Phoenix Queen

Menghua Palace——

"emperor."

A nine-year-old boy was so frightened that he immediately put down the bamboo stick in his hand when he heard the sound, stood up abruptly, smiled at the woman, and wiped his muddy hands on the golden dragon robe. After a few strokes, he scraped off the soil with shoes embroidered with dragon patterns, re-buried the ant holes dug out with bamboo sticks, and stomped his feet a few times. After a few movements, the boy's whole body was already dirty and stained. Wiping his face a few times with hands full of mud, he lowered his head and said, "Mother."

It was a woman wearing a red peony dress, with a golden paint on her forehead depicting a flourishing peony. She looked only in her thirties, but she gave off a very old-fashioned look. The woman took out a handkerchief, Walking towards the boy, "You are the king of a country, you must not be the same as the children of the people, do you know what the clothes you are wearing represent? How can you get dirty so easily, you..."

"Ah!" The boy pointed behind the woman in shock and shouted, "Uncle Mo."

The woman turned around, but there was no one behind her. When she looked at the boy again, the muddy child was no longer around her. She sighed lightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of the woman's eyes could be vaguely seen.

The woman threw the silk scarf in her hand, "Bastard!"

Years of majesty startled the maids around them, and they knelt down on the ground together, "The queen mother calms down."

"What about the emperor?"

Just now everyone's eyes were diverted by the little emperor's 'ah', no one noticed the little ancestor, now the queen mother asked, no one could answer.I had to lower my head lower and lower...

Although the queen mother was very angry, her good upbringing did not make her yell at her, only the flourishing peony on her forehead looked deformed due to frowning...

The wide red sleeves flicked slightly, "Put on your clothes and go back to the palace!"

"Huh!" The little emperor patted his chest and let out a long breath. Fortunately, he climbed fast, otherwise he would inevitably be cursed and just wanted to get off the tree.But he found that the hair was stuck by the resin, and he couldn't pull it out, because the branches shook, and the leaves fell down, turning his head into a bird's nest.

Uh……

How to do it?Did you yell for help?No way, he is still an emperor anyway.How embarrassing it is to look like that, and more importantly, if this look is brought up in front of the Queen Mother...

Shaking his shoulders, he felt scared just thinking about it!

Just don't think about anything, go to bed, anyway, in the tree.No one can find it, and the sun doesn't shine.Not to mention how comfortable it was, the little emperor closed his eyes sweetly.

After three hours...

The sun is setting and the sky is full of stars.

"Where's the emperor? Did you find it?" The queen mother was full of anxiety. Although the emperor was a little mischievous on weekdays, he had never returned to the palace to pay his respects like today.

"Subordinates. Subordinates..." He hesitated and didn't know what to say.

From his tone, the queen mother knew that the little emperor hadn't been found yet.He took off the phoenix hairpin on his head, and slammed it heavily on the guard's face, "Hurry up and look for it..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The guard stood up, ignoring Feng Chai's bloody face, half-bowed as he walked and retreated.

The queen mother walked back and forth impatiently, guarding the little emperor's bedside, not daring to leave for half a step.

sand...sand...sand...

The sound of a wheelchair passing by.

The Empress Dowager's eyes immediately lit up, and she greeted her from the dormitory herself...

The man sat quietly on the wooden wheelchair, with a pale face, slender fingers, and slightly lowered almond eyes. He was dressed in a brocade robe as green as Cangshan, with a dark black dragon jade hanging on his waist.

Standing on the left and right sides of the wheelchair was a man in blue and a woman in purple. They looked nothing more than seventeen or eighteen years old. They carefully pushed the wheelchair forward...

The noisy dormitory fell silent in an instant, and everyone watched the wheelchair slowly approaching in a daze, not even daring to breathe too fast, as if they were afraid of disturbing the man in green that day.

Summer nights are extremely hot, even the occasional cool breeze brings heat, but the place where the wheelchair passes will always bring a chill, the cold is not really cold, but just a feeling ...

This...is the reason for Mr. Lvhan...

The queen mother took a few steps forward and stopped two meters away from Mo Chenyi. She didn't dare to get too close, because she was afraid of being hurt by the coolness, and she was afraid of desecrating the ginseng green...

"Chen Yi, Ai's family is going to look for you." Summer turned into winter, and the Empress Dowager tightened her red peony dress.

"Queen Mother." Mo Chenyi was indifferent.

The purple-clothed woman behind Mo Chenyi said, "Queen Mother, my son has asked the guards, and the emperor has never left the palace."

Lanzi Lanzi continued, "My son, please rest assured that the emperor is still in the court and nothing will happen."

After reporting, without waiting for the Queen Mother to speak, Mo Chenyi nodded indifferently, and Ziyi and Lanyi behind him pushed him back.

If it was someone else, the Empress Dowager would definitely be angry because of this neglect, but Mo Chenyi's behavior was not only unbearable, but also made him a bit more like a banished immortal, as if he was born to be like this...

