Axiu sat down in front of her excitedly, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water and said: "Princess, Lord Lin's imperial army and the Seventh Prince's 400,000 troops joined forces and beat Prime Minister Hua to the point where he was beaten to death, pissed, and the palace was in chaos.

Got it."

"What about brother?" Mo'er asked anxiously.

"The prince is even more brave. I heard that he intercepted Prime Minister Hua's reinforcements at Jiajing Pass and defeated them at the foot of Huhe Mountain."

Ah Xiu said extremely proudly.

Mo'er breathed a sigh of relief, her heart that had been hanging around for the past few days finally settled down.

This month's Han Palace is located deep in the palace, and the news is blocked. I'm afraid those demoted concubines still don't know the news.

She sat in front of the window, looking at the fiery red maple leaves in the courtyard, and felt quiet for no reason.

The country is at peace and the years are quiet. Will the happiness she has been waiting for become a reality?

Not many days later, the emperor visited Yuehan Palace in person and issued an imperial edict to settle the unfair injustice for her. The queen was deposed, and Prime Minister Hua was convicted of plotting rebellion and annihilating the nine tribes.

On the day of the execution, I heard that there was blood staining hundreds of miles and the noise was violent. Many people who went to watch said the scene was too horrific to watch.

The emperor was dressed in bright yellow robes and stood high above. He could hear the shouts of the mountains below, but suddenly he felt empty in his heart.

Yesterday, he moved to Tianmang Palace, and she was basking in the sun in the courtyard. The midday sun shone warmly on her body, and her whole figure seemed to be floating.

He told her that he wanted to make her his queen, but she knelt in front of him and said that she looked down on fame and fortune and only wanted to travel around the world.

He knew that she would never forget that person, and he would never be in her heart.

He kept guessing who the person in her heart was, until the Seventh Prince, still wearing his military uniform, asked to see him late at night. He knelt in front of him like her, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Eighth brother, I have helped you seize the kingdom. Now I just want to ask you to find someone. From now on, I will roam the world with you, and we will be the companion of gods and immortals."

He already had a bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, he heard Ye Hen say in a sonorous voice: "Mo'er."

It turned out that the person she had always liked was his seventh brother. It turned out that he had met earlier than they knew, but it was the seventh brother who finally entered her heart.

He had never been so humble before. He pulled Ye Hen's clothes and said, "Seven days, if you let me stay with her for another seven days, I will give her to you, okay?"

That night, he stayed awake all night. The rice paper under his hand was soaked with ink, and the words on the paper were made of iron and silver.

The cries of crows have not stopped in the city after the moon sets, and it is too early to wake up without sleep. The frosty courtyard is timid, the heart is quiet, and the red curtain is around. Who knows this feeling?

She would never know that he had loved her so deeply.

****

Mo'er was sitting in the courtyard, and Axiu quietly handed over a note.

On the light-colored paper was his powerful handwriting: I have asked the emperor for you. Wait for me for seven days, and I will pay a large sum of money to the King of Li to marry you.

She folded the small note, folded it again, and the smile on her face reflected the redness of the pool of autumn water.

She silently counted the days, one day, two days...

On the fifth day, a large number of guards suddenly poured into Tianmang Palace. The leader was Gong Deqian, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice. He was a veteran of the three dynasties. In this palace chaos, he and several elders were unable to help.

few.

Just when Mo'er didn't know why they came, Gong Deqian had already said sternly: "The brave concubine who actually consorted with foreign enemies must be punished for her crime."

"Fornication with foreign enemies?" Mo'er frowned and said, "Master Gong, are you mistaken?"

Gong De Qian snorted coldly, "If you hadn't informed me in the palace, how would the Li Kingdom know that my city was empty? The Li Kingdom's crown prince Mo Yao led his troops to attack the border and wanted to take my Chu Zhao Zi Su. How could you explain it?

"

"Brother...Brother, is he going to attack Chu Zhaoguo?" Mo'er seemed to have been hit in the head with a stick. She staggered twice and was about to fall down. Axiu hurriedly supported her and cried: "Princess."

"No, how could my brother...how could my brother..." She said twice in a row, but she could no longer speak. Her eyes were empty and she didn't know where to wander.

Gong Deqian thought she was afraid of crime and said loudly: "Come here, take this demon concubine to the heavenly prison to wait for the holy order."

A group of people rushed up to capture Mo'er. Axiu opened his arms to protect her and said, "Don't touch my princess."

"Even this little girl was taken into custody."

"Who dares?" A small shout suddenly rang in everyone's ears. Gong Deqian hurriedly turned around and knelt down: "I bow to the emperor."

Seeing the guards kneeling down one after another, Mo'er just stood, looking at him blankly as if through a layer of fog.

The emperor frowned and slowly walked down the steps. He came to her and stretched out his hand to take her hand, but she took a step back and asked with tears in her eyes: "What is going on?"

"Mo'er." He called her name and took her hand forcefully, as if comforting but also heartbroken, "Gong Deqian is right, Mo Yao has indeed raised 400,000 troops, and is currently fighting Seventh Brother's army on the outskirts of the city."

"Why is brother doing this? He just helped Chu Zhao?" Mo'er shook her head in disbelief.

