Rebirth: Sick Jiao Regent is a clinging spirit every day

Nuo Da's palace is gorgeous and extravagant, but also air-conditioned.

A man sat on the dragon chair on the steps, wearing a bright yellow gold silk dragon robe, with a handsome face.

There is not the slightest similarity with Mu Chengyan, the whole person reveals shrewdness and calculation, not the slightest gentleness.

Mu Chengyan's figure was thin, and he saluted slightly, with a very respectful attitude, "Father..."

"Brother Prince is really putting on airs. Father has been waiting here for so long, why are you here now?"

It was the second prince Mu Chengde who spoke, who was the most respected by His Majesty the Emperor, and also the most beloved son of Mu Yuting.

It's just that for some reason, he was not promoted to be His Royal Highness, but a sick man was made His Royal Highness.

When Mu Yuting announced it to the world, everyone was shocked!

Mu Chengyan, a weak and sick young man who is about to die, actually sits in the position of the prince?

No matter how dissatisfied the princes are, they dare not disobey their father's order.

Mu Chengyan nodded slightly, and said in a very soft voice, "Recently, I often feel dizzy and weak, so I'm late, father...don't blame..."

Mu Yuting had a loving face, "Well, Ah Yan, my father doesn't blame you, my father just wants to tell you one thing."

Mu Chengyan, "Father, please tell me."

"The state of Song is ready to move. I want to send someone to find out the news, but there is no one to choose. The only person my father believes in is you."

"Ayan, are you willing to go? If not, forget it, Father will find someone else."

"I am willing, father...cough cough..."

In the previous life, Yuan Qi State suffered a tragic defeat and the city was destroyed. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he knew that the people were displaced and the entire country was in ruins.

Mu Yuting nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, as expected of the crown prince chosen by me personally, you pack up and leave tomorrow."

Mu Chengde smiled triumphantly, "Then I wish the crown prince's brother a triumphant return as soon as possible."

It would be best if he died in the Song Dynasty, so that he would be able to inherit the crown prince in a legitimate way, but this sick man will not live long.

Mu Chengyan pulled a cold smile from the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, second brother."

After living a new life, wouldn't he not know Mu Chengde's true thoughts, but there are many things that cannot be explained.

He just wanted to protect Yuan Qiguo well.

"Brother Prince, I want to go with you."

The young man's cold voice sounded, standing at the last position was the Seventh Prince Mu Chengyu.

She was dressed in a black robe, embroidered with dots of golden silk patterns, her face was cold and noble, with a hint of immaturity.

"Cheng Yu, don't mess around."

Mu Yuting frowned in displeasure, and reprimanded him sharply.

Mu Chengyu lowered his eyes, he just wanted to follow the prince brother...

Mu Chengyan took two steps forward, and gently rubbed the young man's head, "Ah, good boy, the prince's brother will be back in two months, you stay in the palace well, my brother will bring you delicious food back .”

Mu Chengyu was only a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, his eyes shone brightly when he heard delicious food.

"Brother Prince, I will obediently wait for you to come back."

The elder brother of the prince is the best elder brother to him, the other elder brothers love him and ignore him, only the elder brother of the prince, who patiently teaches him knowledge.

"Come back? Can he come back? With his sickly body, he might die in Song Dynasty."

"Mu Chengyun!"

A voice carried coercion, and everyone dared not speak.

As we all know, their father's favorite Huang Zi is this sick man.

I don't know what's so good about Mu Chengyan, he doesn't look like them at all, but looks like a troublesome beauty, where is there any masculinity?

Weak and weak, unable to resist with their shoulders, unable to fight with their hands, if they really became the king of a country, they, Yuan Qiguo, would definitely become the laughing stock of the other eight countries.

Mu Chengyan lowered his eyes, "Father, don't need to be angry, the third brother is used to speaking freely."

"Ayan, with your father around, no one can bully you."

