The familiar palace path can no longer hear the talking, laughing, singing, and swallowing, Wen Mozheng feels that he is approaching the abyss of dead silence every time he takes a step, and looks up at the hanging plaque of the destination not far away, and his heart is not a taste.

Yue Qing Zhai, the forbidden place of the harem, a shameful scar in the history of the Yuan Kingdom.

Extrapolating seven generations forward, the then Emperor Longde of the Yuan Emperor was absurd and unreasonable, and spent millions of silver taels to build this Yue Qing Zhai, day and night to gather concubines, palace maids and even prostitutes outside the palace to have fun here, the wine pond meat forest, extravagant and erosive, is the most scolded emperor in the history of the Yuan Emperor.

After the death of Emperor Longde, the new emperor who made great efforts to govern the country did not dismantle the blockade of Yueqingzhai, intending to use this place as a wake-up call to warn future generations not to follow the example of Emperor Longde and ignore national affairs. It's a pity that in this generation, Yue Qing Zhai was used again, and what is even more absurd is that it is not the emperor of the Yuan Kingdom who uses this place, but a foreigner who is an important minister, Lian Song.

Wen Jingyuan favors Concubine Yun alone, so there are not many concubines in the harem, and they are even rarer after a purge. Nearly half of the remaining less than forty people were ruined by Lian Song, and then they either washed their faces with tears all day long like Concubine Juan, went crazy, or saw the wind and made the rudder become the pillow man of the left prime minister who leaned towards the government and the opposition, and tried his best to seek a way to survive, and there were also a few three or five strong women who chose to commit suicide when they couldn't bear the dirty encounter.

Wen Mozheng hated himself for doing nothing in such a situation, but he had no choice - he knew very well how he came to be the crown prince, and he understood that it was easy for Lian Song to get rid of him.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid of the afterlife.

Although Tang Jinyi never said it, Wen Mozheng was still sensitive to the fact that Lian Song's eyes when he came into contact with Tang Song were different from others, not greedy and covetous, but an appreciative gaze that wanted to be his own, which was a rather dangerous signal.

Therefore, he wants to live and protect his beloved wife.

"The prince, please, the emperor has been waiting for a long time."

Father-in-law Zhao opened the door and bowed to the side, feeling disgusted when he heard his thin voice. Wen Mozheng took a deep breath, tried to control his expression, clenched his fists in his sleeves, and stepped into the threshold of the gate.

A few coquettish laughter broke into his ears, hypocritical and contrived, full of flattery and flattery, which made Wen Mozheng frown.

"The prince is here, you should also be restrained and restrained, and you must not be presumptuous." In the house, Lian Song was half-lying on the soft couch, her hair as white as snow was slightly messy, and there were two untidy concubines lying on her chest. Seeing Wen Mozheng walk in, Lian Song waved his hand and got up slightly, and put his jasper wrench finger on his lips and kissed it lightly: "I haven't seen you for many days, the prince's face is much better, it seems that the princess is really a good medicine." ”

Hearing Lian Song mention Tang Jinyi, Wen Mozheng felt nervous for a while, and barely maintained his composure on his face: "Maybe I was too tired in the previous period, and I feel a lot better after a little rest in the past few days." Jinyi is too weak to move around, so she won't go to greet Concubine Yun recently, and I hope Concubine Yun will understand. ”

Lan Zhirong and Lian Song are not stupid, and they have already seen that Wen Mozheng has stopped eating poppy powder, but this matter was carried out in secret, and it is inconvenient to continue to ask. Sideways picked up a cup of ginseng tea and sniffed, Lian Song's long eyes flew obliquely: "How is the little prince lately?" According to the laws of the Great Abyss, if the eldest son of the crown prince is about to be crowned king in 100 days, he should be sent to the emperor before that. ”

"Lin'er...... Lin'er caught the wind cold when he bathed, and he could only take care of him in the warm house for these two days, and I would take him to see his father after the wind and cold passed. ”

