Chapter Fifty-Nine: Palace Killing
One
Donmohe ran into a tricky problem.
This question made him lose his impassioned spirit all of a sudden.
He understood very well what Gebu meant, and he was referring to Dengli's two sons, Ying'er and Wu'er.
Ying'er, as the crown prince, is the rightful heir to the throne of the Hui Khan, and it will be difficult for him to sit on the throne without killing Ying'er. Moreover, a few years later, these two children, who had a grudge against him for killing their father, are likely to follow in his footsteps and leave hidden dangers for him with a heart of revenge.
He didn't stop there. Instead, the mother of these two children is Shu'er, the most helpless woman in his life who wants to go deep into the bone marrow.
If she kills her son, she will be in pain and hate him to the bone.
The country is important, or the beauty is the most important? It's hard to have both.
Ge said: "My lord, if it is inconvenient for you to start, your subordinates are willing to do a small job. If you don't get rid of the prince, the prince will definitely ascend the throne, then what you do today will have no meaning. At that time, countless heads will fall to the ground, and they will be crushed to pieces for the hesitation of the adults today, including the following, General Hutu, and yourself, as well as the warriors who have sacrificed their lives today. β
Ge Bu's words were boiling, and he didn't hesitate for a moment. How can a big husband be indecisive! He gritted his teeth and said, "Follow me into the palace!" β
Don Mohe was murderous, and entered the palace with a sword, and Ge Bu followed closely.
Too womb.
Seven-year-old Ying'er was playing with a bamboo sword in the courtyard, one move and one style, and she actually looked like it.
Don Mohe's heart ached.
This child, as if his nature is related to him, as soon as he sees him, he chases after him and shouts "Uncle, Uncle" non-stop.
He was really reluctant to attack an innocent child. However, at this moment, he has become his father-killing enemy, even if he lets him go today, he will not let himself go in the future.
Thinking of this, his heart sank, and he slowly approached him.
"Uncle!" Ying'er turned her face and saw him, and a bright smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Uncle, look, how am I practicing? Or a few tricks you taught me that day. Ying'er put away her posture and ran towards him happily.
Don Mohe looked at Ying'er fixedly and didn't say a word.
Ying'er was a little surprised, and shouted timidly, "Uncle, are you angry?" β
The little child also felt the gloom of Donmohe.
In the past, as soon as the uncle saw him, he would immediately pick him up and prick his delicate little face with hard beard stubble, causing him to scream and scream.
But today, Uncle didn't say a word, and even Ge Bu behind him looked at him strangely.
The naΓ―ve child, who does not feel the slightest danger, has come to his side.
"Uncle." Ying'er called in a low voice.
Don Mohe was ruthless, picked up the sword, closed his eyes, and stabbed at Ying'er's small chest.
Ying'er looked at the sharp sword in disbelief and let out a groan of pain. Before he could even figure out why, his small body fell limply to the ground. Blood poured out, staining the slate beneath him red.
Don Mohe stood dumbfounded, feeling as if he had been hollowed out.
Why, when he assassinated Dengri, he didn't feel this way?
He had killed countless enemies under the sword, but he had never been as exhausted as he was today.
"Brother!" A crisp child's voice came from the room.
"The little prince?" Gebu quickly ran over, without blinking, and swung away with his sword.
"Stop!" A voice of horror and despair rang out. A richly dressed young woman of about twenty-seven or eighteen years of age rushed out in a panic.
It's Shu'er! Don Mohe was shocked, and instinctively wanted to stop Gebu from committing murder. How cruel it is for a mother to witness the tragic condition of her child.
But it was too late, Ge Bu stabbed down, and Wu'er didn't even have time to snort, so he fell in a pool of blood.
Shu'er shouted in pain: "Wu'er! β
But Wu'er would never answer her mother's call again.
Shu'er angrily raised her eyes, which had become red in an instant, but suddenly, she saw that a few steps away, Ying'er was also motionless and fell in a dazzling blood light.
"Ying'er!" Shu'er left Wu'er, cried heartbreakingly, and ran to Ying'er.
The poor woman, faced with the sudden tragedy, could not believe it for a while.
A pair of sons who were still alive just now, in the blink of an eye, people and ghosts are different.
She looked at Ying'er, and then at Wu'er, none of them responded to her call.
"Oh my God!" She's going to break down.
"It's you! You killed my son! She looked at Donmohe angrily, and fire welled up in her eyes.
There was still blood dripping from the tip of Donmohe's sword, there was no doubt about it.
Donmoga was speechless.
Her grief and despair had already made him regret it.
"Why?!" Shu'er cried in grief: "They are just children, why kill them?!" Are you crazy to be so daring? The Khan will not forgive you! β
Ge Bu said coldly: "Madame's day condolences." The Khan of Dengli has returned to heaven. β
Shu'er was startled suddenly, and gradually came to her senses: "You killed Dengli?!" She looked at Don Mohe hatefully: "You want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?!" β
Don Mohe sighed and said, "He is to blame, he wants to betray the Tang Dynasty." I was forced to do so. β
"So, what is Ying'er Wu'er's crime? You're going to kill him?! Shu'er burst into tears: "You killed my husband and refused to let go of my son, you are so ruthless!" You're a demon! Why don't you even kill me!" β
Donmohe said bitterly: "I'm sorry. I can't leave them behind and let them grow up to seek revenge on me. β
Shu'er suddenly laughed wildly, and her laughter was full of infinite sadness.
