Chapter 448: The Prince's Will

"Well, Jianlang will be good to Sister Qingruo, but not like ...... to the mother."

Mu Jianlang's eyes are full of firmness, and the beautiful color of glass is dazzling.

It's just that in the second half of the sentence, I lowered it and lowered it, muttering and muttering, but no one heard it clearly, and my eyes darkened, and no one noticed it.

Mu Jianlang was always reluctant to call Qingruo the queen mother, until the moment he ascended the throne, in front of the civil and military officials, he did not call the queen mother.

No one understands what he thinks in his heart, only when he is a child's heart, but in fact, it is the obsession in his heart, the obsession buried in the bottom of his heart, once it is lost, there is no room for recovery......

With a summons from the chamberlain, Qingruo led everyone to push the door in, and all the palace maids who served were left outside the hall.

Liu Yu was the only one waiting in the hall, and he saluted, his eyes were wet, and he looked at Mu Youchen's cold expression, and he stopped talking.

The sound of summons, footsteps, and words were all groggy and sleeping that did not wake Mu Yunfan.

The inner hall of the glazed hall is like a huge furnace, burning with a raging fire, and the hot body is almost burning.

I took off my cloak, and my face was still sweating, and the sweat was sticky on my body, and my face was light red.

His eyes swept over the hall, and the four corners and the bedside were surrounded by the stove, and the faint waves of fire rushed to his face.

Mu Yunfan was lying on the bed, the corners of the layers of quilts were clearly visible, and Mu Youchen frowned:

"Why are there so many stoves?"

"Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the emperor is sick, and since the beginning of winter, he has been even more cold. ”

Liu Yu's humble response, his eyes were full of gloom, this winter, there is only this winter.

Mu Qianxun sighed, she was afraid of the cold, she could understand Mu Yunfan's state of mind, it was terrible to be like this, it was really unprecedented, it seemed that Mu Yunfan was really dying.

Lifting the curtain and looking at Mu Yunfan's demeanor, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, but he hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and Mu Yunfan would grow old like this.

The cheeks are deeply sunken, the wrinkles are vertical and horizontal, the complexion is yellow, it is really skinny, thin and not human-shaped, I think about it, I haven't eaten for a long time.

Although his lips were still slightly wet, they were still full of cracks, his breathing was heavy and uneven, and in his dreams, his brows were furrowed.

Inky hair, nine times out of ten, dry, without luster, just hanging a breath.

The nose was sour, and what passed in front of her was Mu Yunfan, who was maintained by her everywhere when she first entered the palace, and her voice was low:

"Youchen ......"

Standing beside her, she looked at Mu Youchen's face stiffening a little, and she didn't feel a taste in her heart.

Asking Mu Youchen to say something emotional is even more difficult than ascending to the sky, and his calmness is often the limit of his pathos.

Mu Yunfan's love is his extravagant hope since he was a child, no matter how much he has experienced, that hazy extravagant hope cannot be consumed.

Liu Yu's eyes flashed with tears, and he chattered with relief, and his jaw trembled slightly:

"The emperor often calls the name of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in his dreams...... Now that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has returned, the emperor is asleep, and when he wakes up, he may be so happy. ”

During the time when Mu Yunfan was bedridden, Liu Yu also aged a lot, and glanced at Qingruo with a flickering eye.

In fact, what Mu Yunfan called in his dream was more Nangong Ling's name, he was just afraid that Qingruo would be estranged when he heard it, and smart people would also be confused.

Mu Yunfan's current appearance, how could Qingruo feel emotional, and where would she mind a Nangong Ling or any other concubine, the purpose of her entering the palace was not Mu Yunfan.

From day to night, Mu Yunfan was not completely awake, and when he opened his eyes in a trance, he still couldn't recognize people.

Staying in the Liuli Palace, Mu Qianxun applied a few needles, but he was awake, but it had little effect, Mu Yunfan's illness was a fairy, and he had no skills to return to the sky.

opened his mouth vaguely, staring at Mu Qianxun's belly, old tears were crisscrossed, probably, he was happy, but unfortunately, he couldn't see his grandson.

After taking the medicine and recovering a little bit of energy, he still couldn't sit up, and softly asked Liu Yu to draw up his will, the will of Lichu!

When his body was still tough before, he didn't make up his mind, and after Mu Youchen's personal shirking, he finally gave up.

When he arrived, he understood that his heart was not here, no matter how reluctant he was, it was useless, and it was really funny that he insisted on going his own way.

Before his death, Mu Youchen was still the crown prince of the Xia Kingdom, and when he succeeded to the throne, the candidate would not be Mu Youchen.

Acting like this also saves the advice of the ministers, and his life is difficult to protect at this time, where does he have the strength to deal with those old men.

Time is limited, back and forth, and I stayed for a short time, and this return is only for Mu Yunfan's deathbed wish, and only for the future to be able to leave no regrets.

After all, the April period is approaching, and Han Ying's grain and grass will soon be ready, and it is still unknown whether the leader of Daxi can hold Daxi.

They had to rush to the Daxi tribe in person, fight the imperial city to reach the Xi tribe, and it would take as much as a month, and no matter how reluctant they were, they would eventually leave.

