowed back the words on his lips.

The sky had just turned white, and the emperor walked out of the Qinzheng Palace.

Under the dim sky, a lone person was kneeling in the empty courtyard.

Dressed in white, deserted.

The cold morning breeze blew, ruffling his hair and lifting his clothes, making them stick to his body, seeming to be devastating.

His thin and frail body looked miserable.

This person is Mo Jingchen.

He held the golden medal of immunity from death in both hands. When he saw the emperor coming out, he raised the medal high above his head and presented it to the emperor.

His face was pale and his lips were bloodless.

She didn't speak, nor did she cry. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and she exuded a sense of fragility that seemed like it would break at the slightest touch.

I felt pity for her and was immediately filled with a desire to protect her.

The emperor only took one look and felt a sharp pain in his heart:

I don't know if he was like this when he was set up by the prince and imprisoned in the No. 1 prison. When his life was hanging by a thread, Mo Ziqi knelt at the door of the Qinzheng Palace and begged his father for mercy ...

Eunuch Su observed the emperor's expression and saw that he had stopped. He finally dared to speak and whispered something for Mo Jingchen:

Your Majesty, Lord Mo, you have been kneeling here all night.

The emperor's nose was sore:

Could this be the answer Ziqi gave me ?

The emperor suddenly remembered that when he walked out of the No. 1 prison, he asked Mo Ziqi:

If my father doesn't agree to you coming to see me, we won't be able to talk and you won't be able to clear my name, what should I do?

Mo Ziqi answered him confidently:

I will kneel and die at the gate of Qinzheng Palace! In the next life, I will still assist you, and we will start all over again!

The morning breeze was cool, and the emperor's heart was hurt:

Mo Jingchen, with his small body, could actually kneel here for a whole night.

This stubborn little donkey, I'm afraid he also wants to kneel down and die here, right?

Since he is Ziqi's son, his thoughts must be like his father's.

Forget it, I am the emperor, can I still be afraid of a prince? There is no word "fear" in my dictionary, Xiao Huan! We can't let Mo Ziqi's spirit in heaven look down upon me!

The emperor thought of this, walked over, picked up the death-free gold medal in his hand, and touched Mo Jingchen's hand, which was as cold as ice.

The emperor had a fatherly look on his face and said with concern,

"The spring breeze is cool, don't catch a cold and go back home."

The emperor accepted the gold medal for immunity from death, which meant that Xiao Ye could survive because he accepted his responsibility.