The reborn prostitute will turn the sky

Chapter 478
Duanmuyue was convicted, taken out of the Golden Luan Hall, and sent to the prison.

The emperor didn't feel distressed at all, his eyes were full of coldness, he watched Duanmuyue being escorted out, his face was sombre and he didn't speak for a long time, after a long time, he said: "Today's matter is here, let's go."

Everyone was planning to leave the Golden Palace, Duanmu Ze got up from the ground with Wang Chenyang's support, and when he was about to leave, the emperor suddenly called him: "Old Seventeen, wait a minute, I have something to tell you. "

Duanmuze was stunned for a while, looking at the emperor, he didn't know why, why did he stop himself?
After Wang Chenyang and Duan Muze looked at each other, Duan Muze patted her hand and said: "You go out of the palace and wait for me, I will go back soon."

Wang Chenyang nodded and said, "Be careful."

Duanmuze coughed twice, nodded inadvertently, and then walked behind the emperor.

The emperor took Duanmu Ze out of the Golden Luan Hall and went straight into the Imperial Study.

In the imperial study room, the emperor was sitting on a chair, looking at Duanmuze standing there with his neck slightly shrunk, he seemed to be very scared, with a bit of disdain in his eyes, he couldn't figure out how such a wimpy person dared to stand in such a position. Disobeying his orders in front of many people?

"Old Seventeen, I don't know when you became so courageous that you dare not even listen to my words," the emperor said flatly, with no expression on his face, it was hard to tell whether he was angry or joking?
Duan Muze seemed to be frightened, knelt down before the emperor, and said in awe and fear: "Father, please forgive me, son, son, I didn't mean it, son just didn't want to see Brother Sixteen die."

Looking at Duanmuze who was kneeling in front of him, the emperor's eyes showed a bit of disappointment, he was really too cowardly, he thought highly of him, he thought it was true, how could he suddenly change after so many years of uselessness?After all, he is still a dou who cannot be supported.

The emperor sighed and said, "Get up."

After Duan Muze looked up at the emperor, he slowly stood up from the ground. He kept his head down, and asked in a low voice: "Father, what are you calling my son?"

The emperor looked at Duanmuze, with some emotion in his eyes, and said: "Before you know it, you have grown up. I think I hugged you when you were young. After your mother and concubine died, you also left the palace. I've rarely seen you."

Duan Muze looked up at the emperor, forced a smile, and said, "Yes, father."

Staring at Duanmuze's shrinking neck, the emperor chuckled and said, "You child, why are you nervous, I won't eat you."

Even so, Duan Muze still shrank back, not daring to look at the emperor.

He was so cowardly, the emperor was surprisingly not angry, instead he sighed more and more: "I am old, thinking about it for so many years, I really paid too little attention to you."

Hearing this, Duan Muze raised his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, but he still said humbly: "Father, my son is terrified."

The emperor got up from his seat, walked in front of Duanmuze, glanced up and down at Duanmuze, and asked, "You have been in poor health since you were a child, but is it better now?"

Duan Muze coughed twice, raised his head, his face was pale, but he said with a smile: "Go back to Father, my son is fine."

The emperor looked like this, it would be strange, he sighed helplessly, and then said: "For so many years, I have been ignoring you and never asked about your homework. Today I have time, so I will come to check your homework. "

The emperor walked towards the desk beside him, Duan Muze was stunned for a while, but he followed, the emperor held the pen, Duan Muze hurriedly went up to grind it, the emperor unfolded the rice paper, and when he was about to write something, he looked at Duan Muze beside him Sending the pen to Duanmu Ze, he said: "You write a few words for me."

Duan Muze was stunned for a while, but still took the pen, pointed at the rice paper, and asked the emperor, "Father, what do you want to write?"

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Duanmu Ze, seemed to think of something, and then said: "I remember your concubine mother is a talented woman, and the thing I love the most on weekdays is writing poems and lyrics, I still remember your concubine mother My favorite poem."

As he spoke, the light in his eyes flashed, revealing a bit of tenderness, and he said quietly: "That poem is, I want to turn my heart to the bright moon, but I want to turn my heart to the ditch at night, that's the line, let's write it."

The emperor urged Duan Muze, Duan Muze was stunned for a while, then quickly picked up the pen, and wrote down that line of poem on the paper, the emperor watched Duan Muze finish writing silently, his eyes became darker and darker.

Duanmuze's pen and ink are vigorous and he writes quickly, it doesn't look like a person who has no strength to restrain a chicken. Looking at his wrist hanging in the air, full of strength, he doesn't look like a patient?

The emperor looked at Duanmuze with probing eyes. Duanmuze noticed his gaze and looked at his own handwriting. His heart skipped a beat. It was really wrong for him to accidentally expose his strength.

Duanmuze's speed slowed down, and he kept thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

Seeing that Duanmu Ze slowed down, the emperor asked suspiciously, "Why did you stop?"

Duan Muze put down his pen, bowed his hands to the emperor, and said, "Father, please forgive me, I can't write any more."

The emperor's face darkened, he stared at Duanmu Ze and asked, "Why?"

Duan Muze lowered his head even more, and said to the emperor: "Father, my son has already exhausted his strength after writing these few words. If I continue to write, I'm afraid I won't be able to do what I want."

But the emperor didn't believe it, he still insisted: "Just write, I won't blame you."

Duan Muze made a sound, very hesitant, looked up at the emperor's face, saw that his complexion was not good, Duan Muze rolled his eyes, cupped his hands and said: "I obey."

Duan Muze picked up the pen again, he still wrote quickly, but when he wrote the pen, he was not as powerful as before, and the handwriting was not as vigorous as before, and it seemed to be a little bit of support.

The emperor looked at it, his eyes sank, he sighed lightly, and said: "You are still a little bit worse, kid."

Duan Muze seemed not to understand the emperor's words, looked at the emperor and asked: "Father, is there something wrong?"

The emperor looked at Duanmuze, the gleam in his eyes flashed, revealing a bit of tenderness. In his opinion, although Duanmuze was useless, he was his son after all. At least he was different from his sons who were duplicity. Although a person is useless, he maintains his true heart. In this deep palace, what is most lacking is a person like Duan Muze.

Duan Muze didn't know what the emperor was thinking, if he knew, he would have laughed out loud, he just looked at the emperor silently, waiting for the emperor's order.

The emperor was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "Old Seventeen, let me go out for a walk."

(End of this chapter)