Zhao Jing got the order, stepped down in broken steps, bowed down and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty asked, have you thought about it?" ”

Murong Jin shook his head, "Not yet." ”

"Your Highness," Zhao Jing leaned in and whispered, "Your Majesty was angry just now, you go in now and admit your mistakes, Your Majesty won't worry too much." ”

"I'm not wrong." Murong Jin said stubbornly.

"Your Highness......"

"Father-in-law Lao bothered, and asked my father-in-law to go in and return to Your Majesty."

"Alas......" Zhao Jing sighed and had no choice but to turn back.

Seeing Zhao Jing coming in alone, Emperor Yan hooked the corners of his lips, "Let him think about it more before he thinks about it." ”

It was a cloudy morning, but the clouds overhead were getting thicker and lower. The air gradually became dull, and there was some dampness in the breeze.

It was a little darker, and the drizzle began to fall.

The rain was not heavy, it was hazy and somewhat foggy.

Falling on the body, the clothes are wet but still cold, but it just makes people sober.

After a period of soberness, the whole body is cold, the mind is confused, and the rain slides down the face, making people unable to open their eyes.

Zhao Jing came out with an umbrella and covered it above Murong Jin's head, "Your Highness, just admit your mistake, you can't get along with anyone and can't get along with your body-"

Murong Jin raised his hand to wipe the rain from his eyes, opened his eyes, his lips were white, and he trembled slightly, "It's Your Majesty who can't get along with me." ”

"Ouch," Zhao Jing looked at the hall, fortunately Murong Jin's voice was not loud and the sound of rain was not heard, and Emperor Yan didn't hear it, "Your Highness can't say this." You just listen to the slave's advice, go and admit your mistake, why bother to find guilt for yourself like this. If the queen mother saw it, she would be so distressed......"

Murong Jin smiled bitterly, "Mother, she's out of sight." ”

"......" Zhao Jing didn't know how to persuade him, he was a little person, and his temper was so stubborn that he couldn't pull it back.

Just as he was worried, another chamberlain came out and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty said to let you in." ”

picked up the person with Zhao Jing, Murong Jin's legs were scattered, and he was a little unstable, but fortunately, someone helped him, so he didn't stumble and fall too ugly.

After walking in, he knelt down again, Emperor Yan looked at Murong Jin's embarrassed appearance, and said coldly: "Do you know what's wrong?" ”

Murong Jin said with a little trembling: "Minister...... Conviction of sin. ”

"What did you say?"

"The minister is guilty," Murong Jin said loudly, "The minister is not filial to the father for the son, and the minister is not respectful to the king, it is a great crime, please punish Your Majesty-"

This mouthful of "confession", but every sentence is the word "minister", which makes Zhao Jing tremble in his heart.

Emperor Yan looked at his godless eyes and said indifferently: "What crime do you have, I didn't hear clearly." ”

Murong Jin had no choice but to raise his voice and said: "The minister is not filial to the father for the son, and the minister is not respectful to the king, please punish Your Majesty-"

After these words, the hall fell silent, only the sound of rain outside could be heard, and the people who served were a little careful to breathe.

Emperor Yan put down the pen scroll in his hand and walked down slowly, Murong Jin raised his eyes to look at him.

Emperor Yan seemed to endure and endure, but he didn't hold back, and raised his sleeves and waved towards Murong Jin.

This slap was extremely powerful, the voice was loud, and Murong Jin's whole body was tilted on the cold floor, and half of his face immediately became red and swollen. The ears were buzzing, the teeth were bruising the lining of the mouth, and the mouth was full of blood.

"Go back and reflect on yourself, think about what you did wrong, don't go out of the Floating Moon Palace if you don't think about it - also, the Murong family's family motto is copied ten times a day, when you figure it out, when you don't copy it."

Murong Jin raised his hand and wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with the corner of his sleeve, "Minister, obey the order." ”

Murong Jin walked back to the Floating Moon Palace alone, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no umbrella to support, but he was already soaking wet, and he couldn't get in the way. It's just that it's a little difficult to see the road after all, and my knees hurt a lot.

After stepping into the palace gate of the Floating Moon Palace, the last trace of strong consciousness was also broken, and the whole person fell into the rain.

......

Murong Jin had a high fever until midnight, and he didn't wake up until the next morning.

Nan Xiao, Yun Fang, Ruo Mei, Dong Xian, and Yan Yizhen were all surrounded in front of the collapse, causing Murong Jin to feel a little numb when he opened his eyes.

"Your Highness, you've finally woken up."

Yan Yizhen checked the pulse, and said with a sigh of relief: "Your Highness is not in a big deal now, but the cold disease has returned, and it needs to be recuperated for some more time." ”

Murong Jin felt that his whole body was painful and sore, and he smelled of plaster, and he felt upset when he saw that there were many people, so he drove everyone out, leaving only Nan Xiao to accompany him.

Nan Xiao hung a strip of cloth around his neck and hung his forearm, helping Murong Jin sort out the family motto on the side, and after looking at Murong Jin a few times, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Your Highness, why are your brother and father so bad to you?" ”

Murong Jin didn't expect him to ask like this, and he was stunned and said, "Nan Xiao, our family is different from ordinary people. Our father and son are not only father and son, but also kings and ministers, and brothers are not only brothers, but also enemies. In this way, it doesn't seem to be a home. ”

"Are His Royal Highness's brothers like the eldest prince?"

"No," Murong Jin smiled, "My third brother used to treat me very well, and my fifth brother and I used to be very good, but then he went to other countries, and I also have a sixth sister, who is still young and very cute." In the past, I actually had a seventh brother's ......"

Nan Xiao was puzzled: "But I heard that His Majesty the Emperor only has six children. ”

Murong Jin was a little distracted, "I don't know if it's true, or if it's a dream I had-

I was naughty back then. Once, I got separated from the palace attendants, got lost, and arrived at a desolate courtyard. The courtyard was very dilapidated, with only one woman, a child, and an old grandmother. That woman is Hui Concubine, and that child is my seventh brother. He was only three years old and very clingy. When I saw that he was cute, I used to sneak there and run there.

Hui Concubine did not stop her, because their life was too difficult - Hui Concubine was not in good health, and often could not collapse, only the grandmother would go to find some food, which was finally begged for and given by others. When I go, I bring some snacks or fruits. I was young, and my sleeves weren't very wide, so I didn't have much in my pocket, but it was much better for them.

I thought, I must take them out, I want to let other people know that I have such a lovely royal brother. But Hui Concubine told me that I must not let others know about their existence. I didn't understand it at the time, but I didn't act rashly. Until one day, a man broke in. At that time, I was still feeding my seventh brother white jade sugar cake, and then a person appeared and drew his sword. I could barely see how he came out with the sword, and then they died, all dead, with a sword in their throats. Then I didn't know anything, and everyone told me it was fake. But I know it's true. The blood is hot, and the corpse is cold. Nothing could be truer than that. I was seven years old, and he was a kid who didn't even have a name. ”

Nan Xiao looked at him a little blankly, and then listened to him: "Let's just take it as a dream." ”