The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

300 years ago, the country was in turmoil, and the Mu family of the God of War family helped the emperor Ming Yin win the throne. Since then, the country of Shunzhi has been prosperous and the people are peaceful, with abundant grain and people living and working in peace and contentment.

The country was originally ruled by the Mu family, but the Mu family had no desire for the throne. They only wished to protect the throne from generation to generation. In order to show their loyalty, the Mu family set up family rules. When necessary, they could only be regents and not ascend the throne.The Emperor Taizu also made a rule that once the descendants of the Mu family come of age, they will all enjoy the title of the royal family. The main line of the Mu family is not under the jurisdiction of the royal family.

In the 28th year of Tianshun, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation of the Imperial Palace, Tianshun Emperor Mingchao (reading the first sound of zhao) was dying. Mo Wang Mu Beimo sat in front of the bed and listened to the emperor's last wish.

"Ahem, ahem, Beimo, today I called you, yes, ahem, I want to ask you something." Emperor Tianshun leaned on the bedside, coughing continuously, his thin face was pale.

"Your majesty, Beimo will definitely do his best." Mu Beimo's beautiful face showed no expression.

"Beimo, cough cough...you know that the person I can't let go of in this life is Yang'er, cough cough...now that Yang'er is still young...you will be the regent in the future...cough cough...Yang'er...since childhood ...I have been close to you since I was a child...Now I entrust him to you...ahem..." Ming Chao held Mu Beimo's hand and spoke intermittently, feeling a little agitated.

"Please don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely take good care of Yang'er." Mu Beimo's cold face only showed a trace of tenderness when Ming Yang was mentioned.

"Also... there is one more thing. In the Ming Dynasty...the main branch of the Ming Dynasty...can only have boys...but...but every man...can...everyone can have children...this matter has not yet been discussed with Yanger... Mention it to Yanger, you...in the future...after Yanger understands the matter...tell him...ahem...under my... pillow... there is a letter...to Yanger...for me Leave it to him...remember...to...one..." Ming Chao uttered the last word with difficulty, then dropped his hand suddenly, and swallowed his breath like this.

Although Mu Beimo was shocked by the news that Mingyang could have a child, he couldn't allow him to think too much at the moment, so he hurriedly summoned Director Yuan to deal with the funeral.

"Director Yuan."

"The slave is here." Yuan Yi's shrill voice was choked with sobs.

"Chuan all the ministers enter the palace, invite the prince to come, ring the mourning bell, and announce to the world. The Ministry of Rites, Luan Yiwei, and the Department of Internal Affairs will jointly handle the funeral. Send the Forbidden Forest Army Yang Mu to strengthen the security of the imperial city." Mu Beimo's face He ordered with an expression.

"Your servant obeys." Yuan Yi turned around and thought about it, his voice was mournful and sharp, "The emperor has passed away!"

"The emperor has passed away!" Director Yuan gave a mournful long cry, and the voices came out of the palace one after another, and the palace was covered with dark clouds for a moment, followed by the mourning bell.

"Prince! Prince! It's not good! The emperor, the emperor is dead!" A eunuch roared and stumbled into the Chonghua Palace.

"Bang!" Ming Yang, who was drinking tea, shook his hand, and the teacup fell to the ground with a bang.

"You, what did you say?" Ming Yang trembled all over, tried to stand up twice but felt powerless, and fell back to his seat again.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has passed away! Please the prince express his condolences!" The eunuch lay on the ground trembling.

Seeing Ming Yang's agitated look, the two maids rushed over to support Ming Yang.

"No, no, why did Emperor Father suddenly disappear? You must be lying to me! I'm going to Emperor Father's palace, yes! Emperor Father must be joking with me!" Ming Yang pushed the supporter away. Looking at his maid, she stood up with difficulty and ran towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation, followed by a group of eunuchs and maids hurriedly.

Ming Yang rushed into the hall, "Prince, please give me condolences!" All the ministers had already arrived and were kneeling on the ground to mourn silently. When they saw Ming Yang enter the room, they hurriedly saluted.Ming Yang looked over the kneeling crowd as if he hadn't heard of it, and looked at the brightly lit big bed, where his dearest father was lying quietly on it.Ming Yang rushed over to grab his father's hand, but it was cold and stiff.Only then did Ming Yang realize that his father was really gone.

"Father, why did you say you don't want me? Father, wake up soon, okay? Yangyang will be good, Yangyang will be obedient, wake up soon, okay?" He couldn't shed a single tear, but his heart ached so badly that his only relative left him.

"Yang'er." Mu Beimo gently pulled Ming Yang away, "Brother Beimo, father, father, is he really gone? Tell me, tell me this is fake, right?" Ming Yang clutched Mu Beimo's sleeve tightly, trembling all over, almost unable to stand up.

"Yang'er, I'm so sad." Ming Yang heard the truth from Mu Beimo's mouth, but his eyes went dark, and his body uncontrollably fell into Mu Beimo's arms.

"Hurry up, ask the imperial physician to go to the East Palace!" Mu Beimo picked him up, ran out of the door anxiously, and went to the East Palace using Qinggong.

"Quick, quick, call the imperial physician! The crown prince has fainted!" The little eunuch beside him shouted anxiously.

Mu Beimo gently put him on the bed and touched Ming Yang's smooth face. After two years of not seeing each other, his son Yang has grown up.