Mu Yuting's face was distressed, he really looked like a good father who loved his son.

"Thank you father..."

Mu Chengyan coughed twice, turned and left the hall.

The white clothes are like snow, and the back is lonely. For more than 20 years, it seems to be alone forever.

Mu Chengyu looked at that figure, and couldn't help but chase after him.

"Brother Prince, wait for me."

If he grows up in the future, he must protect the prince brother.

No one can bully his prince brother.

All the princes left one after another, leaving only Mu Chengde.

"Father, if you let him go to the Song Kingdom, doesn't that mean you let him go to die?"

Song Guoben is a wolf capable of tigers and leopards, one of the three major powers in the Kyushu mainland, Mu Chengyan is just a crown prince in name only, and has no self-defense skills...

Mu Yuting had a smirk on his face, "He is a dying person, why not make good use of him."

Otherwise, wouldn't it be in vain to be His Highness the Crown Prince for so many years?

What's more, he and Song Guo had already reached an agreement...

"De'er, don't worry, you are the next His Royal Highness, and you will do what the father promised you."

Mu Chengde was stunned for a moment, a chill gradually came over his heart, and he nodded blankly.

"Thank you father..."

For so many years, he has never understood this man, his biological father.

Not far away, two figures, one black and one white, walked slowly on the path of the palace.

All kinds of flowers and plants are planted around, and there is a fragrance everywhere.

Mu Chengyu held Mu Chengyan's hand. Although he was much smaller than Mu Chengyan, he was about the same size as Mu Chengyan.

"Brother Prince, how long are you going, Ayu will miss you."

There was a gentle smile in Mu Chengyan's eyes, "I'll be back in two or three months, Ayu, be obedient, don't cause trouble, don't make my father angry again."

Mu Chengyu rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Understood, Brother Prince, without you in the palace, there is no one to play with Ayu."

"Ayu must study hard..."

The soft voice drifted away like a feather, getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in the palace.

Not far away, under a tree, stood a woman, looking at Mu Chengyan's back, with a vicious light on her face, her hands were tightly grasping the dead wood.

The next day, at the gate of the palace, only a few people came to see him off.

Mu Yuting did not come in person, but sent a guard.

Wearing a black robe, his cold eyes were emotionless, like a machine.

Mu Chengyan didn't feel too disappointed, if he left, the queen mother must be very happy...

The queen mother must hate him very much, otherwise... she wouldn't have poisoned her own son into such a state.

Mu Chengyan smiled wryly, he... Maybe he shouldn't have come to this world...

"He went to Song State, will he not come back?"

"It's really pitiful. After finally becoming His Royal Highness, he is going to die now."

The guards at the gate shook their heads and sighed. His Highness the Crown Prince is also a good His Highness. He loves the people like a son, is well educated and reasonable, but he is a short-lived ghost.

Now that he was sent to Song State again, he probably won't be able to return.

Mu Chengyu lay in Mu Chengyan's arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Brother Prince, you have to come back early, Ayu will miss you."

Mu Chengyan wiped away the tears from the young man's eyes, the only thing Yuan Qiguo himself could not bear was this younger brother.

"Ayu, brother is gone, you must be obedient."

Mu Chengyu cried even more fiercely, as if crying out all the tears in his life.

A few sparse people walked out of the palace. Mu Chengyan was sitting on the horse in white clothes. The wind blew gently and rolled up the corners of his clothes.

On the tower, stood two figures.

Mu Chengde put his arms around his chest, looked at the people below, and moved away from his sight bit by bit.

"You said... will that sick man come back?"

Mu Chengyun chuckled lightly, "I can't say for certain about this, the emperor asked him to go to the Song Dynasty, isn't it just to make room for you?"

"Why? Could it be that the second brother is reluctant?"

Mu Chengde turned around and went down the tower.

Isn't he just a sick child?

To die is to die.

It happened to give him a seat, and he couldn't wait for it.