After reconciliation, marrying a medical concubine and bringing cubs to crown the whole capital 200 What should I do if my father-in-law hates him because he has nothing?
200 What should I do if my father-in-law hates him because he has nothing?
I didn't want to tell Mo Shaohua at first, but since he asked, there's nothing wrong with taking this opportunity to make it clear.
She told the story of how she traveled through time, but did not talk about what happened in modern times.
That kind of past is the last thing she wants to think of. Every time she accidentally thinks of it, she feels ironic and disgusted.
It's just that those things are like gangrene that invades the bones and eats the flesh, but they can't be erased. She still thinks of them from time to time.
After hearing what Bai Linran said, Mo Shaohua fell into deep silence.
The sound of carriage wheels and the sound of horse hooves mixed with the sound of footsteps outside was not quiet, but Bai Lianran and Mo Shaohua could clearly hear each other's breathing.
Mo Shaohua frowned deeply, as if there was something that made him extremely sad and annoyed.
Feeling the suppressed anger, Bai Linran raised her hand and waved it in front of him, "What's wrong? If you don't believe what I said, I still think it's too ridiculous. I just think it's ridiculous so I won't tell you. If you insist on asking, I won't.
Are you shocked?"
Mo Shaohua grabbed her hand, put his soft little hand to his lips, and pressed his dry and warm lips against the back of her hand.
"No, I just thought of something."
Mo Shaohua thought that his little girl had experienced his ability, but in the end, she was her then but not her.
He thought he was the chaste and fierce man she called him, but now he is, but not really.
The little girl didn't say anything, but he himself was a little at a loss and a little embarrassed.
It's just that it's hard for a grown man like him to talk about chastity, and it would seem too pretentious to talk about it.
A dry and soft warmth came from the back of her hand. Bai Lanran watched him kiss the back of her hand, and asked with some confusion: "What did you think of?"
"nothing."
Mo Shaohua bit her finger gently and changed the subject, "I don't want the throne anymore. Please stay with me forever."
The little girl said that she didn't like the palace. In the past, he was burdened with hatred and responsibility and could not agree to her.
Now that he knows all the truth, he can relieve his heavy burden and live the life he wants with his little girl.
Bai Ranran was stunned for a moment, looked at him for a long time, frowned and asked: "Is it because you don't want it anymore, or are you trying to accommodate me?"
If it was to accommodate her, she would be a little shocked.
She never had any life-or-death illusions about love, she only felt that it was dispensable in life.
Something is the icing on the cake, nothing is harmless.
She didn't dare to think about that kind of vigorous and undying love, and she wouldn't allow herself to hope for it.
She always thought it was nonsense to love the country but not the beauty.
Mo Shaohua didn't answer. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. He opened the car curtains and looked outside. "We're going into the city. You go to bed first when we get back to the palace. I still have some things to deal with."
Shu Qing should be at Prince Ning's Mansion now, and Emperor Chengde must have received the news.
By the time they arrived at the palace, Emperor Chengde had almost arrived.
When Mo Shaohua returned to Prince Ning's Mansion, Emperor Chengde had not yet arrived.
He first carried Bai Linran back to the bedroom, placed her gently on the bed, helped her take off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, and kissed her before leaving.
In the East Garden of Prince Ning's Mansion, dozens of guards were guarding the courtyard. The dim candlelight in the room shone through the window screen, and a slender figure was reflected in the window.
Shu Qing hasn't slept yet. Years of planning have been in vain. It's strange that she can sleep.
She sat on the soft couch, staring at the candlelight on the small table in a daze, her face expressionless, and her whole body had a cold aura.
Mo Shaohua stood in the courtyard and watched for a long time. The spring night was already a little warm, but he felt cold from head to toe, and the chill was running through his limbs.
The shadow in the room turned its head, as if seeing him through the window screen. The shadow could not see any expression, but Mo Shaohua felt that she was laughing, mocking, and laughing at his wishful thinking.
Mo Shaohua subconsciously wanted to escape, turned around and was about to leave, but saw Emperor Chengde walking over under the moonlight.
He stood silently under the moonlight, without saluting or speaking, and just watched quietly as Emperor Chengde walked over.
When he was young, he worked hard to make himself outstanding, just to please Emperor Chengde and use him to protect himself and the people he cared about. Later, he thought Emperor Chengde was his enemy and had no true feelings for him.
But Emperor Chengde has been guarding him secretly.
At this time, he looked at Emperor Chengde and felt guilty in his heart.
Emperor Chengde's steps were a little shaky and he coughed from time to time.
When he walked up to Mo Shaohua, there was no majesty of an emperor in his eyes, only the love of a father.