When the rustle of the wheelchair disappeared, the heat returned to the room.

The empress dowager's fiery heart gradually calmed down, since Mo Chenyi said that nothing will happen, then the emperor must be safe...

This kind of belief is a kind of belief, and it is Mo Chenyi's inborn magical power...

"Zi Yi, Lan Yi." Mo Chenyi blinked his almond eyes lightly.

Ziyi and Lanyi replied, "Yes, my lord."

Years of tacit understanding has allowed Ziyi and Luyi to know what Mo Chenyi is thinking without telling him.

The two jumped up the tree together, one on the left and one on the right, holding the little emperor's arms.

"Aiyo." The little emperor yawned loudly after suffering the pain, opened his eyes leisurely, and rubbed his eyelids in disbelief, "Sister Ziyi, brother Lanyi?"

Ziyi giggled, stretched out her finger and nodded the little emperor's head, "You, I didn't even know that the Queen Mother was looking for you, and the sky was turned upside down."

Lan Yi patted the little emperor's head fondly, "You slept so soundly, there were birds flying out of your hair just now."

"Really! Really?" The little emperor tugged at his hair, and grabbed a handful of leaves and a feather. A child is always a child. Even being an emperor can't hide the child's nature. The little emperor's face is full of Annoyed, she held the feather and pouted, "I didn't even see this little bird that made its home on my head! It's so face-saving, how dare the emperor make a nest on his head?"

Ziyi and Lanyi looked at each other and smiled when they heard the words.

"Oh! It hurts, my hair..." Zi Yi and Lan Yi saw the sticky gum.

"Zi Yi, Lan Yi."

As soon as Mo Chenyi opened his mouth, two figures, one purple and one blue, jumped down from the tree together.

"Huh!" The little emperor was shocked, "Aren't you going to get me down?"

Seeing that he was ignored, the little emperor straightened his face, and thrust his small hand into his waist, "I am the emperor, I... no, I order you to save me... no, save me."

All the guards in the palace went to look for the little emperor, the imperial garden was searched back and forth more than a dozen times, and now there are no guards, the little emperor was noisy and noisy, but no one answered.

Mo Chenyi was put up on the treetop by Ziyi and Lanyi, and sat side by side with the little emperor.

After seeing Mo Chenyi, the little emperor immediately stopped making noise, smiled and rubbed the mud coat on Mo Chenyi's body, "Oh, why did I forget my hair?" The little emperor was in pain.

"Tell the Queen Mother." Mo Chenyi didn't look at Lan Yi and Lan Yi under the tree, "There's no need to look for it."

The slender white fingertips twirled around the little emperor's hair, and the gum easily let go of the little emperor's hair.

The little emperor hugged Mo Chenyi with a smile, and slipped into his arms, "Uncle Mo."

"Tell me." Mo Chenyi asked lightly, "What are you going to say to me that day?"

The little emperor stopped laughing, playing with the dark black dragon jade on Mo Chenyi's waist, when the nine-year-old child put away his smile, he showed a different maturity, "I am not an emperor."

"Isn't it good to be an emperor?" Green brocade robes surrounded the little emperor, blocking the flying mosquitoes for him.

"It seems that many people think that Lu Han is very cold, and being an emperor is good." The little emperor held Mo Chenyi's slender hand and leaned against his face, "Actually, Uncle Mo's hand is very warm. The emperor is not so good either."

Mo Chenyi's face didn't change at all, he sat indifferently, listening to the little emperor's rambling.

"I'm used to the cruelty and ruthlessness of the court, how could I like this?" Mo Chenyi has always known that this child is not simple, "Others dare not say it, but how could I not know... I was able to become the emperor, and killed all my brothers and uncles, and even the death of my father... It was not simple, and all my sisters also went to other countries to make peace, and now Menghua can succeed the king The royal bloodline is only me...the queen mother's goal has been achieved." The little emperor slipped deeper into Mo Chenyi's arms, "but...the present mother queen has never slept peacefully for a day."

A shallow sigh overflowed from the tip of Mo Chenyi's nose.

"Uncle Mo, you don't like the imperial palace either!" The little emperor hugged the ginseng light shadow beside him tightly, "The reason why Uncle Mo keeps it is to protect the people of Menghua from the pain of war and the pain of other countries. Bullying, right?"

"Uncle Mo, you and I both know that Menghua will perish, and the world will be unified, don't we?"

Whether it is looking at people or things, this nine-year-old child is born with a wise man's sensitivity. If he makes good use of this sensitivity, then he will become a generation of outstanding emperors.

In many cases, the little emperor's foresight has far surpassed that of many champions and ministers, but...he knows how to hide mang very well, except for Mo Chenyi, everyone regards him as an ordinary child...

"With me here, Menghua will not perish the country." Without lofty aspirations, these words are as plain as plain water, with the unique indifference of Mr. Lu Han, and more precisely, Mo Chenyi's prediction. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)