The foolish prince counterattacks the concubine

Chapter 111
Mo Ziyan's expression changed slightly, and he explained: "Rao'er, I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Xirao, who sneered, "You just don't believe me, right?"

"Rao'er." There was this reason. At that time, he wasn't sure if she would help him, so he didn't dare to tell her.

Seeing that Mo Ziyan didn't answer, Mu Xirao knew that she had guessed right, and she suddenly felt a little bald: "Mo Ziyan, if you don't believe me, then please set me free, please, please."

With a muffled 'snap', the door was closed.

Mu Xirao leaned against the back of the door, she was very tired, really tired, she just lived a carefree life, looking for a man she loves, who also loves her, to spend her whole life.

Mo Ziyan looked at the closed door, his expression was sad, Raoer, I'm sorry, I don't want to let you go free, because I don't want to, no woman can let him do this, even Ziyou, he was injured, although he was nervous , but it won't hurt her heart, only Mu Xirao, only she can make her heart hurt.

He stood outside the door for a long time, until Mu Xirao inside the room had already fallen asleep before he left.

The next day, early in the morning, Mo Ziyan went to court early.

Because after they entered the palace yesterday, the emperor Mo Zhengxiang said that Mo Ziyan would go to the early court tomorrow, and he would not have a position at first, but he would learn how to deal with writing disks by Mo Zhengxiang's side.

There are many eyeliners in the palace, and this matter soon spread to the ears of Mo Yiyang and Concubine Si.

It is conceivable how angry they were. Although Mo Zhengxiang had previously said that the crown prince belonged to Mo Yiyang, he had not issued an order to announce it to the world. Therefore, the crown prince's position was still unknown.

Now that Mo Ziyan is back, once he comes back, the emperor arranges to be by his side to deal with the discs. One can imagine what the emperor means.

In the court hall, Mo Ziyan and Mo Yiyang stood side by side in a row.

At this time, there was a play below, saying that there were many refugees outside the city.

Mo Zhengxiang frowned slightly, such a refugee incident happened at the foot of the emperor, how could he, the emperor, have any face.

Majestic and domineering: "What's your opinion?"

At this time, Mo Yiyang stepped forward and knelt down: "If you want to return to the emperor, I think that the refugees must be settled first, so that they have enough food and sleep warmly. I am willing to go to appease the refugees."

After hearing Mo Yiyang's opinion, all the ministers said that the eldest prince is really kind-hearted.

Mo Zhengxiang couldn't help but nodded, with a comforting smile on his face. Although his eldest son is rich in the city, he still has a good heart and is good to the people. In the future, he will feel relieved that the country will be handed over to him.

Even though he thought so, he still wanted to hear Mo Ziyan's thoughts. To be honest, among the three sons, he liked Mo Ziyan the most. When he was a child, he was smart, bold, and cunning. It has been decided who the future crown prince will be, but unfortunately, I don't know how the recovery from the fire is now.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Yan'er, what do you think?"

Mo Ziyan took a step forward and said respectfully, "Father, I feel that Brother Da Huang's suggestion is only suitable for a temporary need. There are so many refugees, and it's not an option to give gruel for a long time."

After listening to Mo Ziyan's words, Mo Zhengxiang couldn't help but also nodded, including other ministers, who also felt that it made sense.

At this time, Mo Yiyang became displeased, he sneered: "I wonder if the third brother has a better way?"

Hmph, he didn't believe it, Mo Ziyan had a better way.

Mo Ziyan was not angry either, but he smiled slightly and said slowly: "Royal father, there are many refugees, on average there are 200 people per day, and more than 100 catties of rice are needed for a day's porridge. It takes at least a month. These refugees Only then can we return to our homeland, and in this way, the national treasury will be in short supply in the end."

Mo Zhengxiang nodded silently, the smile in his brows and eyes couldn't be ignored, he was relieved in his heart, and thought to himself, Yan'er still sees the long-term, while Yang'er only sees the surface.

He motioned Mo Ziyan to continue talking.

"There is an open space on the west side of the city. I heard that my father is going to use it to build a palace. Now it is better to let the refugees settle down. Use this time to let the refugees help build the palace and pay for it." He paused, then turned to look at the ministers. , Suddenly Xie Mei said: "The king knows that all ministers have a heart of compassion. Now that there are refugees among the crowd, should the ministers also do their bit?"

Let's talk, so you can know what he means if you go up.

To put it bluntly, it is to donate money.

In an instant, everyone in Chaoshang couldn't help sighing inwardly, this Prince Rui is really very smart, the palace is built like this, and it doesn't cost a penny from the treasury, this abacus is really shrewd.

The smile on Mo Zhengxiang's face deepened even more. His heavy heart finally let go. It seems that Yan'er is the ultimate successor to the throne. After a hundred years, he will not worry about being ashamed of every generation of the Mo family's previous emperors.

Mo Yiyang couldn't help feeling that Mo Ziyan's method was suspicious, but he was still dissatisfied, and his face was ugly: "The third brother's method is good, but will these refugees build a palace?"

