I, the Prince of Qin

　　And these officials, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, they are powerful, exploiting the people, which is not bad.

　　Some even started to raise private soldiers, changed tax rates without authorization, and made laws by themselves, just like a local emperor.

　　Mo Zhe also dealt with some before, but after cutting one batch, another batch came.

　　At the end of the day, people are inherently diverse, and it is impossible to ask everyone to be equally pure and clean.

　　Institutional design can delay this trend to the greatest extent, but it is only a delay.

　　Everything is decaying.

　　The country also has its own birth, old age, sickness and death.

　　In the harem, Mo Zhe sat by the window and looked into the distance.

　　"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?" Qianye gently wrapped his arms around Mo Zhe's neck and pressed his soft and boneless body to him.

　　"I was thinking about what my dream was when I was in school." Mo Zhe suddenly said in an ethereal tone.

　　"What was Your Majesty's previous dream?" Qianye blinked with genuine curiosity.

　　"Forgot." Mo Zhe said.

　　Qianye felt a little regretful: "How can you forget it, what's the difference between people who don't have dreams and salted fish?"

　　Mo Zhe smiled, took her into his arms and sat on his lap.

　　Qianye wrapped his arms around Mo Zhe's neck, blowing the aroma from a close distance: "Forget it, Your Majesty just needs to think about his concubine now."

　　"You said that, but you will be charged with deceiving the master." Mo Zhe scratched her nose.

　　Qianye didn't seem to have expected Mo Zhe's small action, and was stunned for a while, his face flushed: "Then you will punish me."

　　"Look, I will rectify you on the spot!" Mo Zhe said, pressing him over.

　　"Yeah~"

　　The palace is deep, and the spring is infinitely good.

　　Another morning.

　　Fang Xuanling bent down, because of his age, his waist could no longer be straight.

　　He looked at the empty dragon chair and sighed three times.

　　"It's not good for the prime minister. He sighed at the dragon chair, but why are you dissatisfied with the saint?"

　　There have been more and more sarcastic words in the courtroom recently.

　　Fang Xuanling was too lazy to argue with these people.

　　After going down to court, dragging the body of the candle in the wind, he pulled over an internal waiter and said, "Please go and report to Your Majesty, the old minister has an urgent matter!"

　　The inner courtier gave the old prime minister an embarrassed look: "Elder Fang, your majesty is in the harem, look at this... us servants, why are you embarrassed to interrupt?"

　　Fang Xuanling also knew that it was a little embarrassing, but there was really no way: "Just be an old man, please!"

　　Saying that, trembling, he will bow his fists and salute.

　　Although it is only a general etiquette, but a courteous prime minister, such a ceremony, the courtiers can not bear.

　　"Fang old man! I'll go take a look, you... hey... I'm afraid I'll see you, it's useless!"

　　In Mo Zhe and Qianye Hu Tianhu, someone suddenly reported that Prime Minister Fang Xuanling had something to see.

　　It's really depressing, Daqin is peaceful and peaceful, what can I do?

　　Putting the clothes on Qianye's body, he was about to get up.

　　"Your Majesty, don't go~" Qianye hugged him and put his chin on Mo Zhe's shoulder.

　　There was another inexplicable heat flow in Mo Zhe's heart, and his expression was in a trance for a while, but he shook his head and sobered up: "Fang Xuanling has worked hard and is loyal, it's better to go."

　　Qianye pouted, watching Mo Zhe get dressed and leave.

　　A dark tentacle suddenly turned out from under him.

　　Licking her lips: "It seems that it will take time..."

　　He turned over and lay on his side on the head of the bed.

　　Looking at the bed that suddenly became empty, I felt a little lonely inexplicably.

Chapter 179 Chapter [-] You Think Too Much

　　This conversation with Fang Xuanling, as expected, broke up unhappily.

　　The old man kept saying that Concubine Qian was a temptress, corrupting the emperor's heart and confusing the Lord.

　　Mo Zhe was very angry, but looking at the other party, he couldn't stand the posture of vomiting blood and dying after scolding him, and it was not easy to say heavy words.

　　Fang Xuanling is indeed too old. In fact, if he was young, he would definitely think of other more roundabout ways and would not confront him face to face like this.

　　Because contradicting only satisfies one's loyalty, but it doesn't help things.