"Mo Yao is not like King Li. He has always been ambitious. He has been meaning to raise an army for a long time, and this time it just gave him the name to fight." The emperor felt a twinge in his heart when he saw her sad eyebrows.

It's true that Mo Yao is ambitious, and he himself is wary of Li's growing strength. This confrontation is inevitable.

"Your Majesty, is this really the case?" Mo'er looked at him with disbelief: "The birds are gone and the bows are hidden, the rabbits are dead and the dogs are cooked. All of this must have been expected by you and the Seventh Prince."

"Mo'er." Her despairing and desolate eyes hurt him deeply. He held her hand tighter, but could only say these two words.

"Your Majesty." Gong Deqian knelt behind and said: "Following the ancestral system, the daughter of an enemy country shall be punished for her crime. Please give Zhaoyi three feet of white silk."

Mo'er looked at the emperor intently, and saw a melancholy look on his handsome face, and even the deep wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be filled with pain. After a long while, he said: "Secure the Tianmang Palace first, and then wait for a while."

Discuss again."

Mo'er smiled softly, brushed his hand away, and slowly knelt down: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The war lasted for who knows how many days. She heard from the young eunuch in the palace that the Seventh Prince had won many battles. The day before yesterday, he had just sent a large number of Li soldiers to the foot of Silent Mountain, and the Li soldiers had lost tens of thousands.

The anxiety in her heart was piling up day by day. No matter it was Ye Hen or Mo Yao, she didn't want anything to happen to either of them.

Just a few days ago, she was imagining the scene where the two of them would meet their father and brother. Unexpectedly, they would be at war with each other in an instant. No matter whether they won or lost, how would she and Ye Hen get along with each other in the future?

She became ill from long-term worry and could not afford to fall ill.

She was so sick that day that she suddenly felt hands touching her forehead. She opened her hazy eyes and saw his deep and gentle gaze. She suddenly felt that this gaze seemed familiar to her. She closed her eyes and suddenly

Remembered.

She was young at that time, only five or six years old. She rescued a little boy in the desert, and the little boy's eyes were so similar to his.

Is it him? Is it him?

She stretched out her hand feebly, and as soon as it reached the air, he caught it in his hand. She asked in a weak voice: "The smoke in the desert, the sun setting over the long river, is that you, Kefeng?"

Suddenly there was moisture in his eyes. She remembered it, she finally remembered it, but...what's the use? Time flies, but it can't cope with the changes in circumstances.

He took her back to his Weiyang Palace and found a medical woman to treat her. He stayed by her bedside day and night until she could barely eat some food.

Because he took care of him, he moved almost all the affairs of the court to his palace, and even all the official meetings were held here.

That day, she was not sleeping deeply, and vaguely heard a quarrel coming from outside. She struggled to get up, and through the crystal curtain and several screens, she heard him roaring angrily: "Are you threatening me?

"

His Highness, the senior ministers who were kneeling on the ground, headed by Gong Deqian said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the country of Li has rebelled and troops are approaching the city. The daughter of the country of Li is guilty of an unforgivable crime. If the emperor does not kill the demon concubine, I sincerely request you to resign immediately.

, retire and return home.”

"You...you..." The emperor's young face turned red, and Yun Qian looked at him worriedly, fearing that he would be so angry that he would break his body.

OK, you go.

He was almost about to say this sentence, but these were all the founding heroes of the country, and they were indispensable to Chu Zhao's country. The late emperor was wise, so how could he be ignorant and ignorant?

But if he was asked to kill Mo'er, he would never be able to do it.

He raised his hand and pointed at these people... After a long while, he finally sat back on the chair extremely tired and said in a weak voice: "Let me think about it."

Mo'er stood behind the beaded curtain with a faint smile on her lips. No matter what he decided in the end, he had done so much for her, so how could she blame him.

If it were anyone else, she would have died countless times.

She held on to the carved door edge and was about to go back to bed to rest when she suddenly heard someone reporting an emergency.

"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince not only repulsed the enemy army and killed the enemy general Mo Yao on Wanggaopo, but also took advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy and attack Li State. The king of Li State and the three concubines in the palace all hanged themselves from beams in Mocheng."

The emperor suddenly sat up and said nervously: "Who allowed you to report it?"

After saying that, he hurried to the back room, opened the crystal curtain, and passed several screens. He saw Mo'er with his back to her, seeming to be sleeping soundly. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, returned to the palace and said sternly: "

If Zhaoyi knows about this, you will definitely be killed."

Mo'er giggled on the bed, and her tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Her chest was heaving violently, and even she didn't know how many thoughts passed through her in such a short period of time, including sadness, anger, panic, despair, and even hatred...

She clenched her fists tightly and dug her nails into her palms, as if someone was stabbing her heart with a knife until blood dripped from her heart.

Ye Hen, is this how you fulfill your promise to me?

You killed my brother, you forced my father to death, and you destroyed our country.

Are you really doing all this just because you can't help it?

She bit her lip until blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She remembered that when she was in the desert, her father liked to hold her in his arms and call her little girl, and her brother liked to put her on his camel and call her crazy girl.
To be continued...