The Demon Lord's narrowed eyes moved from Mu Yunsang's face to Mu Yunsang's chest.
At the corner of his mouth, an evil smile appeared.
"Since you want to be my mother, don't wait for the next life. You will be your mother in this life. Come on, take off your clothes and feed me!"
After saying that, he grabbed Mu Yunsang with a big hand and pulled Mu Yunsang to him. He buried his head into Mu Yunsang's chest and started to move randomly.
The itching was unbearable, Mu Yunsang giggled, hiding and begging for mercy.
"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, I'm not serious, my son is still watching, gurgle, itch, don't mention it, ah, bastard, son, don't look at any evil, devil, itch..."
However, he completely ignored her protests and became more and more violent until...
"Wow……"
A moment ago, the little devil was laughing happily. At this moment, he probably realized that his welfare was being taken over by others, and started crying in protest.
The increasingly ambiguous atmosphere was instantly interrupted by the hysterical cry. They looked at each other with a bit of invisible disappointment on their faces. They were almost ready to have sex again, this naughty kid.
"Don't cry, don't cry, baby don't cry."
The Demon Lord began to coax the child gently, with a tone that made Mu Yunsang's skin crawl, and at the same time she felt very jealous.
But deep down in my heart, I was filled with joy.
She was very grateful to him, really very grateful, and thanked him for loving the little devil as his own son.
She also thanked him for not abandoning her past and taking over his future.
She was even more grateful to him for letting her meet him.
What is happiness? Happiness is actually very simple. I love you and you love me. That's enough.
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Mu Yunsang's happiness is so simple, but some people's happiness is eventually shrouded in pain because they want too much.
In the capital, Prince Gong lost power, and the emperor's health became worse and worse day by day. Originally, he just contracted a typhoid fever at the end of October. Maybe it was because he was old, but he couldn't get better. As the weather became colder and colder, the emperor was getting sick more and more.
Unfortunately, I have been bedridden for the past few days. As a matter of course, the government is controlled by the prince alone.
The emperor's move undoubtedly strengthened his position. From now on, there will be no other candidate for the crown prince but the prince.
The Crown Prince controls the government, which naturally suppresses Prince Gong's power. Prince Gong's mother-in-law and grandfather have encountered obstacles in the court these days. The Crown Prince deposed the Crown Princess on the pretext that the Crown Princess had an affair with a guard, and took the Crown Prince with him.
Master, he was accused of being a proud girl and was demoted to the third rank. Now he only holds a sinecure and does not have much real power in his hands.
The prince can't even deal with his own people, let alone Beichen Yixuan's people.
The emperor is seriously ill and bedridden. His deadline is approaching. All matters, big or small, are decided by the prince. There is no need to ask him for instructions. In other words, the emperor has handed over the world to the prince in advance.
In the past few days, people in the government and the public were in panic. Prince Gong and his followers were the first to bear the brunt. In the mornings for several days in a row, the prince used various reasons to demote or dismiss his officials. The remaining people were also in danger.
, it is difficult to protect oneself, the world is obviously already the prince's.
In just six months, since the Crown Princess ran away, the Emperor's temperament changed drastically. Instead of blaming the Crown Prince, he began to reuse the Crown Prince and neglect Prince Gong. This change was seen by everyone and confused in everyone's heart.
The most puzzling among them naturally belongs to Prince Gong’s mother, the Imperial Concubine.
Such as Feng Palace and Hetai Palace.
It was broad daylight, but candles were lit, and the flames danced, scorching the whole room like a steamer, making it unbearably hot.
In the middle of the Hetai Hall, a purple-red figure sat upright, with two palace maids waiting on the side, and in front of him stood a mage from the Western Regions wearing a ghost mask. Now he was jumping back and forth in a pile of flames, with a scroll wrapped around his palm.
Wearing a long white linen cloth, he held a large bowl in his left hand. Inside the bowl, bright red liquid could be faintly seen.
I saw him put the hanging piece of white linen cloth into the big bowl, then took it out and started to dance a weird ghost dance around the candle. After dancing for a while, he put the blood-stained linen cloth on the candle and burned it until the blood cloth was burned away.
Then he rolled some out of his palm and let it out, repeatedly staining it with blood, burning it, staining it with blood, and burning it. When all the white linen wrapped around his palm was burned away, he finally stopped dancing, held the alms bowl, took off the ghost mask, and respectfully
He knelt down and asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, the incantation ceremony has been completed."
"When will he die?"
The imperial concubine asked with eagerness and murderous intent in her eyes.
The kneeling man below replied: "Don't worry, Madam, this blood curse uses the blood of ninety-nine and eighty-one widows, plus linen soaked in five poisonous water for three years, silently reciting the cursed person's name a thousand times
It was burned eight hundred times. Such a poisonous curse will cost the villain's life, but as long as the empress has settled the villain's family, the villain will not hesitate to die for the empress."
"Is it really that smart?"
"In five days at most, His Highness the Prince will be together with the villain, and his soul will be gone."
"Five days!" Narrowing her eyes, the imperial concubine flashed a flash of evil coldness, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her expression was cold and gloomy, "Five days, Beichen Mofeng, compete with my son for the throne, hehe, hehehe, hehehe
hehe!"
She naively thought that the master of lowering his head who had been recruited from among the people by her father and the ministers of the bodyguard could really kill Beichen Mofeng through these evil tricks. She never expected that five days later, it would not be Beichen Mofeng.
The death date is the moment when her imperial concubine’s glorious days come to an end and her desolate days begin.
Five days later, the imperial concubine was waiting to hear the news of Beichen Mofeng's death, but what she was waiting for was an imperial edict from Jiang Chen, the eunuch in charge of the emperor.
"The imperial concubine listens to the decree."
She was apprehensive, half happy and half sad, not knowing what kind of decree Jiang Chen came to convey. She only hoped that Jiang Chen was the one conveying the decree to the crown prince, and that the emperor wanted to make Prince Gong the prince and her the queen.
She knelt down to receive the order. Because of her nervousness, the nails on her hands hidden under her sleeves almost dug into her flesh.
"By God's blessing, the emperor summoned me and said that the imperial concubine Mei Yulan was practicing witchcraft in the palace to persecute the prince. Her heart is evil. Now she is deposed from the title of imperial concubine and is thrown into the cold palace. She will never be able to live in this world."
She fell to the ground, her face turned pale, and she instantly seemed to have aged by more than ten years.
Shaoqing suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the imperial edict, and almost went crazy reading it from beginning to end.
"No, no!"
The emperor's handwriting was correct, and every word and every stroke was familiar to her.
But she absolutely didn't believe that although the emperor didn't come to her very often recently, and he no longer stayed overnight when he came once in a while, he was still affectionate and friendly to her, and treated her like a guest.
The Emperor would not do that. Even if she really did something like that, the Emperor would definitely want her to confront her and make her clear before punishing her. This would never be the case. She didn't even admit it personally, so he ordered her to be punished.