Mo Junchen glanced at Mo Chenyu, who was breathing evenly in the water tank and his eyes were slightly closed, and then looked at Qiao Xiya, who was kneeling at his feet, pondered for a moment, and slowly spoke: "Chang Shiliang." The hoarse voice makes people faintly distressed.

Chang Shiliang glanced at Mo Junchen, beckoned Chu Yun and Chunling to bow out of Muyuan Hall, and closed the palace door.

Muyuantang returned to silence at this time, and only Mo Junchen, Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya were left in the courtyard.

Mo Junchen took a deep breath and looked coldly at Qiao Xiya at his feet: "You mean Chen'er......

"Yes......" Qiao Xiya's head was buried even lower.

"Bold Qiao Xiya! How dare you deceive the king!" Mo Junchen held the beaded hand, his knuckles were white, trembling slightly, and his tone was irrepressible anger and grief.

"If Your Majesty wants to kill the lowly office, please listen to the lowly position."

"Get up and speak." Mo Junchen clenched his back molars, and his white knuckles almost pinched the jade beads in his hand into powder.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Qiao Xiya kowtowed, got up, and stood in front of Mo Junchen with her hands down.

"You personally told me before that the Gu in Chen'er's place only needs to find the Gu worms and then burn them to solve the Gu, why do you have to make such a difficult choice today?" Mo Junchen's eyes were like knives towards Qiao Xiya.

"Your Majesty forgives your sins!" Qiao Xiya was deeply blessed and told Mo Junchen about what happened on the full moon night and the strange bloody case that happened in Jin'an City.

Insects, cocoons, black fog, weeping blood, yin and yang, skeleton moths, nursery rhymes, six desires, seven exquisite hearts. One by one, as Qiao Xiya narrated, Mo Junchen's face became more and more gloomy.

"How's Chen'er doing?" Mo Junchen was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"The humble duty has sealed His Highness's three souls and seven spirits with a silver needle, and guided it with the blood of the prince's fingertips, so that His Highness has temporarily regained control of his body, but ......" Qiao Xiya frowned, glanced at Mo Chenyu who was sleeping in the water tank in the house, and a cloud of sorrow was between his eyebrows, "But His Highness's Three Souls and Seven Spirits have been suppressed for too long, and His Highness can't control his body well for the time being."

"Since he has recovered, why did I give him up to exchange for Li Min's common life?"

"The hall *** is just a clone of the ghost moth left in the palace to absorb the dragon qi, not the main body. If the body obtains the Seven Exquisite Hearts, not only will His Highness die because of this, but I am afraid that there will not be a living person in the entire Daning."

Qiao Xiya's words made Mo Junchen's father and son fall into a deep silence.

The relationship between father and son, brotherhood and brotherhood made their hearts twist like knives for a while.

"What will happen if I give up Chen'er?" After about a moment of silence, Mo Junchen spoke again, his voice hoarse and his eyes red.

Qiao Xiya's heart tightened, her chest was blocked, she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and said softly: "If Your Majesty gives up the Twelve Highnesses, it will definitely be able to deal a painful blow to that ghost moth, and even if you obtain the Seven Exquisite Hearts in the future, there will be no threat to Daning."

"A painful blow. In other words, even if I give up Chen'er, I can't completely solve that ghost moth?" Mo Junchen's eyebrows were twisted into pimples, and his eyes were red and full of murderous aura.

"Yes......" Qiao Xiya paused, "If you can't find the body or host of that ghost moth, you can't completely solve it."

"Father......" A small and weak voice floated over, which made people's scalps tingle, and even Mo Junchen, who was about to get angry, was stunned there.

"Father......" again.

Everyone looked towards the water tank with a voice, only to see Mo Chenyu leaning on the edge of the tank, his face flushed sickly, his eyes looking at everyone tiredly, a slightly dry mouth one by one, and the corners of his mouth tried to squeeze out a kind smile.

"Father...... If you give up your child, can you ...... Can be exchanged for Daning...... Peace, the child is willing to die......" Mo Chenyu's words were intermittent, his voice was weak, but it was clear, every word knocked on the hearts of the three people, and Qiao Xiya's heart hurt, and her tears crackled uncontrollably.

Mo Chenyu took a deep breath and made himself look more energetic: "Donating your body to go to the country, seeing death as if you were going home. Father, give the order."

Mo Junchen frowned, turned his back, and two huge teardrops swirled in his eyes.

"Seventh Brother......" Mo Chenyu looked at Mo Haoning and smiled sweetly.

Mo Haoning turned his back, quickly wiped away the tears on his face, walked to the water tank in two steps, stroked Mo Chenyu's head, and doted on his eyes: "Brother is here, brother is here."

"Seventh Brother...... I'm so tired and hurt...... Can you sing me a nursery rhyme again...... I really want to sleep for a while......" The sleepiness in Mo Chenyu's eyes became thicker and thicker, and his voice gradually lost its strength.

"Okay," Mo Haoning held back his tears and pulled out a smile, he sang in a trembling voice, "The wind is light, the willow branches are shaking, baby, you want to sleep......

Qiao Xiya couldn't listen to it anymore, covered her mouth, held back her crying, and ran out of Muyuan Hall.

Running to the gazebo outside the long street in one breath, Qiao Xiya squatted on the ground, hugged her knees, and cried loudly.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Xiya gradually stopped crying, she raised her hand weakly, stroked her almost unconscious face, and staggered to her feet. Qiao Xiya felt empty and exhausted under her feet, as if this cry had taken away the strength of her whole body.

Although Qiao Xiya and Mo Chenyu had never intersected, just by the few words just now, she knew that this was a child with a good taste and a heart like jade. Such a good child, but he was powerless to save himself, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness made Qiao Xiya deeply doubt his ability.

"Chen'er...... How long will you live?" Just when Qiao Xiya was holding on to the pillar of the pavilion in a daze, Mo Junchen's tired voice came from behind her.

"Your Majesty......" Qiao Xiya bowed, her eyes were like peaches, "If the ghost moth does not get the Seven Exquisite Hearts, His Highness can always live, but he will be tormented by illness for the rest of his life, and life is better than death." If you get ......"

"I see." Mo Junchen interrupted Qiao Xiya's words, "If you want to save Li Min's life, what should you do?" Mo Junchen's voice was firm, but he couldn't hold back his trembling.

"Take cinnabar and mix yellow mud, close the seven orifices of His Highness, and burn the ...... with fire" Qiao Xiya didn't dare to look at Mo Junchen.

"Three days," Mo Junchen interrupted Qiao Xiya's words again, and stretched out three fingers, "Give me three days, I, send Chen'er on the road with my own hands."

"Humble duty for the people of the world, thank Your Majesty Longen!" Qiao Xiyana bowed her head and burst into tears.

After getting up again, through the hazy teary eyes, Qiao Xiya only saw a bright yellow back that suddenly aged a lot.

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"Whew!" A roof-sized, translucent moth soared into the air outside Jin'an City, circled twice outside the city, and flew towards a house in Jin'an City.