Wen Mozheng is a person who can't lie, and his flickering words look like a child in Lian Song's eyes. With a cold smile, Lian Song put down the teacup heavily: "On the day the little prince was born, the prince forbade the nurse I sent to take care of the princess on the grounds that the princess was reluctant to have children; Ten days later, I sent someone to ask again, and the prince said that the little prince had jaundice and was not suitable to see the wind, and still refused to hand over the little prince to me; Now that January has passed, does the prince continue to make excuses? Why don't you tell me directly, when Jun Wunian sneaked into the palace that night to fight with Gushui, someone had already taken the little prince away? ”

After all, paper can't contain the fire, Wen Mozheng was ready to be recognized, but when this moment came, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He was afraid of Lian Song, like a demon who kills people without blinking.

"The palace is full of crazy concubines, let Lin'er stay in the palace, it is better to hand him over to Wunian, and it is not a bad thing for Lin'er to see the world outside the palace." Wen Mozheng tried his best to control his emotions so that he didn't seem to have the slightest hint of disgust and resistance.

This set of face kung fu, Lian Song didn't pay attention to it at all.

"I don't want to pursue the matter of the little prince, even if I want to pursue it, it's too late, isn't it easy for Junzilou to hide a child? If the prince feels guilty in his heart, why don't you help me do something? ”

Wen Mozheng's heart tightened again, and he almost subconsciously blurted out a refusal - what Lian Song wants to do is a good thing? The world has been chaotic, the land of Dayuan has spread war, Wen Mozheng really doesn't want to help the abuse, and add another scar to the dangerous Dayuan.

Of course, Wen Mozheng also knew that no matter what cruel requests Lian Song made, he couldn't refuse.

After a short silence, Wen Mozheng finally relented: "If you have any requirements, even the prime minister can open his mouth." ”

"Okay, then I'll be straight to the point." Narrowing his eyes slightly, Lian Song smiled lightly, "The imperial capital forbidden army must be mobilized by the emperor himself, and now the emperor is not in good health and cannot come forward, I hope that the prince can act on behalf of the state affairs, and tomorrow when the court will hand over the power to command the army and the right to transfer troops to Su Hao and Chen Gengyu respectively, so as to ensure the stability of my Dayuan border." ”

The army of the Hosdu Empire has invaded the Wanxia area, and it is only one state away from the imperial capital Fengluo City.

Wen Mozheng was full of resentment and dissatisfaction and didn't dare to vent, so he had to hide in his belly and make a look of embarrassment on his face: "My father is still here, and I, the prince, can't usurp the throne." In the matter of assigning military power, it is better for the prime minister to negotiate with his father, after all, I am not the king of a country, and I cannot arbitrarily ban the army. ”

"The emperor is not here, the crown prince is the leader, why not mobilize the forbidden army?" Lian Song scoffed at Wen Mozheng's excuse, sneered a few times, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "If the prince really has any scruples, then I have to help the prince find a way to relieve his worries, as long as the prince doesn't blame me for being too ruthless - Gonggong Zhao, invite the emperor here, I haven't seen you for a few months, and it's time for the emperor and the prince and son to reunite." ”

Secretly gasping, Wen Mozheng looked at Lian Song in disbelief.

In fact, not only Wen Mozheng, including Tang Jinyi, many people thought that Wen Jingyuan was dead, but no one expected that Lian Song would let the emperor who was set aside alive. I couldn't tell whether it was anticipation or curiosity, Wen Mozheng waited quietly with anxiety and restlessness, until the door slammed softly, and a wide chair was carried into the room by the four little eunuchs.

"Father?!" The moment he saw Wen Jingyuan, Wen Mozheng finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Wen Mozheng's tone was three points of confusion and seven points of surprise, because no matter how the person sitting in the seat looked at it, he couldn't connect with the majestic Wen Jingyuan in the past, except for a few traces of appearance, other places were very different from the monarch of a country.

