After the Huaiqing incident, Mo Xingjiu also lost the mind to go out on patrol, and returned to the palace with the little emperor.

Before stepping into the palace gate, a bewitching "future concubine" leaned up to ask for warmth.

Looking at Mo Xingjiu's unrecognizable strange look, Ji Li silently swallowed the bitterness in her heart, and the beauty threw herself into her arms, but it was a pity that she had more than enough heart and not enough strength.

As a fake female emperor, she said very regrettably that she couldn't bear this blessing.

"I remembered that there were still some folds that had not been approved, Uncle Huang, you helped me to ...... this Well, this girl sent it back. ”

Mo Xingjiu laughed angrily.

When he's like you little bastard, wasting a lot of time all day?

I also sent you a beauty back, I really dare to say it.

Before the beauty could say the words of pity, she was cold by Mo Xingjiu.

It wasn't until Mo Xingjiu followed Ji Li's footsteps and left that she quietly eased up, and let out a sigh of relief, feeling that this could come back to life.

But in his heart, he had a shadow of Mo Xingjiu, the regent, and he didn't dare to appear in front of him easily.

The cold and summer have come, and it has been the fourth year since Ji Li ascended the throne.

The second largest melee broke out in the history of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the royal family killed each other, and the main battle faction and the main peace faction were extremely ugly, completely ignoring the other empires waiting to be divided.

Single-mindedly trying to kill the other party in order to succeed in taking the position.

The old emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty no longer had the original deterrent power.

Since he was defeated in the hands of Da Yin, it has been worse every year, and by the time the war broke out, the whole person had no spirit, and he relied on the decoction to hang his breath.

In such a situation, it is better to expect him to turn the tide than to hope that Proton will return, replicate the legend of the current Emperor Dayin, and end the current internal strife and external disasters in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

It's just that Da Yin has the regent Mo Xingjiu in charge, how could he allow a proton to copy his success casually.

The second prince, He Min, did not have the courage of Mo Xingjiu, let alone the opportunity of Mo Jili, he was trapped in the palace, monitored day and day, beaten by him every night, in just one year, the hatred in his heart has covered the day.

There is nothing else in his eyes but hatred, but he can't fight Mo Xingjiu, except for the yin moves, there is no chance of winning.

Except for launching his secret chess in the Southern Tang Dynasty and stirring up the water in the Southern Tang Dynasty even more, he has no other ability.

On this day, He Min, who had been locked in the palace for a long time, finally got a chance to let go.

In the imperial garden, the young Emperor Dayin gave him a glass of wine in a casual manner, followed by a beautiful woman.

At that moment, He Min's mind could not be described as fearful.

If it was Mo Xingjiu, he could still guess his thoughts, after all, Mo Xingjiu had a strong purpose, everything he did had a basis, and everything he thought had a goal.

Don't bother to pay attention to things that are not beneficial to yourself.

Now in the situation of Nantang, it is better to leave him than to kill him, after all, how much benefit can a good chess piece calculate for himself, Mo Xingjiu knows it in his heart.

But Murgilli is different.

This little idiot has been treated like that since he was a child, it is hard to guarantee that he will not feel wronged in his heart, and suddenly explode and want to drag him to death together!

If he really goes crazy and gives himself a glass of dove wine, then who can guarantee that he will be safe and sound?

Who can tell whether to resist or accept it.

It's just that the latter is absolutely impossible for He Min, and his life can't be given out like this.

Staring at the wine glass in his hand, He Min's eyes flashed with deep struggle.