"The ministers of the court and the central government have different opinions, some think that the completion of the enthronement ceremony means that the four princes have ascended the throne, and some think that the four princes are not orthodox, so they cannot be counted. Now there is still chaos inside and out, and even the title of the princess is different. ”

Under the reflection of the flickering oil lamp, a square and resolute face with a solemn expression reported to Wen Moshu word by word the situation in the imperial capital.

Wen Mo held his cheekbones thoughtfully: "Succession is succession, and it has been announced to the world, how can it not be counted?" That's it, I'll talk about these later, how is the imperial concubine and the queen now? How are you doing? ”

The person who reported was stunned and shook his head in embarrassment: "These are not clear, the prince did not elaborate." ”

Chu Ci and Wen Moshu glanced at each other, and the latter sighed silently and waved his hand to signal others to disperse.

"I rushed here day and night, but I found that Miss Yan had returned to the north, so it's no wonder that the prince refused to see me. Chu Ci, you have done too arbitrarily in this matter, why don't you consider the feelings of Shizi and Miss Yan? Wen Mo said sullenly.

Chu Ci fanned the hot air and didn't care: "Miss Yan is very reasonable and will not complain about my arrangement; As for the son...... His Royal Highness didn't see it, in fact, the prince was not angry with me, he was just in a bad mood and wanted to be alone? Mu Daxia asked Miss Yan's condition several times and was vaguely prevaricated, it can be seen that Miss Yan knows the root of the strange problem, and she only learned about it after returning from Rongcheng this trip, according to this, it is speculated that Miss Yan's illness is mostly related to Huo Siduguo, and her identity, I don't need to say more. ”

Since learning of Wen Mozheng's death, Wen Moshu has been in a low mood, and after Chu Ci's reminder, he suddenly realized that there was indeed something wrong with his words after returning from Rongcheng.

"Her illness ...... Is it the ghost of Hostous again? Slamming the table, the gentle four princes of the Great Abyss rarely showed a look of anger, "Why don't they let go of their worries?" ”

"Naturally, because Miss Yan's identity is important, or some people don't want Miss Yan to have something. Assuming that Miss Yan learned about the source of her illness from Duke Mugeta in Rongcheng, it means that Duke Mugeta knows everything about it, and that the girl can return safely with Chu Jiu, and it also shows that Duke Mugta did not embarrass her, and probably took Chu Jiu away to see Miss Yin. Lightly speculating in his heart, Chu Ci slanted his eyebrows and looked at Wen Moshu, and sighed dissatisfiedly, "Your Highness is really, I have said so much, Your Highness hasn't asked the point yet, is it deliberate?" ”

Wen Mo was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "What point, do you mean the identity of the worry?" ”

"That's all the people of the world care about - of course, His Highness and the Prince are different from normal people."

By now, Yan Liwu's true identity is no longer a secret, even if no one jumped out and said that she was the Qinglian King, some of the secrets hidden behind the incident had already been pierced.

Wen Mo took a long breath, his gaze was slow and soft: "Maybe as others say, Shizi and I are both ghosts, and since the day we like to leave the worries, it no longer matters who she is and where she comes from, only her safety is what we care about." ”

"In addition to this reason, it is also one of the reasons why His Highness didn't hate the Blue Lotus King as much as others from the beginning, right?" Chu Ci narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips smiled unpredictably.

At the mention of the Qinglian King, Wen Moshu's face showed a little trance, as if he was caught in the recollection of the past, and his tone became more and more ethereal and confused: "I don't know how to evaluate the person of the Qinglian King." She always puts on an arrogant and cold attitude in front of people, and rejects people thousands of miles away, but in private, I often see her looking at the sky alone and being stunned, and her expression at that time gives me a feeling of loneliness and desolation. And ......"

As if something important was involved, Wen Moshu pondered for a long time before continuing in a low voice: "Chu Ci, do you know about the opening of the canal between Yongqian and Tianfu by the father and the people and the wealth of the people that year? But the father said that King Qinglian liked the scenery of Tianfu and was reluctant to take a car, so he insisted on spending manpower and material resources to dig the canal, so that the Tianfu Lake, on which the people of Tianfu County depended for their livelihood, dried up and thousands of laborers died of exhaustion. There is no doubt that this account has been counted on the head of King Qinglian. ”

"Why, it's not? This is an amazing inside story, Your Highness should have told me earlier. Chu Ci quipped leisurely.

Wen Moshu didn't have the light mood of Chu Ci, lowered his head, and frowned.

"Indeed, the rumors out there are diametrically opposed to what I have seen with my own eyes. In fact, during that time, I had planned to meet my father to dissuade me, and when I arrived at the dormitory, I caught up with the Qinglian King, so I did not let my father report that the emperor was waiting outside the room alone, but I unexpectedly heard the Qinglian King pleading, to the effect that I hoped that my father would not toss the people of Yongqi and Tianfu, and she was not interested in the mountains and rivers of Tianfu; What surprised me even more was my father's answer - unlike the rumors that he spoiled the Qinglian King excessively, the father at that time was extremely indifferent, not only did he not agree to the Qinglian King's request, but also mocked the Qinglian King. Since then, I have begun to pay attention to the Qinglian King's every move, so I found that many of the absurd and cruel decisions were not instigated by the Qinglian King, and the real ruthless person was my father himself. ”

Unlike several other young princes, Wen Mo was mature and steady, and he was the most reluctant to talk about right and wrong, and had to bury this memory and speculation for many years without any conclusive evidence. He thought that these dusty truths would arouse Chu Ci's interest, but he didn't expect that in exchange for Chu Ci's long silence, his expression was gloomy for a moment.