　　After the inconclusive conversation ended, Mo Zhe walked away.

　　And this was also the last conversation with Fang Xuanling.

　　When the news of Fang Xuanling's death reached the palace, Mo Zhe was resting on Qianfei's lap, watching the clouds rise and fall in the back garden.

　　When the news came, Mo Zhe was stunned for a few minutes.

　　"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?" Qian Fei asked worriedly.

　　Mo Zhe didn't answer.

　　The clouds in the sky drifted away again, and the shape suddenly became very unfamiliar.

　　"One more person, gone."

　　I can't tell what it feels like, I just feel empty inside.

　　The fate of immortality, in addition to being a cog in the state machine forever, also needs to be faced with the familiar people around you, leaving one by one.

　　From acquaintance, to mutual acquaintance, to concentricity, to parting... There are too many.

　　It felt like I left so many people behind, I was alone, and I went far, far away.

　　But in fact, he was left behind by many people, and they all left him and went far away from him.

　　Mo Zhe closed his eyes.

　　"Qianfei, I want to go to a place, come with me."

　　Qianye was a little puzzled and curious, and followed behind him step by step.

　　Mo Zhe brought Qianye to Daqin Lishan Mausoleum.

　　Lishan Mausoleum is a huge mausoleum with nine floors outside and nine floors inside. Eighty-one coiled dragons are stationed in all directions.

　　Countless crystal-like coffins are neatly arranged, just like shop windows.

　　There are goods in the store that are meant for people.

　　And here, there are commodities for the country.

　　When used up, throw away.

　　Most of the crystal coffins are already empty.

　　Mo Zhe walked in silently, Qianye blinked, followed without a word, wanted to say something, but didn't find a chance to speak.

　　"This ice coffin belongs to Kong Ming." Mo Zhe pointed to an empty crystal coffin.

　　"When I woke him up, I was still the prince, and I was worried all the time and couldn't control him." Mo Zhe's self-proclaimed, I don't know when, gradually returned to "me".

　　"Your Majesty, let's go back, it's a little dark here." Qianye was a little dazed, and suddenly felt that things were out of control.

　　What does Mo Zhe want to do?This action is not in the script!

　　Mo Zhe ignored her, walked on his own, came to another crystal coffin, stood still, stretched out his hand, and stroked the cold edge of the empty ice coffin.

　　Gentle movements, like remembering a lover.

　　"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Qianye said again: "Let's go back to the harem, I thought, I can play a very good game with you, Your Majesty, I will make you happy."

　　Qianye spit out the fragrance charmingly, and the sweet taste filled the Lishan Mausoleum, making the cold crystal mausoleum also bring a touch of heat.

　　"Or, if you want to be here, you can." Qianyeqiao leaned over with a smile, and clamped Mo Zhe's arm with his plump and soft cock.

　　Mo Zhe looked at her as if he had just met her.

　　The cold eyes made Qianye tremble for no reason.

　　"Recently, I always feel that I have forgotten something..." Mo Zhe said.

　　"Your Majesty, er, it may be too long ago, and it is inevitable that Your Majesty will forget something." Qianye still tried his best to get close to Mo Zhe.

　　"Yeah, many things will be forgotten, many things will disappear, but at least some will not disappear, at least not disappear in the long river of time before me, for example..."

　　Mo Zhe slowly raised his hand.

　　At close range, he grabbed Qianye's neck.

　　"For example...'Afang', do you have an impression of this name?"

　　"!?" Qianye's eyes twitched suddenly, black energy flashed away in his beautiful pupils, and his jet-black hair stood on end, eager to break free.

　　Mo Zhe's hands became tighter and tighter, not giving her a chance to resist at all. He stuck her neck and slowly lifted her whole body up.

　　Qianye lifted his legs off the ground, kicked his legs hard, and struggled.

　　"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Concubine... What's wrong..."

　　"Stop pretending, you shouldn't be something that will die if you are strangled."

　　"...Kah...Your Majesty...what are you...what are you...forgive...forgive my life...concubine...really..."

　　Mo Zhe put her down.

　　Qianye fell to the ground, clutching his neck, coughing in pain, tears all over his face, and some saliva overflowing, his legs trembled reflexively.

　　"Don't worry, I just found something wrong, and I have some doubts, but I didn't fully understand it." Mo Zhe raised her chin.