Two more days passed.

Mo Wenqing and Mo Wenqi went to King Huan's Mansion to offer condolences.

Both brothers were in a very bad mood.

Although Mo Ziting is a little older than them, he is their little uncle, but because they are close in age, they are still good in terms of feelings.

Suddenly hearing the news of Mo Ziting's assassination, Mo Wenqing couldn't believe it at all.

He also knew the power in the hands of this ruthless little imperial uncle, so why did he go all at once.

It was so sudden.

Although the Huan Wangfu has always remained neutral and has not obviously expressed which prince he wants to support, in comparison, his relationship with the Huan Wangfu is still good, much stronger than the eldest prince.

In his opinion, Huan Wangfu will also be his strong support for competing for that position in the future, how can it be all of a sudden!

He would rather believe that this was a trick set up by King Huan's Mansion and his father, but the performance of King Huan's uncle did not look like a fraud at all.

Mo Wenqing also considered sending spies to investigate, but at this juncture, King Huan and his father were immersed in the grief and anger of the death of the little emperor's uncle, and there were also masters inside and outside the Huan Palace, there were people in the Huan Palace, and there were people sent by the father, if the spies he sent were caught, it would be impossible to explain the misunderstanding, and Mo Wenqing had to give up.

called the third brother Mo Wenqi and went to King Huan's Mansion to mourn.

Riding a horse to the gate of King Huan's mansion, the eyes are white.

Mo Wenqi was already very depressed because of Biyan's parents, and now he heard the bad news of the death of the affectionate little imperial uncle, and his mood was even worse.

Both were dressed in plain clothes. All the ornaments are also simple.

was led in by Li Fu, the steward of the palace.

In the past few days, King Huan has not appeared in front of people much, and it is said that he is too sad. Fell ill.

The huge palace, all in and out of the white, the two quietly followed behind Li Fu, bypassed the pavilions and pavilions, and came to the mourning hall that was erected.

The pitch-black coffin is placed in the center of the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, several maids and servants were crying in low voices. They are all serving in Mo Ziting's courtyard.

King Huan has only one brother, and that is the first emperor Mo Fengchen. Mo Ziting is an only son again.

King Huan has no concubines, let alone Mo Ziting.

Both husband and wife fell ill and had no owner. The mourning hall was a little deserted.

The two of them saluted according to the rules.

Mo Wenqi looked at the coffin standing in the mourning hall, and his throat was a little uncomfortable, except for the second emperor brother, it was the little emperor uncle who treated him best.

Although Uncle Xiao Huang is always cold on the surface. But in his heart, he was really good to him. It's just that I'm not good at expressing it.

He still remembers when he was a child, when his mother had just died. He had not yet been sent to Concubine Sun to be raised, and was neglected by the palace people in the palace, but it was Uncle Xiaohuang who appeared in time and reprimanded those restless palace people, and then within a few days, he was sent to the palace of Concubine Grandma.

Originally, it wasn't so fast, but he only vaguely found out later, all because of Uncle Xiaohuang.

Although Uncle Xiao Huang always has a cold face. He still follows Uncle Xiaohuang all the time.

How to do it now!

Mo Wenqi's eyes turned red, this was another person who cared about him after the mother concubine left.

"Third brother. Don't be too upset. Although Mo Wenqing was also very sad, he was not as strong as Mo Wenqi, so he could only persuade in a low voice.

After speaking, he looked at Li Fu on the side and asked, "Uncle is okay, does it matter?" ”

Li Fu sighed and said: "The prince has just been overly sad in recent days, and there is nothing wrong with his body, and the imperial doctor has also prescribed a prescription for recuperation, so don't worry about the second highness." ”

Mo Wenqing thought about it, but he was still not at ease, his uncle was sick, as a junior, it was better to go and have a look, and it would be comforting.

"Third brother, let's take a look at my uncle."

Mo Wenqi nodded silently.

Li Fu naturally didn't dare to refuse, and hurriedly led the way.

King Huan's illness in the past two days is naturally pretended.

On the one hand, I am tired enough to act every day, and on the other hand, it is to avoid the mother and daughter of the Sun family.

At this moment, he was lying leisurely on the couch, flipping through a miscellaneous book, and the hidden guard suddenly appeared in the room.

"Lord, the second prince and the third prince have come down."

"Ah, where are you?" King Huan hurriedly pressed the book under the pillow, pulled open the quilt and lay in.

"It's coming soon." The Dark Guard replied.

King Huan hurriedly brewed for a while, pretending to be sad and painful.

The Dark Guard vanished.

Mo Wenqing and Mo Wenqi came over, and as soon as they entered the house, they found that the room was very quiet, except for the uncle who was lying on the couch, there was no one who served.

Mo Wenqing's eyebrows furrowed.

The two masters of this Huan Wangfu fell ill, one of the masters died, and the rules became like this, the uncle was sick, and there was no one around him.

Thinking about it, he looked at the housekeeper Li Fu sternly.

Mo Wenqing is not angry, he is the gentle and elegant His Royal Highness King Qing, if he is angry, the power accumulated over the years is not something that ordinary people can bear.

The sweat on Li Fu's forehead immediately fell.

He didn't know how to provoke His Royal Highness the Second Prince.

Mo Wenqi looked at the imperial brother's ugly expression, and then looked at the situation in the room, and immediately reacted to why.

also reprimanded a little angrily: "Uncle is sick, why is there not even a person around to serve, how are the people in your palace on errands, and how do you do it as a housekeeper." ”

After saying this, Li Fu quickly knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness is angry, yes, it was the prince who wanted to be quieter alone, so he sent everyone out."

Hearing this, the faces of the two princes looked a little better.

Mo Wenqing said: "Although the master's order cannot be disobeyed, but my uncle is sick, no matter what, I must leave someone around to guard him." ”

"Yes, the slave knows." Li Fu hurriedly kowtowed and replied.

"It's you who came, don't blame him, come here." King Huan was also a little embarrassed when he heard the housekeeper Li Fu being reprimanded, so he quickly interrupted.

It's just that the sound still seems so weak.

"Uncle." Mo Wenqing didn't care about teaching Li Fu a lesson now, and hurriedly walked to the bed.

Mo Wenqi followed.

King Huan was lying on the couch, looking at the two juniors who were worried about him, with a weak smile on his face.

"Sit down, don't stand."

Don't look at King Huan's performance at the moment, in fact, there is still a little nervousness in my heart.

The three princes are a little foolish, these two princes are not ordinary people, what should they do if they are seen.

It's just that when he thought about it like this, his expression froze slightly.

"Uncle, mourning." When Mo Wenqi came to his lips, he still only said four words.

King Huan nodded with a heavy expression.

Mo Wenqing's eyes suddenly saw a book corner exposed under King Huan's pillow, and his expression changed slightly.

The little emperor uncle has passed away, and the uncle is still in the mood to read? Looking at my uncle's expression carefully, although he looked very sad, he always felt a little unnatural.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. (To be continued......)