"Then the next generation knows that you are the adoptive parents of the real prince, how can they spare you?"

"At that time, not only the prince was the thorn in the side of the successor, but you would also become the thorn in the flesh of the successor, so you were not only in danger, but also the weakness of the real prince to be taken care of by the successor. ”

After hearing this, Nangong Jue couldn't help but glance at Old Madam Mo more.

I didn't expect this grandmother, who didn't care about outside affairs, to have such a strong ability to perceive and observe.

Mo Xin finally drank the milk and said, "It's full." ”

Nangong Jue hurriedly wiped her sister's mouth, then looked at her father and said, "So, my father is quite unlucky." ”

"Hey, you stinky boy looking for a cigarette, aren't you? ”

Mo Xin covered her mouth and snickered, then hurriedly hugged her brother and said, "Big brother is fine, Dad is not allowed to beat my brother." ”

Then Nangong Jue took her baby sister into her arms and opened the fairy tale to read to her sister.

Over there, Mrs. Mo saw that the prince was quite fond of her precious granddaughter, and she didn't say anything more about the broom star.

only said: "This matter has to be hidden, and too many people can't know about it." ”

Mo Qingshi said: "Mom, don't worry, these big boys have already said that it was an accident last night." ”

"To avoid this kind of accident, leave quickly after getting the household registration, and wait for the eldest grandson to settle everything here and we will come back." ”

Nangong Jue looked up at Old Madam Xiang Mo: "Grandma said yes." ”

Mrs. Mo looked at Nangong Jue again, and then she felt that this eldest grandson was a little more pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the eldest grandson turned out to be the crown prince, and she still felt lucky......

A few days later, Mo Xin was successfully discharged from the hospital.

The National Assembly was reconvened, this time the Emperor attended the National Assembly, and handed over all the government and military affairs in his hands to the Crown Prince.

At that time, all the followers stood up against it, but it was useless to oppose it.

The emperor handed over his rights, and half of the officials voted for it, so the matter was settled.

The prime minister's office also found out the person who poisoned him, but unfortunately a body was found, and the clues were broken again.

In Yunguang Temple, Mrs. Mo closed her eyes and prayed sincerely.

Wen Yuxiang and Mo Qingshi knelt under the fluttering group and listened to the monks chanting the scriptures.

Mo Xin was uneasy in her heart at the moment, afraid that the Light Sense Master would see something.

Time passed little by little, and finally waited for a little monk.

"Amitabha. ”

Old Madam Mo immediately opened her eyes and asked, "Little Master, Master Guangjue, is it agreeable to us?"

The little master looked at Mrs. Mo and said, "Old donor, the master said that there is no need to recite the Buddha if you have distracting thoughts in your heart, and there is a definite number of cause and effect in the world. ”

Old Madam Mo didn't quite understand, she just wanted Master Guangjue to give her guidance now.

The little master looked at Mo Qingshi again and said, "This benefactor, you and your wife are the life of great fortune and wealth, and you don't need to break it." ”

Old Madam Mo was happy when she heard this, she came here to solve her son's bad luck.

It seems that the little master said that the cycle of cause and effect has a certain number, and the son's bad luck has been completed, and the road ahead is a good road.

Old Madam Mo hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, little master, let's go down the mountain." ”

Mo Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, as long as she didn't see the Master of Light Jue.

Who knows, before they left, the little master spoke.

"The little donor, please stay, and the master asks the little donor to go and see him. ”

Old Madam Mo was slightly stunned: "What? Did you see my granddaughter alone?"

The little monk nodded: "Little donor, please move." ”

Mo Xin, hasn't you met the Master of Light before you smell the smell of your own crossing?