Zhao Mocheng did not have any emotional ups and downs when he heard the emperor's words. After he was silent for a moment, he confirmed that the emperor had finished speaking, and then said: "The emperor has recognized the wrong person. I am Zhao Mocheng, not the Chen Mo in the emperor's mouth. Chen Mo... I died of the bandit's hand more than ten years ago."

The emperor sighed and asked, "Do you hate him?"

Zhao Mocheng didn't say anything.

This is someone else's family matter, and the emperor will make any judgments, but he just feels a little sorry and does not understand.

Wei Wan'er was the most beautiful beauty in Kyoto at that time. She had a very good temperament and was quite talented. She had a very good relationship with Xiaoyao Hou. She was a famous fairy couple in the capital and was the object of envy of many people. Among them, Doctor Liu was their loyalist. He loved to listen to their stories, watch them show their love, and learn from them to treat their daughter-in-law as much as they were.

Not only that, Xiaoyao Hou was extremely dedicated to his love. When Wei Wan'er and the others were in love, some people also sent beautiful maids to Xiaoyao Hou's mansion, all of which were famous and famous. However, Xiaoyao Hou not only refused to accept it, but also became furious and taught those people a lesson.

The emperor also tried to get married for Xiaoyao Hou without knowing it, but Xiaoyao Hou would rather disobey the imperial edict for Wei Wan'er. But even such a person didn't know what medicine he took, fell in love with another woman, and became more and more cold to his original wife.

At the beginning, I didn’t know if it was guilt or something, but I was still looking at Wei Wan'er everywhere. However, over time, perhaps the guilt became indifferent, and he treated his original wife more and more wantonly.

It was rumored that when Wei Wan'er died, there were many storms in Kyoto. But when flowers are not as popular as a hundred days, how long can a woman's affairs be passed on? When new things that attract their attention happen, Wei Wan'er's affairs will be easily left behind by them and gradually forgotten.

The emperor had long forgotten Wei Wan'er, and even subconsciously thought that Xiaoyao Hou's wife was originally Meng Xiaolan.

Until I saw Zhao Mocheng.

He looked at Zhao Mocheng, suddenly remembered many things, and sighed helplessly.

"What is your purpose in suddenly entering Beijing to become an official this time?" the emperor asked.

This is by no means a simple inquiry.

Chen Mo is also the child of Xiaoyaohou, and this child is extremely talented. When he "dead", he was already unparalleled among his peers, not to mention that he lived with resentment for so many years.

Zhao Mocheng said: "Change the name of my minister."

"Change your name?" The emperor was puzzled.

He originally thought that the purpose of this guy entering the capital was to make Xiaoyao Hou's life restless, and then replaced it, but he didn't expect that it was just for an inexplicable reputation.

Zhao Mocheng said slowly: "Because my mother did not die from an accident, but from humans."

"Man-made?" the emperor asked in shock, and a person with doubt flashed through his mind and roughly guessed the reason.

Zhao Mocheng had a cold smile on his lips and said, "Your Majesty, do you remember what the Eighth Prince said in the court that the minister often met assassins? That was not a rhetoric for the ministers, but it was true. Assassination before completely hiding his identity is just a common occurrence."

"They dreamed that they wanted to die."

The emperor's throat was updated and he didn't say anything.

Zhao Mocheng quickly returned to his calm look and said, "Your Majesty, you are the wise ruler, the master of the integrity and love of the people. Xiaoyao Hou is your favorite minister, so you can rest assured that I will not harm them, nor will I hurt them. From beginning to end, I just want others to know that my mother did not die of a bandit."

The emperor silently asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

He just asked casually.

Zhao Mocheng shook his head, smiled gratefully at him, and said, "Your Majesty, thank you for being willing to help me after so many years. But I want to let everyone see the truth about this matter in person."

The emperor paused, not knowing what he was thinking, and then suddenly asked: "What about after rectifying your mother's name? If you hurt Chen Ran, will Xiaoyao Hou still ask you to return to Xiaoyao Hou's Mansion?"

Zhao Mocheng's smile froze and said, "I am only hurting the assassin, not Chen Ran. I have never even seen Chen Ran's face. But these are not important anymore, because if my mother's name is still alive, I will take my wife to travel around the mountains and rivers, and retire to the mountains and forests, and will no longer meet Xiaoyao Hou in this life."

"But why? That's your father!"

"But my father just sat here, and for the sake of him and another woman's child, I hated me so much that I wanted to kill me, and wanted to cut me into pieces and crush my bones and ashes.

The emperor, although I suffered from leg disease and was once a disabled person, my senses were not bad. I could feel that my father in the court had seen me many times, but he hated me every time. Even the emperor recognized me, but he didn't even feel anything.

