Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

When Ling Youyao woke up, it was already bright outside.

The dazzling sunlight fell on the unmelted snow, reflecting layers of crystals, and the sycamore trees in the courtyard shook off their white snow, revealing their original appearance. This long and difficult winter finally passed.

The room was quiet, and the sunlight shone on the painting through the window lattice, making the people in the painting more ethereal and illusory.

Ling Youyao stretched out her hand to touch the sun, and seemed to feel a little warmth.Suddenly, she smelled a bitter smell of medicine and turned her head to look, only to find that Fu Mingjue was standing in the distance holding the medicine and watching her for a long time.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Hearing her voice, Fu Mingjue withdrew his drifting thoughts, walked in, put the medicine bowl beside the bed, and said, "Drink the medicine you just brewed while it's hot."

Ling Youyao froze for a moment, remembering that she fainted outside the hospital last night, she frowned and said, "I don't want to take medicine."

"Be obedient," Fu Mingjue picked up a spoon and brought it to her mouth, coaxing gently and patiently, "Sun Fuzhi said that you are suffering from the cold, so you need to be healthy."

Even though Ling Youyao felt nauseous when she smelled the medicine, she still bit the bullet and drank it.

After drinking the medicine, Fu Mingjue stuffed her with a candied fruit: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The sweet breath washed away the astringent taste on the tip of her tongue. She shook her head, looking at his black and white eyes, she felt something was weird, but she couldn't put it into words.

Fu Mingjue avoided her gaze without any trace, pulled the quilt for her again, and said, "It's coldest when the snow melts, so don't go out today, just lie down on the bed."

Ling Youyao blinked suspiciously: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"It's nothing." He didn't want to say more, but when he inadvertently glanced at Ling Youyao's flat belly, he paused suddenly, and his eyes became complicated and deep.

Although it was only for a moment, Ling Youyao still noticed his abnormality, grabbed his hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fu Mingjue suppressed the strangeness in his eyes, and muttered: "Jiang Zhou has already gone to Mu Guogong's mansion today, and he is expected to leave Zongzheng Temple in two days."

Ling Youyao felt that there was something in his words, so she just watched him quietly, waiting for him to continue talking.

Fu Mingjue's expression was slightly concentrated, and his eyes fell on her lower abdomen again.

Ling Youyao noticed his gaze, looked down, but found nothing special, and asked suspiciously: "Why are you staring at my stomach? Could it be that I have a terminal illness?"

"No."

"Then why are you always hesitating when you speak today?"

When asked here, he was silent again.

Seeing his appearance, Ling Youyao felt like a cat's paw scratching her heart, she snorted softly, and pulled her hand out displeasedly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Fu Mingjue looked at her swollen appearance, and said helplessly: "Sun Fuzhi said that you need to rest at ease now, and not get tired, so as not to move your fetus."

"What?" Ling Youyao was stunned, and unconsciously caressed her lower abdomen with her hand, and it took a long time to recover.

Her sunflower water this month hasn't come yet, she thought it was just a few days late, but she didn't think she was pregnant.No wonder Fu Mingjue behaved so strangely, he was also hesitating, right?Hesitating whether to keep the child or not.

Thinking of this, her eyes gradually darkened, and she asked with a trace of vigilance: "Then do you want this child?"

In Fu Mingjue's eyes, her cautious temptation was particularly dazzling. At this moment, he suddenly had an answer to what he had been struggling with all night.

In the past, he took the overall situation into consideration and never thought about the child, nor did he want to see Ling Youyao suffer those pains, but when she asked that sentence, he was very reluctant.

In fact, he also wanted to take a look at Yaoer when he was a child.
He didn't speak for a long time, which made Ling Youyao uneasy, she silently moved back a little, and said: "I know you don't like children, but I do, if you don't want to—"

"Who says I don't want to?" Fu Mingjue pulled him back and explained, "The nuns in the palace often say that a woman giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell, and I don't want to see you suffer this kind of pain. "

"I know all this, but I'm not afraid at all," Ling Youyao stretched out her arms and leaned into his arms, "At least I can still talk to him after you leave."