Ming Yang had a long, long dream, dreaming that his father loved him, loved him, and tolerated his petty temper.Suddenly, the father said to him: "Yang'er, the father is going to a far, far place, you are alone in this palace, you must take good care of yourself, the father is gone, take care of Yang'er."

"Father! Father!" Ming Yang watched as his father's figure faded away, and he couldn't grasp it at all. Mingyang could only watch helplessly as his father's figure turned into a cloud of air, drift away.

"Father!" Ming Yang woke up from his dream, and Mu Beimo who was beside him hurriedly helped him up.

"Brother Beimo? Father! My father is gone!" Mingyang covered his face and sobbed, Mu Beimo hugged him into his arms, and gently patted Mingyang's thin back.

"Don't be sad, brother Beimo will always be with Yang'er."

"Yang'er, this is the letter your father entrusted me to give you, let's have a look!" After Ming Yang regained his strength, Mu Beimo handed the letter to Ming Yang.

Ming Yang took the letter and opened it with trembling hands.

Dear my son,

Yang'er, the royal father is about to leave first, even though there is a lot of reluctance in my heart, it can't be against God's will.Father appointed Beimo as the regent and entrusted you to him. You must live well.Father knows that Yang'er is hopeless in political affairs, so Beimo will take care of Yang'er.If Yang'er encounters an adventure in the future, he must go to the secret room of Zangshu Pavilion to find the answer, and the mystery of Yang'er's life experience is also included.My son take care.

Father Emperor's Book.

"Royal father!" Ming Yang tightly grabbed the letter paper in his hand, lowered his head, weeping uncontrollably.

"Yang'er, don't be sad. This king has already prepared someone to bury the emperor. Tomorrow is the day when Yang'er ascends the throne. If you make your face cry, tomorrow will not be beautiful."

"En." Ming Yang leaned against Mu Beimo's arms, sniffing the scent of tea on his body, and felt a little calmer.

Mu Beimo and Ming Yang changed into mourning clothes and came to the funeral hall.At this time, Ming Yang could not shed a single tear, but he wanted to cry with the ministers.

All the ministers knelt in the funeral hall until dawn, and the next day, they all changed into Jifu to attend the crown prince's enthronement ceremony.

"Following the fate of the heavens, the first emperor ordered that the crown prince Mingyang was born intelligent and talented in governing the country. I will pass on the throne to the crown prince. Considering that he is still young, I specially named Mo Wang Mu Beimo as the regent, and this is my honor." The crown prince ascended the throne. The grand ceremony was held in front of the late emperor's coffin.

"The child leads the order!"

"The minister receives the order!" Mu Beimo and Ming Yang stepped forward to receive the order together.

"I am enthroned today, named Shunzhi, and amnesty the world. May my Shunzhi country be prosperous, prosperous and peaceful." Ming Yang showed no expression on his face.

"Long live the new emperor! Long live the regent!" All the ministers bowed, and after reading the new policy and the adjustment of the officials, the officials of the Ministry of Rites announced that everyone would go to the ancestral temple for the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

"Please move the new emperor to the ancestral temple and perform the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven!"

Ming Yang came to the ancestral temple, and after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, he was exhausted and paralyzed.

"Yang'er, you're exhausted!" Mu Beimo took off the heavy hair accessories on Ming Yang's head.

"En." Ming Yang leaned against Mu Beimo's arms, and after a while, he snored lightly.

Mu Beimo put him on the bed, turned around and went back to Prince Mo's Mansion.

"My lord, but the poison in the body has recurred again?" The shadow guard saw the master coming back with his hands on his chest, and hurried to help him.

"No problem." Mu Beimo sat down on the chair.

"The day after tomorrow is the day of the full moon, the poison has been spreading faster recently, how can this be done? I'll go find Mr. Xiao right now." An Yi said before going out.

"An Yi, it's so late, don't bother Yue Chu, call Mo Xihe over here!"

"Yes, my lord."

"Hey, Beimo, did you see someone?" Mo Xihe walked into the house and sat on a chair carelessly.

"Yeah." Mu Beimo couldn't see any expression on his face.

"I heard from Anyi that your poison has relapsed again, let me help you suppress it!" Mo Xihe looked serious.

"Well, it's troublesome." Mu Beimo accepted the internal force from Moxi and felt the pain in his body eased.

After finishing the work, the two sat at the table and drank tea, "Are you really going to tell him?"

"Well, since there is no possibility of detoxification, then I can't express my heart to him. If it happens in the future, I'm afraid he will be sad." Mu Beimo looked at the tea in his hand, expressionless.

"That's true, then why don't you cherish this short time?" Mo Xihe took a sip of tea and smacked his lips.

"I don't want him to be sad." When Mu Beimo mentioned him, there was tenderness in his eyes.

"Then why are you not afraid that he will still be sad when you are gone in the future, why not give him a good time and create a good memory for the two of you."

"Hehe, if someone like an older brother who treated you very well since childhood suddenly said that he has liked you for many years and wanted to be with you, how would you feel?"

"What if he also has such thoughts about you?" Mo Xihe slammed his teacup on the table and said angrily, if he likes it, he likes it, why are he so scruples?

"I hope." Mu Beimo looked in the direction of the palace, the expression on his face was covered by shadows.

[The author has something to say: Because the story line is wrong, the stupid author decided to rewrite it. 】