In Jing Yaxuan, Mu Qianya stood in front of the door to greet her, and when she saw Mu Qianxun, she was a little restrained, I don't know if it was because she hadn't seen her for a long time, or because of Mu Qianxun's famous identity.

"Sister!"

Mu Qianxun smiled sweetly and took Mu Qianya's arm, just like the intimacy of the year, in front of Mu Qianya, she will always be like a child who can't grow up.

"You girl, you're all going to be a mother, why are you still making such a fuss. ”

The corners of Mu Qianya's mouth lit up with a smile, nodded Mu Qianxun's eyebrows, looked at her high bulging lower abdomen, and her eyes were full of doting.

Her sister is the person she hurts to the bones, whether she is related by blood or not, she loves her from the bottom of her heart.

In this deep palace, neither the high monarch nor her blood relatives could protect her.

Only Mu Qianxun, no matter what the situation, stayed by her side and helped her save the day.

If there was no Mu Qianxun, how could there be Mu Jianlang, in this deep palace, she was afraid that she would be lonely for the rest of her life.

She never dreamed that she would one day become the supreme in this palace and sit on the throne of the queen mother.

Although she has no intention of being attached to power, she is destined to be unable to escape in this palace, and only in that position can no one dare to frame it in a grand manner.

If she was still that little concubine, not only herself, but even Mu Jianlang would not be bullied.

"Sister, sister, clean up quickly and go back to Mufu with me!

I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I miss my daddy. ”

The excitement on Mu Qianxun's face, the brilliance in his eyes, dimmed a little, pursed his lips, and his eyes were resentful.

After Mu Xi returned to the city, Mu Yunfan ordered someone to rebuild Mu Mansion, and I heard that the construction was the same as the original, but there were more and more idle pavilions.

"Leave so soon, my sister still wants to keep you for a few more days, hey, that's it, my sister will leave the palace with you."

Jian Lang is at the queen's mother's place, and he still has homework to learn, so he won't take him. ”

Mu Qianya touched the back of Mu Qianxun's hand, sighed, and smiled softly.

"Sister...... You blame me for pushing Ken Lang into that position. ”

Looking at Mu Qianya's eyes with a little timidity, after going through so much, Mu Qianya should understand that the height is unbearable.

Sitting in that position, how many open guns and dark arrows do you have to face, it is not as beautiful as it seems on the surface, and there are a few emperors who can spend their lives smoothly.

"Silly boy, how can my sister blame you, Jianlang grew up earlier, can't he also share your worries?

You've done a good enough, don't always blame yourself, take good care of your children, that's what a woman should do, outside things, isn't there still Youchen?"

Mu Qianya's eyes were full of sincerity, Mu Qianxun smiled, but she didn't think much of her words, she never thought that there was anything that a woman couldn't do.

Not to mention that a woman only has the life of a husband and a child, and if she can't find a wishful husband in her life, that person is better than being tortured.

If you can't stand beside him, but hide behind him, what's the point, husband and wife, should support each other and respect each other.

Mu Qianya was raised in the boudoir, and after entering the palace, she was full of palace rules and etiquette, no wonder.

And the bizarre rebirth, who has been in Xingya Pavilion for four years, and now she is wandering around, she no longer believes what her grandmother said.

What piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, what gentle and virtuous, what parents' orders and matchmakers' words, are not the rules she abides by.

In front of the Mu Mansion, the little guy guarding the door was an unfamiliar face, and without being informed, Mu Qianxun went straight to Qingyue Xuan.

It is still the original furnishings, the original foundation, and the length of the road are all the same as the original.

In Qingyue Xuan, he pounced in the air, and then turned back to Mengying Xuan, the plum garden near Mengyingxuan, the branches were piled with snow, with buds waiting to be released, and from afar, a fresh and cold aroma lingered.

Gently pushing open the door of Mengyingxuan, the heat in the house was on the face, warm, and what caught my eye was the scene of Mu Xi bending over to wipe the corners of Zhao Mengru's mouth.

The slender jade hand touched the door frame, Mu Qianxun's eyes couldn't help but get wet, his feet were stiff, and he didn't know how to speak.

Hearing the movement, Mu Xi turned around and saw a group of people, he was also stunned, and he was at a loss and was ready to salute a few people.

Mu Qianxun had no blood relationship with him, he was very worried at that time, if it weren't for Mu Qianya's dissuasion in turn, I am afraid that until Mu Qianxun leaves, he will not give her a good face.

After a long time, the unreasonableness that lingers in my heart will always gradually dissolve, and the guilt and remorse will not linger in my heart all the time.

As people get older and their homes become more and more deserted, they always think of many things from the past, and right and wrong, and emotions become more and more distinct.

When I was a child, the short and thin little girl always liked to pester him, liked to hang her soft body around his neck, and was always more clingy than her brothers and sisters, and she had to be close to him.

Whoever comes out of the belly, abandoned or spoiled, and what kind of situation it will be in the future, this is not something she can decide by herself.

Knowing her life experience, how can she be better, how can the feeling of being a passer-by be close to the bones, how can ordinary women bear it.

This huge Mu Mansion, now, only Zhao Mengru is still with him, and he misses his daughter in a foreign country more and more......