With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

After seeing off the two Chen brothers, Chen Mo's cell became quiet again. He lay on the broken straw mat and crossed his legs leisurely, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, the cell door was opened again, and two more people walked in.

Chen Mo's raised legs hung in the air, and he turned to look out the door, "Finally here."

The ones who came were none other than Xu Changqing and Pei Jiangnan who came from the courtyard.

"Down here..."

Seeing Chen Mo, Xu Changqing opened his mouth and was about to introduce himself, but was suddenly interrupted by Chen Mo.

"Your Excellency, is this Xu Changqing who is offering wine at the Imperial Academy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Changqing was slightly startled, nodded, and asked curiously: "Little friend Chen Mo, have you seen me?".

"I've never met you, but I guess you will come to me."

Chen Mo smiled slightly and replied.

Xu Changqing, the Imperial Confucian scholar, is recognized as a great scholar and a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, but at the same time, he is also a person who wholeheartedly pursues the Tao.

But he had been searching for the Tao for more than sixty years but found nothing. At this time, he had almost given up on the goal he had been pursuing all his life. However, Chen Mo knew that it was not that Xu Changqing could not find it, but that he had not yet reached the stage of enlightenment.

When he was eighty years old, an opportunity came that allowed him to realize Taoism in one day, enter Taoism through literature, enter Second Grade overnight, and become a Mythical of the Tianlong Dynasty. In later generations, he was regarded as a literary saint by the world.

"Little friend Chen Mo, can you also do divination?"

Xu Changqing asked curiously. Apart from this reason, he couldn't think of why Chen Mo knew that he would come to him.

“So be it”

Chen Mo nodded slightly, "Are you here to ask?".

Xu Changqing was startled and his pupils suddenly shrank, "You, you are really amazing."

"I have wasted more than seventy years, searching for the Tao all my life, but to this day, I have never understood what the Tao is. Everyone in the world regards Martial Dao as Supreme, and Martial Dao will prosper. But I feel that Kyushu is so big. How can there be only one Great Dao? You said, little friend Chen Mo, there are three thousand Great Dao. Can there really be three thousand Great Dao in this world?"

"The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao; the name can be named, but it is very famous."

Chen Mo just said a simple sentence, and Xu Changqing's old eyes suddenly glowed with brilliance.

"Please Dao Ancestor teach me what is Tao"

"Tao, it is mysterious and mysterious. The so-called Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things can be the Tao. It is not impossible to have a great Tao of three thousand, and it is not impossible to enter the Tao through literature. Xu Lao has been searching for the Tao for more than sixty years. But you haven’t gained anything yet. It’s not that the Tao doesn’t exist, it’s just that you haven’t realized the Tao you are looking for.”

"What am I looking for?"

Xu Changqing's eyes froze, and then asked: "Dao Ancestor taught me."

I'm just a pretentious person, I know shit... Chen Mo cursed in his heart, and then said with a serious face: "You shouldn't ask me this, but ask myself."

Xu Changqing's eyes dimmed, but he soon came to his senses, "I'll put it aside for the time being. I'd like to thank Dao Ancestor for clarifying my doubts today. However, I can't help you with Dao Ancestor being trapped; it's your business, Pei Jiangnan." I was told one by one on the way that the person you are fighting is Prince Ning, a relative of the emperor; I am just a scholar with no real power..."

"Literati also have their own ways."

Chen Mo chuckled lightly and said: "Mr. Xu, sometimes a scholar's mouth can kill people... You don't need to help me find any big officials, you just need to speak for me. Next, you must be sure to say what I say. Remember, whether this can happen or not depends entirely on you..."

A quarter of an hour later, he finally told Xu Changqing his thoughts. The latter nodded slightly to show that he had remembered it. There was still some doubts on his face, but looking at Chen Mo's eyes, maybe, as long as he did it well, he could really save him.

"Brother Chen, what about me...I heard that Prince Ning is the culprit in refining the demon. I want to start directly from Prince Ning's Mansion. As long as the evidence is found, they will be punished as they should be. By then, you will be safe. "

Pei Jiangnan stared at Chen Mo seriously, and the latter nodded slightly, "Your idea is good, but it is in the wrong direction. Prince Ning's Mansion does not have the evidence you want, and based on your identity, you cannot enter Prince Ning's Mansion. , in this case, you go back to find Brother Aotian...".

