Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

Uncle Gong lowered his head and remained silent.

Uncle Gong's eyes fell on Mu Congcong's childish face again, and asked, "The book that Prime Minister Yan gave you?"

"right……"

"Reading—want to be king?"

Mu Congcong was startled, then shook his head in a panic and said, "No, I don't want to, the king is my aunt... my aunt is the king."

In her understanding, Murong Yan is the only king as it should be. She adores Murong Yan and wholeheartedly wants to grow into the same person as Murong Yan, but she has never coveted the throne. She just wants to grow up. The empress can do her part for the state of Qin, worthy of her surname, worthy of her father who died in battle, and worthy of her aunt who loves her so much.

"King?" Uncle Gong threw the book in his hand on the ground, and smiled coldly at Mu Congcong, "Only the strong one can be the king."

Mu Congcong couldn't understand what he was talking about, and just wanted to pick up the book Yan Wuwei gave her, but just as he bent down and touched the corner of the book with his fingers, he heard the mocking voice of Uncle Ji, "Get out, be a good schoolgirl!" Red. These books are not for women to read."

Mu Congcong stopped in embarrassment, straightened up after a while, held back tears and saluted Gongshuji and Gongshuya, "Grandfather, mother concubine, Qi'er will leave first."

Mu Congcong came out of the study room, her head was weeping, and she walked back to her room in a dismayed manner. She didn't understand why her grandfather didn't allow her to read the book Yan Xiang gave her, and said she wasn't worthy.When her father was still there, his father often asked her to study more and asked her to learn from her aunt. Long ago, she heard her father mention her aunt Murong who was far away in Qianzhou.When my aunt was young, she went to Qianzhou, a place of bitter cold, where the common people were despicable, and they fought privately to fight for a chestnut. In the hands of my aunt, I gradually became rich, and the number of people who died of starvation decreased year by year. She was very popular among the people. My father said that my aunt had a talent for managing the world. If she became king, she would bless the Qin Kingdom for a hundred years, but she was praised by thousands of people. However, her aunt became worthless in the mouths of her grandfather, uncle, and concubine mother. Mu Cong, who was born in the royal family, vaguely understood something in her heart, but she couldn't tell her aunt that even if they had everything wrong, it was her own after all. Relatives, Mu Cong was afraid that one day his mother would suddenly leave him like his father and never come back. At that time, she would really become an orphan, even if she was a princess, what would be the use?She even thought that if she could keep her mother safe, she would give up studying, obey her grandfather, learn female celebrities well, learn four books and five virtues, and find a good husband to marry when she is old enough... In this case, her mother would agree He will love her more, and grandpa won't always talk to her with a cold face.Just... I'm sorry, Auntie and Mr....

But being born in the royal family, it doesn't mean that as long as she is "willing", the disaster will not come, and everything will go on as she thought.

It was the night of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. She was sleeping on the bed, and the palace servants were on duty outside. The winter night was very cold. She woke up from the cold in the middle of the night. She wanted to get up and ask the palace servants outside to light the stove, but unexpectedly As soon as he opened his eyes, a black shadow pressed up, a cold light flashed, and Mu Congcong only felt a chill in his stomach and then lost consciousness again.

When she woke up again, it was still dark, and the smell of blood was strong in the room. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, maybe it was just a moment, or maybe it had already passed.The wound in the abdomen was bleeding continuously, and the two shadows were still entangled in the room. Mu Congkong opened his mouth and subconsciously called, "Mother, mother concubine..."

Before she could finish speaking, a black shadow rushed towards her, with a sudden cold light, Mu Congcong felt that death was so close to her for the first time, and the next moment, another black shadow blocked her, and the sword collided, There was a crisp sound of "bang".

"Your Excellency, do you want to kill the killer today?" The black figure who rescued her asked the other person in a low voice. From the voice, it was a young woman.

"Taking people's money, □□—please get out of the way!"

"The world has fallen like this, has my own daughter become a 'disaster'?" The person who rescued her said coldly, "Aren't you afraid of retribution for this move of the crown princess?!"

Princess?

Mu Congcong was startled suddenly, Concubine Mu?

The black shadow on the opposite side said, "I'm just following the appointment, please step aside, Your Excellency."

"The young hero is good at martial arts, but he came here to do the business of killing and buying his life. Why didn't he join the army and serve the country? Why did he come to do such a wicked thing?!"

"I respect that Your Excellency is a woman. If Your Excellency insists on stopping me, then don't blame me for refusing to spare anyone!" After saying that, the assassin raised his sword and attacked again. The woman swung her sword to block each other and fought In the middle, the woman said coldly to Mu Rongrong who was still lying on the bed, "Run! Leave the East Palace!"

Mu Congcong got up from the bed in a daze, covering her abdomen with her hands, her little face turned pale, she was already good enough to stand up, how could she have the strength to escape now?

Besides... the concubine mother wants to kill her, and her relatives can't be relied on, so where else can she escape?It's clean after death.

"Young hero!" the woman said loudly, "A gentleman can do something and not do something!" The woman seemed to be exhausted, and she was still panting when she spoke, "This child is only eight years old...Young hero is just a child!" No relatives, no daughter?!"

The assassin was stunned for a moment, then put down the knife, "Eight years old..."