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Mo Yinian is 17 years old this year. He became the emperor since he was one year old. He can be called the youngest emperor in the history of Yong'an, and these "honors" are all thanks to his blessed mother and short-lived father.

Thinking of these old events, Mo Yi Nian is not too sad, the only feeling is that he is a little bit aggrieved, it's fine if he has no mother's pain or father's protection, but his body is not good, and he has been a medicine jar since he was a child.

I heard from the national teacher that the queen had a difficult childbirth, and he tossed in the queen's stomach for so long that he almost didn't survive.

The bereaved Mo Yinian killed his parents and almost killed himself. Now he is an emperor but the military power is in the hands of his uncle Mo Han. What's more terrible is that this uncle still wants to kill him. The suicide note was drafted for him.

There was only one candle lit in the Chengqi Palace, and the candlelight was printed on the thin clothes of the people in the room, making the bones look extremely thin. The man's face was slightly tired, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all. A piece of paper, the handwriting on the paper was exactly the same as his handwriting, but it was not made by him. It said, "I came to the border city in person. When the barbarians raided the barracks, I was seriously injured. I may not be able to return to the imperial city. King Mo has assisted me all these years." There is a way to govern the country, so pass the throne to King Mo, God bless Yongan."

After reading the whole paragraph, Mo Yi Nian sighed and murmured: "Uncle Huang, why are you so cruel to me? Everyone's surname is Mo, why bother?"

"Master, do you follow the plan?"

There was also a masked man in black standing beside him, asking at this time.

Mo Yinian handed over the fake will: "Well, let's go!"

The man in black took the fake will and quickly left the palace.

In the early court, Mo Han suggested that Mo Yinian go to the border town to visit the soldiers on the grounds of returning the military power, saying that the soldiers were suffering while guarding the country, and as the emperor, they should go to condolences.

Mo Yinian has never left the imperial city since he was born. It is a long way to the border town. He is weak. It is not impossible for him to die in an accident on the way. On the surface, Mo Han dare not openly rebel, but It's perfect to shoot cold arrows in the dark. It's not easy to do it in the palace, but it's much better outside the palace.

For the throne, Mo Yinian has no attachment, but this life was snatched back from Lord Yan, and he will cherish his life no matter how bad his health is, so he agreed to Mo Han's proposal, not rushing to die, but You have to die and live again.

Going out of the palace is an opportunity to leave the palace and stay away from the court disputes. He has already arranged the affairs outside the palace and found himself a prisoner to take the place of the dead ghost. He doesn't need to wait for Mo Han to do anything. fly.

Mo Yinian got up, took off his shawl and planned to rest, the little eunuch who was waiting at the door to announce the good news lowered his voice: "Your Majesty, the national teacher is here to see you."

"Come in!" Mo Yinian put on the shawl again, and walked out from behind the screen. When he saw the national teacher, he saw that he was about to salute, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "National teacher, there are no outsiders here, so there is no need to salute. I am looking for you at such a late hour." What's wrong with me?"

Guoshi Cangtan's face was extremely old, with snow-white eyebrows and a snow-white beard covering his whole face, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

Cang Tan reached out his hand and took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, stuffed it into Mo Yinian's hand and said, "Tomorrow you are leaving for the border town, and there is no one around you who can decoct the medicine for you, so I will make the decoction You take the pills with you, don’t worry, there are plenty of them, and you can take them for a long time.”

Mo Yinian clenched the bottle in his hand. All along, Cang Tan was in charge of his medicine. He brewed it by himself and delivered it with his own hands. After leaving the palace, he could only rely on himself.

As for the matter of Cang Tan, Mo Yinian had heard a thing or two before. Cang Tan was the head of a very powerful cultivating sect before becoming a national teacher. His disciples died in an accident, disappeared, disappeared, and disappeared. There was no place to worry about, so he went into vulgarity alone and allowed his father to stay in the palace.

