A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 678 The Moon Shines Alone
Since the empress of the Wei Dynasty lost power, the court officials were eager to take sides. Nagule always felt that he would die in a long night and never wake up again. But his mother comforted him by saying that the day would always dawn and the Khan would come to save him.

In the past few years, Nagule had been bullied and scolded by palace servants in Yongxiang every day when he opened his eyes. Not only had he never had a full meal since he could remember, he even had to sleep in the corridor without clothes.

The ignorant children of a few years old did not understand what a palace coup was.

Until that year, the empress returned to the court. It was the reunion festival on August 15th. The bright moon in the sky was dazzling white, round and bright. The cold moonlight shone on the young Nagule.

Nagule remembered it very clearly. On the full moon night of that year, when he was bullied by the palace servants in Yongxiang as usual, in order to protect the puppy he picked up from being captured, skinned and eaten, he held the puppy in his arms and curled up its tiny body on the wet floor tiles, with his curly hair splashed with stinky slop.

Because it had just rained, the ground was full of puddles and mud. The little eunuchs who were surrounding and abusing him were laughing shrilly and tearing his clothes, trying to snatch the puppy from his arms, but he suddenly heard a voice.

It was a doll in military uniform, holding a bow and arrow. She shot an arrow, which hit the hand of the little palace maid who was touching his leg.

Nagule looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky reflected in the puddle in front of him, as well as a small figure running towards him not far away. Her yellow clothes shone in the water, making the water sparkle. That was the moment when he was closest to the moon in the sky.

As she stepped on the puddle, she shattered the reflection of the full moon, and her figure appeared in front of him. The moon in the water was shattered, but his bright moon... seemed to be within reach.

A little kid who was more than a head shorter than Nagule walked towards them with the full moon on his head. He was wearing a pastry yellow brocade robe with a black collar. His round face, which looked like white dough, was adorned with a flower crown. He had a pair of big, bright amber eyes and exuded an air of arrogance and domineering.

He was still wondering which general's child was so bold that he dared to stay in the palace with a bow and arrow, and even committed a crime in the palace for a hostage like him who was as lowly as a dog or a pig?

I'm afraid the child is doomed to die.

As a result, before Nagule had time to chase her away, he heard the guards beside the baby shouting and whistling, saying that Her Royal Highness the Princess had arrived.

The palace maids who had been so arrogant just now suddenly knelt down and bowed to His Highness respectfully.

The little kid spoke with a dignified and murderous tone: "These people bullied their colleagues. They will be dragged to the court and punished with fifty strokes of the cane."

Before she finished speaking in her tender and crisp voice, the yellow-robed guards beside her said in unison, "Yes!"

She immediately took action and carried away the several palace servants and eunuchs surrounding Nagule. Someone threw himself in front of the little girl and begged for mercy, but she simply stepped back and dodged, adding impatiently: "This person intends to assassinate me, be beaten to death."

The imperial guards who responded to the noise dragged the young eunuch away, threw him to the ground after he had taken a few steps, and broke his neck with a stick.

A shrill wail stopped abruptly as soon as it rolled out of the neck.

At this moment, Nagule's young heart was greatly shocked. It turned out that...the Khan his mother had mentioned would really come to save him?

However, this little Khan who came down from the sky was completely different from what he had imagined. These two words could save him from danger, but also kill him in a split second.

He's like a tyrant.

The little crown prince in front of him looked like a white porcelain doll, only three or four years old, wearing a black riding suit, a yellow shirt, a beautiful bun, and a small braid hanging from the back of her head. She didn't have any clothes that symbolized royal status, and even her small round face like a full moon was relaxed, very approachable, and mature for her age. Nagule was stunned by her show. He had been a slave in Yongxiang since he could remember. He was born as a hostage of Rouran, merged into Dangxiang, and served in the Western Wei Dynasty. He lived under someone else's roof, so he was used to being bullied, but he didn't expect that one day... he would meet such a little tyrant to stand up for him.

Fearing that he would be the next person the little tyrant wanted to kill, the young Nagule dared not say a word and just hugged the puppy tightly in his arms. He had no idea whether the tyrannical little girl in front of him would want to play tricks on him like the palace servants, or whether she had other ways of punishing him to make his life a living hell.

But the little kid thought he was frightened, so he walked up to him as if no one was around, stretched out his little hand towards him who was curled up on the ground, and changed his stern tone to speak softly, patiently guiding him:

"My name is Yuan Jixiao, which means dawn. What's your name?"

The three words "it's dawn" broke the heavy shackles in Nagulu's heart. At this moment, he looked at the little girl in front of him... with a sincere smile, and the full moon behind her, and felt a joy he had never felt before.

That night, the Eternal Lane was no longer dark and boundless. He really saw his bright moon. She was such a cold-blooded and murderous crown prince. She was ruthless like an emperor at such a young age, but she was gentle to him alone.

Just like the bright moon, shining on him alone.

From then on, Nagula began to look forward to dawn, and the day broke.

He said timidly and with difficulty: "Nagule."

Looking at the little girl's sincere big amber eyes, Nagule responded to her uncontrollably, wanting to grasp her only hope.

The little boy walked up to him with a smile, and pulled up the boy who was curled up on the ground by the hand, but then he noticed the bared puppy in his arms, and withdrew his hand awkwardly for fear of being bitten.

"Nagule? What a difficult name to pronounce. Aren't you Han Chinese?"

At that time, Nagule was only one year older than her. As a mixed-race of Rouran and Xianbei, he was born with a big frame. Even though he was bullied when he was growing up, he was still more than a head taller than the little princess.

When he was supported by her warm little hand, Nagule smelled the scent of precious spices coming from her body. He withdrew his hand in inferiority, shrank his shoulders and stepped back, lowered his head and stared at his dirty feet, mumbling:

"I am a Rou...Dangxiang." He did not dare to say that he was a northern barbarian, even though Rouran had already perished.

As he stepped back, the kid took a step forward and said with a smile, "Master, you just taught me this Qiang phrase, 'Na Gu Le Ji', does it mean something good? Don't you have a Chinese name?"

The crown prince of the empire in front of him, apart from calling himself "Gu", was not at all arrogant, and the tone he spoke to him was casual, as if the two had known each other for many years and were equals.

"In Chinese, it's called... Wu Yu. My mother hopes that I will have no worries or disasters."

"Hey? My nickname is Wuyou, which is very similar to the meaning of your name."

The Eternal Lane that night was dark and boundless, just like Nagule's past days and nights. Only her appearance - Nagule's tragic life started with his mother, the Queen, but ended with her. His bright moon finally took pity on him that night.