Mo Ziyan also expected that someone would say that. He retorted and explained: "Father, my country is full of talented people, and there are a lot of people who can build palaces. They are all very good masters."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the court knew what he was thinking, but who would pay for the money, who would be willing?
At this time, the ministers were deadlocked and did not want to pay the money, Mu Mingyuan stood up, bowed his hands respectfully and said: "Your Majesty, this old minister is willing to contribute a little to the refugees outside the city, and the old minister donated 5 taels." .”

5 taels is not a small sum, and this time Mu Mingyuan spent a lot of money.

What a shrewd person Mu Mingyuan is. In the past, the emperor liked Prince Rui the most. Now that Prince Rui is healed, when he returned to the court, the emperor was not in a hurry to arrange a position for him, so he let him handle court affairs by his side. This shows that , the idea in the emperor's mind, coupled with the idea of ​​arranging refugees this time, it seems that the position of the prince will be decided, and he has not seen the power clearly now, and he is afraid that there will be no chance in the future.

If Mo Ziyan became the emperor in the future, their Mu family would no longer have to worry about falling.

Mo Zhengxiang looked at Mu Mingyuan, he knew what Mu Mingyuan was thinking, he nodded secretly, Mu Mingyuan jumped out now, it seems that he is going to support Yan'er, with his current status as a general, In the future, it will be helpful for Yan'er to inherit the throne.

Mo Ziyan didn't seem surprised that Mu Mingyuan suddenly supported him, and he probably guessed it in his heart.

Since Mu Mingyuan was the first to jump out, the other ministers all looked at each other and finally donated money one after another.

Afterwards, Mo Ziyan silently calculated in his heart, there are tens of millions, even if the palace needs several 10 taels, the rest can still be used for the national treasury.

What a shrewd person Mo Zhengxiang was, he was very happy, and his love for Mo Ziyan increased even more.

He coughed lightly, and the ministers below became quiet, and he said: "The refugees outside the city, and the palace will be handed over to Yan'er, and the local officials in the city will be controlled by Yan'er."

The emperor has said so, and the ministers below can only echo: "The emperor is wise, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

The matter was considered settled, Mo Yiyang looked at Mo Ziyan with a stinky face, and clenched his hands tightly with veins protruding from them.

Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and he said to Mo Zhengxiang above: "Father, the third brother now looks like the face of Hua Qingchen, a famous painter in the city. Why did he suddenly become the third brother? Father, don't you think so?" Do you find it strange? Or, the third younger brother is originally Hua Qingchen, and he has been deceiving the emperor all these years."

"Bold." Mo Zhengxiang suddenly became angry, and he clapped his big hands on the dragon chair.

For a moment, Mo Yiyang looked at Mo Ziyan provocatively, thinking that his words had shaken Mo Ziyan's position in his father's heart.

But he didn't expect that what Mo Zhengxiang said next surprised him.

Mo Zhengxiang was furious: "Mo Yiyang, your third younger brother finally met an expert and healed his illness, but you didn't hope for his recovery, and even changed his ways to play tricks with him, you are truly a great brother. "

Before Mo Yiyang could explain, Mo Ziyan took the first step forward. He cupped his hands and persuaded: "Father, don't get angry. Brother Dahuang must not believe that all this is true. Even sometimes, I also can't believe that I can still appear in front of Emperor Father with this brand new look today."

Mo Zhengxiang pointed at Mo Yiyang and said, "Listen, listen, this is what your brother said, that's all. From now on, you two brothers will get along well, and the future of Chaoxi Kingdom depends on you."

Although what he said was dependent on you, his eyes were on Mo Ziyan.

Things in the court are like the harem, there are dangers everywhere, if you are not careful, you might lose your head.

Seeing that Mo Zhengxiang didn't believe his words, Mo Yiyang was still angry. He wanted to argue about something, but Chu Hengnian who was behind him tugged at the corner of his clothes, signaling him not to say anything more to the emperor.

Now that the emperor has shown that he is partial to Mo Ziyan, no matter what they say, the emperor will only consider it their fault. They are targeting Mo Ziyan. Thinking of this, Chu Hengnian suddenly felt that the emperor's intentions were not simple, so he was not sure about the emperor. The position of the prince in my heart has been decided.

Thinking of his loyal ministers, his lifelong wish is to cultivate a generation of sage kings with his own hands. Now, I am afraid that it will come to nothing.

However, he has to admire this Mo Ziyan, the city is extremely deep, and he has been pretending to be a fool for so many years, but he is extremely tolerant.

To be honest, he was also somewhat happy in his heart, and he thought to himself: Jin Xi, now that your son is very smart, you should rest in peace.

Just when Chu Hengnian was in a trance, the eunuch next to the emperor flicked the dust on his hand, and a shrill voice sounded: "Start playing if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do."

After saying that, all the ministers bowed their heads: "The ministers and others send the emperor respectfully, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Outside the main hall, Mo Yiyang came to Mo Ziyan's side, and he whispered secretly: "Mo Ziyan, you are really good at it, and you have used Hua Qingchen's identity to the extreme."

(End of this chapter)