After Returning Home, the Crown Prince’s Concubine’s Vest Could No Longer Be Hidden!

Mu Zhao followed the crowd away from the small conference hall and deliberately walked behind the crowd slowly.

Ye Wuchen sighed and talked to Lu Qian. He turned his head and was stunned. He lowered his voice and asked Lu Qian, "Where is the Huai people?"

Along the way along the high and broad red walls, the prince was no longer seen.

At this time, Mu Zhao had successfully avoided several waves of patrol guards and successfully arrived at the side door of the emperor's bedroom, quietly covering it in front of the short woods.

The night is soaking, and the windows near the pond are open.

The veil in the bedroom was waving, and the candle was dim, and the emperor heard several heavy coughs and asthma.

Xu Donglan, who served the medicine as before, comforted the emperor with a few words of soft words, then took the people out of the hall gate.

Only the emperor coughed one after another in the empty hall.

The prince raised the curtain and looked at him, not daring to recognize each other.

The man lying on the bed, with his withered cheeks and his cheeks almost losing weight and deformity.

After not seeing each other for more than a month, the emperor was so shattered and turned into such a state?

Lang'er speculated that it really worked. She had been taking pills that had been used to experience unknown life and had clearly reached the point where the oil was exhausted.

Several vague sounds came from outside the hall, "Why is this greasy soup again? It's hard for His Majesty to eat anything."

"Empress Lan told her to cook some ginseng soup and pour it into your Majesty."

"Anyway, it will take as long as you can. If you can, follow me in first..." The palace gate was pushed open, and the **** holding the soup was lowered and followed behind the **** in charge.

I smelled a faint fragrance on my face.

Before they could react, the person had already fallen into the ground.

Mu Zhao appeared beside them, holding them one by one and gently throwing them on the ground.

He raised his toes, held the falling object, and put the plate of tea on the table.

The emperor coughed and his mouth was dry and his throat was hoarse.

His arms drooped, and he slapped his bed frame listlessly, trying to get the little **** to serve.

However, when his eyelids were lifted, he seemed to see a familiar figure shaking in front of him.

"You..." the emperor shouted in a hoarse voice.

Mu Huaizhi walked along the jade steps for three steps, held a short dagger in his hand and gently lifted the curtain beside the bed, and his eyes fell on the emperor.

"You're almost dead." He whispered softly, looking at the emperor with no concern for sorrow and joy.

It seemed that no matter how the emperor looked, he could not make any mood swings.

The emperor was tired and his eyes were empty, and he heard a sound in his ears, but it seemed that he would take his strength to lift his eyelids.

It was difficult to see who was standing beside his bed. The emperor wanted to call people, but what he opened his mouth was just a "ahhh" gasp.

"Looking at your pitiful look now, it's hard to imagine that my father died at the hands of someone like you."

"Pursuing immortality, pursuing slimming on the bed is like a dry bone."

"Emperor, you said that if you... weren't that greedy, would the end be better than now."

"Everyone knows that immortality is just a false delusion of human beings."

"What did you say you asked for?"

"Look at what those fools who pursue immortality will get in the end." Mu Zhao walked step by step towards the bed, lowered his head and looked at the emperor who was lingering in sick bed.

"It's either burned to ashes in endless years. It's like you, taking the wrong medicine and going to a dead end."

"You can easily believe a trap full of vain and exaggeration." "The Barbarian Chief Master is the high priest of the grassland people. They have long colluded with the Emperor of Nanchu, and what they are trying to do is your life."

"Emperor, Lang'er clearly told you not to rely on drugs, but you don't believe it."

"A courtier who is loyal to you, like my silly father, will only end up gnawing you so much that he doesn't even have bones left."

"Now, all your loyalties are gone, and the rest are either... they are villains like Gong Hui who pursues the pursuit of profit, or they are useless people like Liu Deng."

"You said you doubt this and that, and you doubt who will help you in the end."

The emperor was trembling all over by his disrespectful tone, and his eyes stared at him.

To be precise, he was staring at the dagger held in the prince's hand.

That dagger...

"I heard that this short blade was given by my father when he was ten years old."

He gently pulled out the short knife, raised it casually, and then drew a wisp of gauze curtain to the ground.

The emperor used all his strength to pound the bed, but only made a few dull sounds.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

At this moment, he suddenly realized the realization and understood why the young man in front of him made him feel uncomfortable from time to time.

Yes, he is like King Duan, and also like the Huaner he has been thinking about day and night.

At the beginning, he thought the child was following his mother, Lin, and there was always a hint of Lin's family's bright style.

But from time to time, he felt dazed, and he always felt that his face seemed familiar.

The emperor used all his strength to shout "Crime".

This evil is actually a seed left by King Duan?

Damn it, it’s really abominable. The Xuanping Hou’s Mansion and Lin clan have deceived him for so long!

"Criminal?" Mu Zhao sneered, with a little ridiculous expression in his tone, "Who is the real criminal?"

"You idiot who kills your father and brother. The great Qi country is in your hands, and it will be in just twenty years. Haha, now it is about to perish."

"You're talking nonsense~~" The emperor almost tried his best before shouting out this hoarse voice.

Mu Zhao reached into his arms and shook a secret scroll, "You can see it yourself. The emperor's grandfather's edict passed on the throne was clearly written, who was the one who was passed on."

The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank, and he wanted to raise his hand to catch the secret shaft, and he was empty.

"The old thief in the country is so brave. Even if you die, you will not be buried in the Ye family's ancestral grave."

"Don't worry." Mu Zhao said softly and softly, each word was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the emperor's heart, "I will remove your bones one by one, one by one, one by one. , thrown to every corner of the wild mountain."

"You are full of rice bran and can't speak, and you can't dig your eyes, making it difficult for you to move forward. I have... helped Your Majesty find nine hundred and ninety-nine masters of chanting in advance."

"For today." Mu Zhao suddenly laughed out loud, "You kill your father and brother, your soul will never get rest."

"Ten thousand heroes in Zhongbei Camp are waiting for you underground, Emperor. Go down and forgive them for their sins, and forgive your great sins for generations. Stop dreaming for thousands of generations!"

"Also, I look quite generous and generous to the imperial tomb you built for yourself. From now on... let me live with Lang'er!"

"You, you..." The emperor was so angry that he couldn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood spurted out and he was scolded on the bed.

Little bastard, a **** little bastard, the emperor roared angrily in his heart, but he couldn't help but squirt blood in his mouth, and couldn't even scold a word.

Mu Zhao looked at him indifferently, and a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's time for you to go on the road."

No, he doesn't want to go on the road, don't! (End of this chapter)