He patted Mo Shaohua on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. Go back and rest first. I'll talk to her."
"Yes." Mo Shaohua nodded, stepped aside, and watched Emperor Chengde enter the room.
The eunuch beside Emperor Chengde stood guard in the courtyard and saluted Mo Shaohua, but said nothing.
He had always seen Emperor Chengde's protection of Mo Shaohua, and he also understood that Emperor Chengde valued and loved Mo Shaohua.
Fortunately, fortunately, he hasn't made an unforgivable mistake yet.
Two shadows in the room were sitting opposite each other, and their conversation was not loud. Mo Shaohua could only hear the sound, but could not clearly hear what they were saying.
At first, the two people in the room could talk calmly, but then Shu Qing suddenly stood up, becoming more and more agitated, knocking out the candles on the side table and overturning the side table in front of her.
Mo Shaohua ran over quickly, pushed open the door, and protected the panting Emperor Chengde behind him.
Emperor Chengde patted Mo Shaohua's arm, a little weakly, "I'm fine."
Seeing the scene in front of him of a loving father and a filial son, Shu Qing laughed. At first it was a low breathy laugh, but then the sound became louder and louder, abruptly breaking the silent night, and he wanted to destroy everything with his teeth and claws.
She looked at the father and son in front of her with a ferocious face, gritted her teeth, "A father is kind and a son is filial, it's really heartwarming. Old thing, your illness is because the son in front of you poisoned you. How about it, are you surprised? A father is kind and a son is filial, but it's so sweet."
It’s really good.”
Mo Shaohua's face was calm, not showing the slightest hint of panic, but he still didn't speak.
Emperor Chengde did not speak. He just looked at Shu Qing quietly for a while and murmured sadly, "Let Qin'er go, and let yourself go."
After he finished speaking, he let out the breath he was holding in his heart, turned around and left the room.
Mo Shaohua looked at Shu Qing with a complicated expression for a while, raised his eyebrows, followed Emperor Chengde and turned around to go out, closing the door of the room with his backhand.
"Send it off to Father."
Emperor Chengde was waiting for him, his face glowed blue-grey under the moonlight, and he looked like a lamp that had run out of oil.
"Okay." Mo Shaohua walked to Emperor Chengde and followed him half a step slower.
"The emperor is actually a kind of punishment. It is difficult to be an emperor. Everyone thinks that the emperor is above ten thousand people, has the power of life and death in the world, and has supreme rights. Ahem..."
Emperor Chengde's health itself was not good, and it was getting worse day by day.
His poor health was not entirely due to Mo Shaohua poisoning him, most of it was caused by himself.
Mo Shaohua had not poisoned him before. He had poisoned him a few days ago in order to set up the sixth prince Kang Wang, but he had already taken the poison.
Mo Shaohua raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then landed on his back, gently comforting him, "If my father is feeling unwell, please stay here tonight."
Emperor Chengde did not mention the poisoning, and neither did Mo Shaohua.
"No, I still have things to do when I return to the palace." Emperor Chengde smiled reluctantly and continued what he just said, "Actually, the emperor has no choice but to check and balance the officials in the court, and sometimes he has to be coerced by the officials, and he also has to check and balance the harem.
, to fulfill one's duties and continue to produce heirs. I know that the children will fight each other for this position, but I have to watch them fight to choose the most suitable successor for the imperial court."
He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe I'm too useless, ugh~"
Having reached the front yard at this time, Emperor Chengde stopped and looked at Mo Shaohua, "No need to see him off, let's go and rest."
"My son, I will take you out of the mansion." Mo Shaohua insisted on sending him out, but Emperor Chengde did not insist on letting him rest.
Neither of them spoke again for the rest of the way.
Mo Shaohua stood upright outside the gate of Prince Ning's Mansion, watching the emperor get into the carriage and watching the carriage go away.
He didn't turn back until the carriage disappeared from sight.
In his mind, Emperor Chengde was indeed not a capable emperor, but he could still be considered a good emperor.
Although the Dazhen Dynasty was not prosperous under his rule, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
Mo Shaohua has been running for that throne for many years, and he unswervingly believes that he can sit in that position, and has no doubt that he can make Dazhen more prosperous and powerful.
However, now that he has lost his yearning for that position, his ambition is gradually disappearing.
Emperor Chengde knew that he had poisoned him. Even if it did not hurt his life, hurting the dragon's body was a serious crime.
He didn't say anything tonight, and there's no guarantee that he will be punished tomorrow.
It may not be possible to grant a fiefdom.
He had to go back and discuss with the little girl what to do if his father-in-law disliked him for not having anything in the future.