"What the hell are you going to do, what do you want me to do, I have cooperated, what else do you want me to do!" Mo Qian's voice gradually collapsed.

The man with a black figure moved, slowly took two steps forward, raised his eyes to reveal a golden mask, and stared sarcastically at the ink dry on the dragon bed.

Mo Qian's expression at this moment was really not much stronger than that of a dead person.

"Mo Xie, the emperor...... Uncle Huang. ”

"Mo Qian, heh, leaving the emperor, who do you think is coming?"

"I'm ......," Mo Qian swallowed.

Mo Xie shook his head and walked closer to the bed.

"The last time the palace changed, it was Wang Yan who handed over the underground secret passage map of the palace, guess who made him do this?"

Mo Xie's tail note was slightly raised, and a pair of eyes looked at the embarrassed Mo Qian in front of him with a slight sneer.

"I... How would I know? Mo Qian struggled to find his voice, not daring to make eye contact with Mo Xie's eyes.

"Mo Qian, why are you cooperating with them, you don't know what they really want?" Mo Xie was obviously not prepared to let Mo Qian escape, and directly pointed out the words.

Mo Qian's words were stopped, it was difficult for him to calm down at this moment, Mo Xie's actions tonight made his panic reach the peak, and he couldn't help but guess that Mo Xie was going to kill him. Mo Xie seemed to see through the man's embarrassment at the moment, as well as the hatred under the nervousness.

He shook his head, walked to the chair next to him, and sat down slowly, something had to be sorted out tonight.

"Mo Qian, are you very jealous of me?" Mo Xie raised his eyes suddenly, a pair of black eyes were foggy, and various emotions were intertwined and indistinguishable.

At this moment, Mo Qian was the same, looking at the man in front of him, he showed his true emotions for the first time.

"What do you think? Shouldn't I be afraid? I am the emperor who has left the country, the heaven who has left the country, but they worship you as heaven and worship you as a god, oh, do you know how humiliated I am? ”

There was no longer the smirk on his face at the moment, but a twisted jealousy.

Mo Xie's eyes were complicated, and at this moment, Mo Gan's face was completely incompatible with the young man who enthusiastically called him Uncle Huang in his memory.

What is it that makes people like this? Right?

"I've never wanted to fight you for this throne." Mo Xie said lightly.

His eyes were pure, and after Mo Qian was slightly stunned, he showed a wry smile.

"Yes, you have always said so, but you are so good, when your father was in trouble, you were a meritorious king, there were difficulties at the border, you turned the tide, and the turbulent departure was stable because of you.

Even because you commanded the Qianlongwei, the Qianlongwei won many battles, and the country became stronger again little by little, and you contributed a lot. Before your father died, he made you regent.

Oh, Lord Regent, the power is monstrous! You don't have the heart to fight for the throne, but do you know what they say? The country can do without an emperor, but not without a regent! ”

The jealousy and hatred that had been suppressed for many years gushed out at this moment, and it could no longer be stopped.

He was scolding hoarsely, as if he wanted to shout out all the grievances and humiliations that had accumulated over the years.

Mo Xie just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish venting. It's not that he doesn't know that the imperial nephew he supports is dissatisfied with him, and he doesn't care if he wants to take his own life.

It's just that he can't joke about the Jiangshan Sheji who has left the country, this is his bottom line.

Chapter 542 explains