"Chu Ci?" Wen Moshu didn't understand the reason for Chu Ci's silence, and called out blankly.

Chu Ci came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and smiled reluctantly: "The topic is far away, don't you want to talk about how to arrange the forbidden military camp?" I'm going to call Yun Jun over to discuss it. ”

When the words landed, Chu Ci didn't give Wen Moshu a chance to question at all, and turned around and left the room, leaving the confused Wen Moshu alone and dazed.

After closing the door, Chu Ci let out a long sigh of silence, and was just about to walk out of the courtyard, when he suddenly stopped halfway through: "How long has the prince been here?" ”

Under the eaves, he walked out of the expressionless Wen Moqing in the shadows, passed by Chu Ci's side and walked straight out of the courtyard, his calm voice was neither light nor heavy, and it happened to control the volume that Wen Moshu couldn't hear in the room: "I heard what I should hear and what I shouldn't hear." ”

"What is to listen to? What should not be heard? Chu Ci pretended to be relaxed, and turned the jade flute to follow behind Wen Moqing, "I thought that the prince was in a bad mood and hid in the room and refused to come out, but I didn't say so much if I knew this, and I started to feel bad." ”

Wen Moqing tilted his head slightly, glanced at Yu Guang, and immediately looked ahead: "Do you plan to hide it for the rest of your life, your life experience?" ”

"There's no need to say it, right? One more of me is chaos, and one less of me is better, and besides, like the prince, I am not interested in the throne. Chu Ci paused, his smile a little complicated, "The prince is the best at weighing the pros and cons, and he won't be unable to figure out my concerns, but the prince didn't ask about Miss Yan's situation, which surprised me." ”

Chu Ci is the illegitimate son of the first emperor and the eldest princess of the Fox Hill Kingdom, and the bloodlines of the royal families of the two countries will not be despised, but his appearance is closer to the Fox Hill alien race, and no one will believe that he has the qualifications to inherit the throne. Wen Moqing himself does not want to be contaminated with mundane affairs such as imperial power, and his choice of Chu Ci is not incomprehensible.

"Even if you are righteous enough, no one told me when you ran away from worry to see Mingyan." With a sneer, Wen Moqing's face was far calmer than Chu Ci expected, "Since it has been speculated that Liwu's illness is related to Huo Sidu's side, and she refuses to tell you the truth, it is useless for me to ask, her stubborn temper is clear to everyone who has come into contact with her." Tomorrow I will write to the doctor of Junzilou to go to the north, even if I can't cure her, at least there is a possibility of learning the details of her illness, and then there is a long-term plan - if she is really terminally ill and dying soon, she will definitely choose to see me again, rather than obey your arrangement to avoid me, and now it seems that her illness should be safe for the time being. ”

Chu Ci stroked his palms and sighed lightly: "This knowledge of the roots, no one can do it except the son of the world, and the understanding of Miss Yan can be said to be in-depth." ”

Although he is optimistic about his condition, his beloved wife is suffering from a strange illness and cannot laugh happily. Wen Moqing didn't bother to pay attention to Chu Ci's praise that he didn't know whether it was sincere or fake, and when he saw that there was nothing else to do, he returned to his residence alone, but before he undressed and went to bed, there was a sound of hurried and panicked footsteps outside.

"How are you?" When he opened the door and saw Chu Yang helping Zhong Yue hurriedly coming, Wen Moqing immediately had a bad premonition, and welcomed the two into the room only to find that Zhong Yue seemed to be injured a lot.

Chu Yang learned late, and he was usually silent, and it was difficult to leave the narrative at the critical moment, but Zhong Yue's face was poor, but he had to endure the pain and speak hoarsely: "Young master, go and find Miss Yan, Lian Song is going to attack Miss Yan!" ”

"Explain what's going on." Wen Moqing frowned, trying to stay calm.

Zhong Yue coughed twice, and the corners of his lips were vaguely bloodshot: "Before, Miss Yan asked me to find Junbai, and then Chu Yang came down from Qixian Mountain and told me that Senior Tong wanted the two of us to find the young master as soon as possible and protect Miss Haoyan, so Chu Yang and I rushed to the north, but I didn't expect to be intercepted by several masters around Lian Song on the road." Chu Yang and I were imprisoned somewhere in the imperial capital, and even Song failed to get the news of the young master out of our mouths several times, but he didn't kill us or let us go, so he just wasted it. A few days ago, the guy named Gushui left suddenly, and when I heard them talking, it was Lian Song who ordered Gushui to go to Miss Yan, and Chu Yang and I were worried that Miss Yan was in danger, so we escaped while those people were away. ”

In the first battle of the imperial capital, all the masters around Lian Song except for Gushui were lost, which gave Zhong Yue and Chu Yang a chance to escape, but the news they brought was really not very good.

Lian Song is insidious and cunning, has many means and is very vicious, plus Gu Shui's skills and siblings can match masters such as Wen Moqing and Jun Wunian, no matter in terms of strategy or kung fu, Yan Liwu and Mu Jiuge cannot compete with Lian Song and others.