Today's Wen Jingyuan is described as withered, his cheeks are so thin that they seem to be about to fall off his bones, and his iron blue face and demented expression are about to lose popularity, turning into a human flesh doll without a soul. In Wen Mozheng's memory, Wen Jingyuan had a pair of eyes that were not angry and self-threatening, but now? Now there is nothing in the position of the eyes, only two black holes remain, and when you look at it like that, the eyeballs have been ripped out by life!

Wen Mozheng let out a low scream and took a few steps back, hitting his back against the cold wall before stopping, looking at Lian Song with panicked eyes, but the initiator of all the crimes was laughing, laughing gloomily and wildly.

"Is the prince scared?" Lian Song walked to the seat, stretched out his pale fingers to pick up Wen Jingyuan's head, and twisted it towards Wen Mozheng at a strange angle, "I said a long time ago, the emperor's dragon body is not safe, and it is inconvenient to see anyone, if it weren't for the prince's insistence on shirking responsibility, I wouldn't have to invite the emperor out." What's the matter, now does the prince have a decision? ”

"Y-What did you do to your father?! Lian Song, you are guilty of killing the king! It's going to be cut with a thousand cuts! ”

Wen Mozheng, who was dominated by fear, had forgotten to pretend to be obedient, and his pale face was not much better than Wen Jingyuan, but this appearance was just right for Lian Song's appetite, and the more he looked at it, the more comfortable he felt.

Raising his hand to remove the decorative golden sheath scimitar from the wooden frame, Lian Song removed the scabbard, and put the sharp blade against Wen Jingyuan's neck, and the cold light like a poisonous snake hit Wen Mozheng: "The prince feels that the emperor is inconvenient in everything, so I will help the prince remove the obstacles." Now what the prince should tell me is, where to start with this knife? Is it here, or is it here? Or...... Should a knife be stabbed into the heart, so that the emperor can be relieved? ”

The tip of the knife roamed over Wen Jingyuan's face and neck, drawing a long continuous thin wound, and the blood beads gushing out flowed down the blade to Lian Song's hand, which was red.

On weekdays, Wen Mozheng thinks he is quite bold, but at this time, his courage is impossible to find, if it weren't for the wall behind him, I'm afraid he would have been so frightened that he would have sat on the ground with weakness. After a long time to stabilize his flustered interest, Wen Mozheng swallowed his saliva vigorously: "Lian Song, don't mess around, killing your father and killing the king is a great crime to be punished by God!" If you have to go crazy, don't bother me, I don't want to kill anyone, I've never thought about anyone dying! ”

"Oh? Is it? I thought that the prince was resentful of me, and hoped that I would go to hell early all day long, but it seems that I was thinking too much. Although Lian Song's words were joking, they were cold and ruthless. With a lift of his finger, Lian Song summoned the lonely water hidden in the shadows, and his cold smile was full of madness: "Lonely water, bring the prince over, let the prince be close to the emperor, after all, it is a father and son whose blood is thicker than water." ”

The words father and son sounded extremely harsh, Wen Mozheng's face was red and white, and he was speechless for a while. Gu Shui walked to Wen Mozheng's side, picked up Wen Mozheng with a slight lift of his hand, and threw his hand at Wen Jingyuan's feet. Before Wen Mozheng could let out a low and painful exhalation, his wrist was grabbed, and a hard and cold thing was stuffed into his palm, and he was stunned and plunged into something soft.

The moment he raised his head in panic, Lian Song's extremely cold smile flashed.

The cold texture of the scimitar in the palm of his hand had not yet subsided, followed by a warm and moist breath, and between the wings of his nose, a faint smell of blood wafted, as if something was splashing on his face and in front of his eyes, making the whole world in sight a hazy red.

The cold words in his ears burned Wen Mozheng's heart.

"Killing the father and killing the king, these two crimes are accounted for by the prince, now, do you have any scruples?"