Mo Yinian opened his mouth, wanting Cang Tan to go with him. In the past 17 years, only Cang Tan in the entire palace treated him sincerely, like a father and a teacher. This parting may never see him again, but he Knowing that Cang Tan would definitely reject his request, the reasons for this were tacitly understood by everyone.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows are natural, but at this time, it is inevitable that there will be greed and reluctance. Mo Yinian patted the back of the old master's hand, and said with affection for his elders: "Master, do you want to give up?" good."

Cang Tan didn't speak, and kept everything in silence. He pulled out his hands like dead wood, stretched them over Mo Yinian's head, stroked his hair lightly, then turned around with his hands behind his back and left.

Whoever should walk some roads has to walk, and no one else can replace them.

Mo Yinian looked at Cang Tan's back that was drifting away, a layer of moisture was unknowingly attached to his eyes, and he felt a little stuffy in his heart. He took a deep breath and then exhaled gently, holding back his tears, and adjusted himself After getting emotional, I went back to bed and lay down. This night was a night of insomnia.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Mo Yinian's thoughts began to wander. He thought of the jujube tree in the imperial garden. He planted it himself. Will someone water that jujube tree after he leaves?Will it wither?He also thought of the dragon chair in the meeting hall, he had carved a bastard on the back of the chair, wondered if the emperor's uncle would stare angrily when he found out when he ascended the throne in the future?And the luminous pearl that was missing from the national treasury should still be sinking in the pool behind the bookstore. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival of a certain year when he took it to the pool to catch a frog and accidentally fell into it.

It turns out that he has established so many connections with the palace unconsciously, but so what, there is no place for him here, even if he doesn't fight or grab, even if he pretends to be crazy.

Mo Yinian really didn't understand why his father wanted to pass on the throne to him. He was only one year old at that time, so what could he accomplish?If he had adopted a child from another clan at that time, he might be stronger than him today.

Just after dawn, the little eunuch who had been waiting outside the house to announce the good news whispered next to the door: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up and wash up."

Mo Yinian's thoughts were chaotic all night, he only squinted for a while, his head was slightly dizzy when he was woken up, he took a medicine given by the old master, stood up and sat for a while before saying: "Come in."

Announcing the good news, he pushed open the door, and called his followers to bring in the washing things, and when everything was finished, he moved to the palace gate.

The gates of the palace were full of people, and the puppet emperor still had to give face when he went out. The ostentation and aura of the farewell couldn't be less. This was the majesty of the royal family.

Civil and military officials were neatly divided, standing on both sides of the palace gate, one on the left and one on the right, and a maverick walked through the middle as if no one else was there. The man walked towards the carriage with a serious face.

Who else would dare to be so informal in front of the emperor.

Mo Han walked up to Mo Yinian, raised his hand in a salute carelessly, and before Mo Yinian could say no, he straightened up and said, "The emperor is going out for the first time in 17 years, but the minister is because of the imperial court. I have so many affairs that I cannot go with the emperor, I am really ashamed."

For this uncle, Mo Yinian always maintained a respectful attitude, saying: "The uncle is out."

Mo Han continued: "Thanks to the emperor's forgiveness, I was relieved."

Mo Yinian kept smirking.

Mo Han said again: "This time the trip is far away, and it is inevitable to be tired by boats and vehicles. Fortunately, there are many novelty things on the road, and the emperor can relieve his boredom. After this time, the emperor will surely become different, and when the time comes, he will be able to rest assured. The military power has been returned."

Whatever you say, he doesn't have anything to say, Mo Yinian showed the standard royal demeanor, stretched out his hand and patted Mo Han's arm twice: "Uncle Lao will take care of the court affairs. "Although Mo Han has always taken care of it.

Mo Han didn't speak, but lowered his head.

After going through the scene, Mo Yinian was about to get into the carriage. Before getting into the carriage, he turned his head and took one last look at the palace. He looked around and saw the old national teacher standing far away in front of the main hall, with his hands put into his sleeves, and he was also looking at the palace. with him.

Mo Yinian smiled slightly in that direction, and said silently in his heart: "Old Teacher, goodbye!" Then he jumped into the carriage.

The trip to the border town has started.