Don Mohe approached her and said softly, "I know you're sad, but all this will pass." Right now. Dengli is dead, I am the Khan of Hui, I will make you my queen, and we will have children in the future. β
Shu'er looked at him contemptuously and sneered, "Who is rare to be your queen!" You are my enemy, and I won't marry you if I marry a cat or a dog! β
Don Mohe said helplessly: "I know you hate me now, but over the years, I have never forgotten you." Do you know how bitter my heart is? Every time I enter the palace, I wish I could see you. As he spoke, he reached out to help Shu'er, who was sitting on the ground, "It's cold underground, you get up." As for the aftermath of the two children, I will arrange it well. β
Shu'er pushed him away fiercely, staring at him with extremely cruel eyes, and her tone was full of beast-like violence: "Do you know whose son Ying'er is?" β
"He's your son, of course." Donmohe whispered, "It's you and Dengri's son." β
Shu'er sneered, and the laughter was creepy, revealing despair and grief. She gritted her teeth and said, "He's your own flesh and blood!" It's your dear son! Do you think weeds are cut to the roots? You killed your own son! You have to get rid of your own roots! β
Don Mohe was shocked: "You are talking nonsense! How could he be my son! He's the son of Denri! His voice was filled with fear and shock.
Two
Shu'er picked up Ying'er, who was covered in blood, with a gentle and tranquil face: "Child, such a father, don't do it." β
Don Mohe's palms were cold, and he said in horror: "Are you in pain?" β
Shu'er hugged Ying'er, who was gradually getting cooler, and said in a low and sad tone: "I didn't lie to you. Indeed, he is your son. Remember that year? That year, you took me out for horseback riding. It was that time that I became pregnant with your flesh and blood. β
How could Don Mohe not remember. The bits and pieces of getting along with Shu'er will never be forgotten by him. That time, he took her out of the horse farm, on the grassland, and the two were in love.
Ge Bu was embarrassed to hear this, and retreated far away.
Shu'er was immersed in the memories and continued: "I found out that I was pregnant, and I was very scared. I'm afraid that people will find out about your affair. At that time, you had already made an expedition to Tibet, and I didn't even have anyone to consult. I had no choice but to steal a fast horse and escape from the royal court. Unexpectedly, he was recovered by Dengli. β
Don Mohe muttered, "It turns out that you ran away for this. β
Shu'er said: "I thought that Dengli would kill me, but I didn't expect that he not only blamed me, but also gave him a residence in Qingluan Palace, and loved me in every way." At this, there was a look of tenderness on her face.
"In order to save the fetus in my womb, in order to save my life and live, I had to hide from the world, deceived Dengli, and lied that it was his flesh and blood." Shu'er cried, "I'm sorry Dengli. β
Don Mohe didn't even have the strength to speak, and he was stunned.
"For this reason, during the period of labor, I pretended to be the day of my deceased mother's death, and specially asked Medical Officer Ge to prescribe fetal prolongation drugs for me, and postponed the delivery period as much as possible, and finally made Ying'er give birth twenty days late, and successfully concealed it from Dengli, so that he did not have any suspicions."
Donmohe's forehead was sweating, and his limbs trembled.
"If you still don't believe me, you can ask Doctor Ge carefully. If you kill your own son, you won't be at ease in this life. You go, I don't want to see you again. Shu'er didn't look at him, picked up Ying'er by herself, and slowly entered the house. Su leaned, and hugged Wu'er's body into it.
The door shut, leaving the courtyard in the midst of a collapse of Donmohe.
Don Mohe was stunned for a long time, and suddenly shouted like crazy: "Doctor Ge! Call Doctor Ge! β
He sat down on the ground and stared blankly at the place where Ying'er had been lying just now. There, a patch of blood, had dried up.
"It's your son of Donmohe! It's your flesh and blood! β
The harsh words pierced his heart like a knife.
On that sunny summer day, among the flowers of the grassland, the two were happy.
That time? Bead the fetus.
It is not more than no less than Ying'er's birthday, it is the day of pregnancy in October.
Oh, my God!
Donmoga was dizzy. No wonder Ying'er is so close to herself.
It turns out that all this is the nature of father and son! No wonder, once, an old palace man smiled and said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was like himself when he was a child.
Don Mohe shouted angrily to the sky: "God! What sin have I done! β
Three
Doctor Ge hurried over, his face pale, obviously, he understood what was happening.
Don Mohe asked hoarsely, "Mrs. Shu's fetus, did you personally take the pulse?" β
Doctor Ge lowered his head and was uneasy: "Yes." No wonder when I checked the pulse for Mrs. that day, I felt that the pulse of joy was extremely powerful and stable, unlike what Mrs. said, only a month pregnant, it was only slightly strange at the time, and I didn't think much about it, but now I think about it, Mrs. deliberately postponed the date of Kwai Shui, so that the lower official misjudged. β
"Why don't you say it sooner!" Don Mohe angrily grabbed Doctor Ge and screamed hoarsely.
Doctor Ge trembled and said, "How could Xia Guan have thought that there is such a secret in it? β
Don Mohe Xiangshuang beat the eggplant, and said weakly: "Can you extend the fetus for your wife?" β
Doctor Ge said, "Yes." The wife asked for the help of the officials to postpone the delivery date. β
Don Mohe couldn't support it anymore, screamed, and fainted.