Emperor, he has long forgotten me and mother. You said, why should I recognize such a father?"

There was blood hidden in Zhao Mocheng's calm words. The emperor's throat moved again and again, but he still said nothing.

Zhao Mocheng obviously didn't want to continue this topic. Seeing that the emperor had nothing to say, he stood up and said he would take his leave. This time, the emperor did not stop him again.

He already knows what he wants to know.

It turns out that the gods are jealous of beauty. Such a beautiful person is gone just like that. Fortunately, he still had a glimmer of hope when he saw Zhao Mocheng.

...

When Zhao Mocheng left the palace, he looked very confused.

When he noticed that the emperor switched to the show and watched the show, he knew that the routine had begun, from Xiaoyao Hou to him, and he had not even stopped. His clichés were not directed at one person. What he said just now was also what the emperor wanted to know.

It's obviously like this, but I still feel very uncomfortable.

How fast time passed, more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Mocheng once hated Xiaoyao Hou, but after so long, he even forgot what hatred felt. He just wanted to avenge his mother, just to make his mother's death clear, so that everyone could see Meng Xiaolan's face clearly, and let them know their mother's wishes and unwillingness.

But why do you still feel uncomfortable when you mention these things?

Zhao Mocheng suppressed this messy relationship and restored the serious man. However, his trance just now did not make him notice, and his eyes would look at him from time to time.

And the owner of these eyes is Xiaoyao Hou who left earlier than Zhao Mocheng.

He originally wanted to go back, but the more he thought about this, the more he felt unwilling to accept it. After wasting a long time in the morning court, he didn't even pull out a single hair from Zhao Mocheng, and he was "unfairly accused" in front of the emperor. He held his breath in his heart, and he really had no shame to go back.

He planned to put pressure on Zhao Mocheng when he came out so that he could understand his identity. But he didn't expect that what he waited for was not Zhao Mocheng with high spirits, but Zhao Mocheng with a dazed expression.

Could it be that the emperor kept him not to help him, but to scold him?

Xiaoyao Hou followed quietly, but after just after following two steps, he saw the person walking in front suddenly stop and hid.

A chuckle suddenly came along the wind. The young man with a slightly pale face turned around and accurately met the place where he was hiding. The expression on his face was extremely sarcastic and said, "Don't hide, I've already discovered it. Is it useful to be so cat?"

Xiaoyao Hou looked ugly and walked out of the hiding place. His eyes stared at him with gloomy eyes and said, "Sure enough, the weak look in front of the emperor is pretending."

Zhao Mocheng's smile sarcastically said, "Whether this is pretending is not determined by your mouth, but by my body and the emperor's partial belief."

"You..." Xiaoyao's head was full of anger, and he was about to lose his temper when he was stopped by Zhao Mocheng.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry and sick. There is still one paralyzed at home. If you are so old, you will have two paralyzed at home. I heard that the Marquis has married a wife and only one son in this life, so you have to pay attention. If you finish it, no one will take care of this family."

Zhao Mocheng looked at him sarcastically, ignored him anymore, and left with his tired legs. Xiaoyao Hou stared at him behind him, his face turned ashen, and his blue veins couldn't help but angrily trying to break through his skin and fight with Zhao Mocheng.

After he left, Xiaoyao Hou snorted coldly and left, his desire to destroy him was ten thousand times ten thousand times strong.

No, this time I not only want to destroy him, but also want him to die without a place to bury him and die in the most vicious torture in this world!

When he went back, there were still people waiting at the door of his house for him to return home. The woman he loved deeply was standing at the door looking forward, waiting anxiously for her husband to come back.

Xiaoyao Hou's fatigue dissipated at this moment. He walked up with warmth and shouted softly: "Xiaolan..."

Meng Xiaolan grabbed Xiaoyaohou's clothes with an anxious expression, stared at her anxious and red eyes, and asked: "Didn't you say yesterday that you would report this to the emperor when you were in the morning court today? What's the result? What's the result? Did the emperor punish Zhao Mocheng and seek justice for our son?"

The smile on Xiaoyaohou's face was slightly stiff, and he rubbed her head and said gently: "Xiaolan, don't worry. The emperor said he would help us deal with this matter. Why are your eyes red? Is there no rest? Our son..."

"Do you still have the face to mention your son?" Xiaoyaohou's concern was interrupted by Meng Xiaolan's cold voice.

She looked at him coldly, as if she had suddenly changed someone, so strange that Xiaoyao Hou dared not approach: "Your son is bullied like this. Your father is a marquis who can't even avenge his son. Zhao Mocheng is just a newcomer who has been in Beijing for half a year, and you are an old man who has been in Beijing for decades, and you can't even beat a young man who has not grown up. Chen Haoguo, you are so useless. I really misread you back then!"
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