The major events that happened in the palace kept many people awake all night. Mo Chuchen had to work overtime to accompany the elders to arrange the affairs of the new emperor. After Zhao Nan learned that he had won the throne, he just raised his eyebrows and stood next to the body of the late emperor.

After crying for a long time, he finally reluctantly accepted the proposal of the elders and held a coronation ceremony in seven days. As for the late emperor, he was buried in the imperial mausoleum three days later.

Facing an ending that was almost exactly the same as in his dream, Zhao Nan was once again glad that he had grounded Feng Qingling, otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble this demonic woman would cause.

"Father, my son is ashamed of you! My son is not as good as my eldest brother in martial arts, but I am not as good as my second brother in martial arts..."

Zhao Nan, who was lying next to the old emperor and crying bitterly, shouted in vain. His eyes flickered slightly, but there was a bit of cunning and cruelty.

Feng Qingling died suddenly three years after he was banned. Without her interference, he would have easily obtained the throne. Was that dream that year a coincidence or was it intentional?

"Your Majesty, I express my condolences. The country cannot be without a leader for a day. Our ancestors have stipulated that the enthronement ceremony must be held after seven days."

Mo Chuchen stood aside and watched Zhao Nan holding the late emperor's hand and crying bitterly. He couldn't help feeling that in the emperor's family, everyone was an actor. Zhao Nan should have known the final choice of the old emperor.

Zhao Nan's body froze. He could tell that the voice was Xia Xuan's. That ordinary, yet extremely evil man might have done something like Xia Xuan's doing to him when he was in the carriage.

Regarding the matter of ghosts and gods, Zhao Nan did not want to easily become an enemy of Xia Xuan. He wiped away his tears, said hoarsely, and said sadly: "The rules of our ancestors are absolutely irrevocable. Although I don't want to abandon my father, I can't.

If you don’t ascend the throne…”

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The major events in the palace had no other impact on the people outside the palace walls. In other words, as early as the moment the old emperor fell, the people in the city knew clearly that the country would finally fall into the hands of some prince.

Bar?.

After discussing with the elders about enthroning the throne, Mo was able to return home. I believe that many people could not sleep all night. Mo Chuchen originally thought that he should be an exception. After all, he was not loyal to the old emperor at all, but

He didn't expect that when he returned home, the house had been hung with white silk, and several servants were standing guard in the garden with sad faces.

Looking at it this way, come on, everyone is staying up late to see off the late emperor, and I really don't have the privilege to go to bed, otherwise I will definitely be slapped with a memorial the next day.

"Father."

In the past fifteen years, Xia Ling has grown from a babbling child to a handsome young man with outstanding talents. At this moment, in the dim night, Xia Ling is dressed in white linen, her hair is tied up meticulously, and her face is similar to Mo's.

Young and mature seriousness.,

"My son has heard about it. Everyone has changed into white clothes. You should also change into white clothes quickly. My son will join you..."

"The new emperor will ascend the throne in seven days. Ling'er, you can go back and prepare for this year's scientific examination. I can just watch here." Mo Chuchen pushed the person back to the study without any explanation. This Xia Ling is good at everything.

He is just too serious and looks like an old master in the academy. His favorite thing is to teach him.

Looking at the bright moon, Mo Chuchen let out a long sigh. He was obviously a little boy playing around with himself before, but after he came back from the academy, he became like an ordinary scholar, doing things in a rigid manner and very boring.

[What a pity, what a good kid he used to be] The little system got a headache just listening to Xia Ling’s voice. He was very good at eating, talking, sleeping, etc. He would even be criticized for being too lazy sometimes.

.

"Could it be that the characteristics of the wooden fish's head are hereditary?" Mo Chuchen was puzzled.

The moon was like jade, and the news of the emperor's death soon spread quickly. Those who were sleeping were called out by their friends. After learning the news, everyone hurriedly died. Overnight,

White cloth was fluttering throughout the city, and the atmosphere was mournful.

Time passed and a few months passed. No matter what methods the new emperor used, Mo Chuchen in the Hanlin Academy said that the old god was there. It was not that he was arrogant, but that the new emperor did not touch him at all, and even wrote the secret edict that he had originally written.

The responsibilities were also removed, and a new batch of candidates were appointed.

Therefore, Mo Chuchen was happy to be leisurely, walking around the Imperial Academy and then going home every day. Although this leisurely model had no real power at all, it was still a good way of life for the elderly.

On this day, Mo Chuchen returned to the house as usual, only to see Xia Ling had been waiting in the study for a long time. The candles lit in the study were flickering dimly. The study was filled with the smell of books and ink, and Xia Ling could not sit still.

The appearance came into view.

"Dad." Xia Ling looked at Mo Chuchen hesitantly, his eyes flashed with a fire called impulse, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was hesitating about something.

Mo Chuchen's eyes narrowed. He didn't know what kind of character his son was. If he was so hesitant, he might have to ask him to solve something that he couldn't do.

Thinking about it, Mo Chuchen said calmly: "If you have anything to do, just tell me. It's weird to look hesitant like this."

Xia Ling nodded, as if he had regained his courage, and said in a stiff tone: "My son wants to marry Linglong."

Mo Chuchen thought for a while, and his tone was neither angry nor agreeable. He just asked: "The oiran from Baiyuan Garden?"

Xia Ling's heart trembled. She didn't expect that her father, who traveled between the Hanlin Academy and home every day, would know this: "Yes, Linglong is a woman full of knowledge..."

"Ling'er, you have been an honest and well-behaved child since you were a child. I thought you would continue like this..." Mo Chuchen pressed his forehead with his hand, feeling a little helpless: "You need to know that this

The world is very harsh on women, let alone those in Baiyuan."

"I know that my request disappoints dad, but... I can't let her go anymore, dad! I will definitely marry her!" Xia Ling answered decisively.

"Then just wait. When you pass the exam, dad will promise you." Mo Chuchen chuckled: "If you can't even pass the exam, don't even think about marrying her."

"It's a deal!" Xia Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this answer. At the same time, he had new doubts. Why must he be admitted to the Juren Examination?

Why did he pass the exam? The answer is actually very simple. When Xia Ling passed the exam and went to Baiyuan Garden again, there was no oiran named Linglong in Baiyuan Garden. After learning the news, Xia Ling angrily approached her.

Mo Chuchen asked about Linglong's whereabouts, and Mo Chuchen asked someone to take Xia Ling to a small fishing village.

It turned out that when Xia Ling was preparing to take the examination, Linglong found another rich man, who was much more unlearned and unskilled than Xia Ling. Under Linglong's coaxing, he redeemed himself early.

Later, Linglong relied on a series of house fighting skills to bring down the concubine of the rich man, defeated the old lady, and successfully obtained a clean citizenship.

Then Linglong ran away with her money and identity, and she finally married a young man from a fishing village who fished, and lived a life of hidden merit and fame.

Most people really can't find out these things. Mo Chuchen started monitoring the oiran named Linglong as early as when Xia Ling proposed to marry Linglong, so now he knows Linglong's whereabouts.

Xia Ling was afraid that she was shocked by this incident, and she didn't know whether she was happy or depressed. After being decadent for several months, she never mentioned Linglong's matter again.

Time passed. When Xia Ling was twenty years old, Mo Chuchen arranged for him to marry the daughter-in-law of another family. After hesitating for a moment, he accepted the marriage. On the day of Xia Ling's wedding, Mo Chuchen also left the family.
Chapter completed!