Zhao Mansion

Zhao Dezhu, the Minister of Punishment, had three sons. The eldest son and the second son were useless and both became scholars. At any rate, they were admitted as scholars and gained fame; but in this prosperous era of Martial Dao, literati were a disadvantaged group after all.

All of Zhao Dezhu's expectations were placed on his third son, Zhao Wang. Fortunately, his eldest son lived up to expectations and awakened the super-grade Spirit Vein. He opened two Spirit Veins in one night, and the future is promising.

However, at this critical moment, his third son died.

Zhao Dezhu vowed to make the murderer of his third son pay with blood. After sending a complaint to the Ministry of Punishment, he stayed at home to watch over his son, quietly waiting for the news of the trial.

However, the news did not arrive, but an uninvited guest, Chen Jin, arrived.

Zhao Dewang, with red eyes, sat on the main seat of the hall, staring at Chen Jin fiercely like a hawk, and said: "Chen Jin, the murderer of my son Zhao Wang was your third brother. Originally, I didn't want to see you, but Because you have a good relationship with my son Zhao Wang and are considered brothers, I agreed to meet you. If you came to plead for Chen Mo, then there is no need to say more..."

"Uncle Zhao is joking, no one in the entire capital knows that I hate Chen Mo. I was beaten by him a few days ago, and now I still want him to die."

"Then why are you here this time..."

"Hey, my third brother has been a troublesome master since he was a child, and now he even beat Brother Zhao to death."

"Huh, so, I want him to pay for his debt with blood, life for life."

"But, he not only killed Brother Zhao, but today, he also injured Prince Ning."

"What?"

Zhao Dezhu was a little surprised. He was so bold that he dared to hit Prince Ning. However, this was a good thing for him. If he beat Prince Ning, Chen Mo would not be able to survive.

"It's so good. I'm afraid Chen Mo will die miserably without going through the process of case acceptance."

"But here's the problem"

Chen Jin shook his head and said helplessly: "You said my third brother is going to hit people, but he dared to scold His Highness the Crown Prince. Not only that, he also scolded his eighteen generations of ancestors."

"this……"

This is an act of killing the Nine Clan. He really dares to do it. Could it be that he came here for his own Nine Clan from the beginning?

Zhao Dezhu glanced at Chen Jin and said sympathetically: "Then please show your condolences."

"Uncle Zhao, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"You said, but if you want me to help, I can't do anything. After all, this is a major event to kill the Nine Clan, and I can't help you."

"I really want Uncle Zhao to help with one thing, and that is to withdraw Brother Zhao's case. My third brother said that he was not the one who killed the person."

"This is impossible"

Zhao Dezhu banged the table and shouted in a stern voice, with eyes as bright as a tiger's eye and extremely ferocious. That was his biological son, the hope of the Zhao Family, and he would not withdraw the case even if he died.

"Then let's continue talking about Chen Mo... My third brother is really troublesome. After he scolded His Highness the Crown Prince, when the Crown Prince got angry, he said he would report it to the Holy One and punish his nine clans. Guess, What did my third brother say?"

"How did he say"

Zhao Dezhu's attitude softened a little, and he picked up the teacup on the table with a calm expression.

"He said, 'Kill my nine clans? So what if you kill my ten clans?' Then the prince became fierce and said that he would meet the third brother's request and report it to the Holy One. I believe that the Holy One will agree."

"Haha, for insulting our ancestors, we should indeed kill the ten clans."

Zhao Dezhu nodded slightly, raised the tea cup and took a sip.

"Yes, I think so too, but Brother Zhao and I hit it off as old friends last year and became sworn brothers... So, Uncle Zhao, you are also among the ten clans of my Chen family."

The tea cup in Zhao Dezhu's hand shook slightly, the tea leaked out, and his mouth was trembling.

"Uncle Zhao, now the prince wants my third brother to apologize. As long as he agrees, then his insult can be suppressed and the ten clans will be safe. However, my third brother has not agreed yet... I have to talk it over, and he will be considered as committed to me. , if I can restore his innocence, I will bow my head and apologize to the Crown Prince."

"What, what innocence?"

Zhao Dezhu was stunned and suddenly remembered what Chen Jin had just said, withdrawing the case...