Fu Mingjue gently covered her lower abdomen, leaned against her forehead and said: "The battle in the northern border is urgent now, and His Majesty is still in a coma. Once you leave Zongzheng Temple, such a peaceful day may not be possible. I'm sorry, I don't You should have to bear this alone."

"But I'm not alone now," she smiled and kissed the corner of his lips, "you can do whatever you want."

At first, she also thought about staying in Zongzheng Temple forever, but every time she thought of the picture of Fu Mingjue trying to hold the sword in the middle of the night, she knew that they would leave sooner or later.

Now this day has finally arrived, even though it is hard to let go, what should come will always come.

He was born in the royal family, so he should put the world first, how could she keep him because of her own selfish desires?
The short-term dust can only dim the pearl for a while, and when the dust dissipates, it is still shining brightly.
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Two days later, the reclusive Mu Guogong stepped out of the mansion again, but this time, he came to avenge Fu Mingjue.

The dragon chairs on Fengtian Hall were empty, and the courtiers standing below had different expressions and whispered in low voices. From a few words, it could still be concluded that they were talking about Duke Mu's actions.

His Majesty has stopped court for four days. During these few days, no matter who asked to see him, the eldest princess stopped him.But now, Mu Guogong personally went to the court to vindicate King Jing?It's ridiculous.

Cai Yuan straightened his body and stood at the head of the officials, looking at the dragon chair above which symbolized power, a sneer flashed across his eyes.

Mu Guogong wanted to reverse the case for Fu Mingjue, but His Majesty was still unconscious, so what if he had the evidence?As long as His Majesty is not awake, Fu Mingjue will be punished after all.

After today, Beidi's army will capture Tongzhou and head straight for the capital!At that time, no one can stop him.

Time passed by little by little, but His Majesty still did not appear.

Just as everyone was getting impatient and about to leave, a very long chant sounded leisurely outside the hall: "Your Majesty is here—"

Cai Yuan suddenly turned around, only to see that bright yellow figure walking slowly, the bright color almost dazzled his eyes.

how come?His Majesty clearly returned.
Before he had time to think about it, the surrounding courtiers knelt down and shouted "See Your Majesty" and "Long Live Your Majesty" in unison.

Fu Xiuyun, who stayed behind closed doors for a few days, appeared in the hall today, which was both surprising and joyful.

Cai Yuan's hands hidden under the big sleeves were clenched into fists, and a sternness flashed across his lowered eyes.Others couldn't see through the true face of His Majesty, but he knew that the emperor in front of him must be a fake!
He sent people to search for Luo Qiulin's whereabouts, and almost turned the entire capital upside down, but there was still no trace of her.

However, he ignored a place, a seemingly dangerous place, but actually the safest place - the imperial palace.

Cai Yuan determined that the person sitting on the dragon chair at the moment was Luo Qiulin, and just as he was about to stand up and break through her disguise, the face of the emperor above suddenly changed, revealing a look of pain.

Manager Li was taken aback, and quickly supported him: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Fu Xiuyun pressed his forehead, and said with difficulty: "No problem, pass on my order to let the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate re-examine the case of King Jing, and discuss other things later."

After making this decree, Fu Xiuyun couldn't hold on any longer, and was supported by Director Li to leave Fengtian Hall.

He came suddenly and left in a hurry, leaving behind only a decree to re-examine King Jing's treason case, which is hard to fathom.

However, there was one thing everyone had guessed: Fu Mingjue was leaving Zongzheng Temple.

The situation in the northern border is becoming more and more serious. If Fu Mingjue can regain military power at this time, it will undoubtedly be a good thing for Dayan, but Cai Yuan has never been a pawn at the mercy of others.

"Fu Mingjue wants to come out, so let him come out. It's a pity that such a person will stay in Zongzheng Temple for the rest of his life."

Cai Qi didn't know the meaning behind his words, so he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Cai Yuan sneered: "Let him kill the last two people for me."

"Who do you want to get rid of?"

He stared at the gray sky shrouded in beacon smoke to the north, and after a long time, he ordered: "Tell him, before noon tomorrow, I want to hear the news of the fall of Tongzhou."

Cai Qi was shocked, and replied: "Yes."

The black smoke lingering in the northern sky is getting closer and closer, as if announcing that this endless war is about to reach the capital.