Accidentally turned waste material Zijiao into a regent

Mo Xi said: "The You Clan is indeed alive. But the people who used the poisonous Gu are from Nanying."

"Who?" Emperor Nanying's eyes became scarlet.

"Does Your Majesty know this?"

Mo Xi stretched out his arms and opened his palms.

A hidden weapon with a picture of a lizard in his hand is impressively visible.

The emperor turned pale as if struck by lightning.

"Impossible, Xi'er and the crown prince are very close." If it wasn't for his daughter, he wouldn't trust the emotionless Bailiguang so much.The daughter always calls Prince Bailiguang brother affectionately.

Mo Xi could understand the horror and pain of a father knowing that his own son killed his own daughter.

But what was even more shocking was far more than that.

"Because the princess knows a shocking secret!" Mo Xi looked at Emperor Nan Ying: "Your Majesty, you can only believe it if you hear it yourself."

"What about the two sons you love? Didn't they die one after another!"

"No!" The queen pretended to be calm with a pale complexion, straightened her body and walked towards the Nanying Emperor's dragon couch, thinking in her heart: "The emperor will be fine."

The queen came in a hurry and heard this sentence as soon as she entered the palace door. She almost fainted in a flash. The old mother and the maid rushed to help.

After a while, his body trembled, and then he fell to his knees.

The whole Nanying Kingdom is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the sky is filled with red silk.

"It's also your woman. The empress lives in the palace and is well-clothed and well-fed. My mother and I live on the milk of the bitch."

Bailiguang stiffened, walked to the dragon couch, and breathed Emperor Nanying's breath with his hand.

But the imperial physicians and slaves kneeling all over the hall were crying and crying, which made her believe it.

Mo Xi counted the time, and as expected, news of Emperor Nanying's death soon spread throughout the palace.

In the end, the imperial physicians could only kneel down together, with tears in their eyes, and cried out in pain: "Your Majesty, you are dead!"

"Your other two sons were very honorable when they were born. The courtiers bowed down, the common people admired them, and hugged them. But I, who is also your son, had no clothes and no food. I was beaten and scolded by beggars for picking up a penny. Eat half a steamed bun and be thrown into the cesspit by the waiter in the shop..."

When the emperor died, a new king was immediately installed.

In the middle of the night, after drinking for three rounds, Emperor Nanying called Bailiguang drunk: "My son, you have grown up. In the future, you will govern thousands of miles of land and govern the people of the world. You must be a wise king."

Emperor Nanying lowered his eyes: "Why are you doing this?"

Bai Liguang was early enough to drink a lot of wine today, and he also knew that Emperor Nanying was most afraid of drinking too much because of his heart disease: "Father, your body is not suitable for drinking anymore."

"Guang'er!" This was the first time Bailiguang heard his father address him like this, since he was brought back to the palace, he only called him the prince.

The singing and dancing was peaceful until the end of the banquet, and the emperor, who had always refrained from drinking, was also blushing from drinking.

"The emperor will know tomorrow. If the emperor doesn't believe in my daughter, just treat her as a reminder to the emperor." After speaking, Mo Xi gave the lizard hidden weapon in his hand to Emperor Nan Ying, and left.

Mo Xi took out a pill from his waist and handed it to the emperor: "This is a fake death pill. After taking it, the mind is no different from that of ordinary people, but to others, it looks like death, without breathing or pulse."

"Haha!" Bailiguang's sinister laughter echoed in the hall.

Mo Xi stood at the gate of the palace in white plain clothes, listening to Bailiguang venting his endless hatred inside.

"The empress's day is so sad! The emperor already has a heart disease, and he drank too much alcohol today..." said the imperial doctor, wiping away tears while mourning.

Eyes open, tears have flowed down.

"Didn't my father personally appoint me as the crown prince?"

But Emperor Nanying said that the crown prince got married, and he hadn't been so happy for a long time, and it didn't hurt to drink more, so Eunuch Fuquan had to drink pot after pot with a worried face.

Screening out the guards and slaves, there is not even a guard in the courtyard.

"Did you ever think about it when you kicked the ministers and concubine mother out of the palace, that Nanying Jiangshan would be your abandoned son one day?"

"It's okay, it's okay, Guang'er is overjoyed today, and Father is happy."

A kind of unspeakable sorrow and joy swept through my heart.

At the wedding banquet, Emperor Nanying looked peaceful and happy.

Bailiguang had already planned every step of the way, everything was arranged properly, without any suspense, the emperor's funeral was over and the new emperor's enthronement ceremony would begin.

On the second day, the whole country celebrates the prince's wedding.

"Now do you still think that our mother and son are disgusting and have lost the face of our father?"

At night, the only son of the emperor, the prince, kept watch.

He is happy, because he has no feelings for this father, only hatred has grown from the moment he was born.But he couldn't be happy, the joy of revenge was withdrawn from his body, making his spiritual world suddenly dark.

The imperial physician was so frightened that he hurriedly made a diagnosis and treatment. He used silver needles and poured medicine. After half an hour of transpiration, the emperor still had no breath.

The maids and eunuchs in the palace plopped and knelt down.

How can a person who can sit on the throne fail to understand these things, but for a while he doesn't want to admit that these cruel and vicious things were done by his own son, after all, the overall situation is the most important thing.

In Jiangshan Sheji, the most sensible is the minister.

A pair of flower-knotted red silk, Bailiguang held one end, and Mo Xi held the other end.

Emperor Nanying became more and more drunk: "Father is going back to the palace."

But as soon as he arrived in the palace, the emperor felt chest tightness, and couldn't help pressing his chest: "Tell the imperial physician, quickly pass the imperial physician!" Fuquan shouted urgently.

They bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the emperor and empress, and kneeled twice and kowtowed six times to the concubine.

The imperial doctor kept persuading: "Your Majesty, you have a heart disease, so you must not drink any more."

In Emperor Nanying's scarlet eyes, tears glistened.

The imperial doctor rushed over, but saw that Emperor Nanying's body twitched on the bed, and then he kicked his legs and stopped moving.

"You didn't think of me, the son who was kicked out of the palace in the womb until you had no successors in your country."

"Haha!" Bailiguang laughed again, his eyes were cold.

"Why did the father leave in such a hurry?" Baili Guang sneered with narrow eyes.

Fuquan called Yu Huan, and as a son, Bailiguang couldn't see the emperor safely, so he couldn't leave him and accompany him to the emperor's palace.

In the hall, Bailiguang stared at the emperor lying in the coffin alone for a long time.

"My son will definitely live up to my father's high expectations, but my son still doesn't understand the law of governing the country. I also ask my father to take care of the dragon's body and teach my son in the future."

In one day, the joy of the Nanying country turned into a national mourning, and the red turned to white frost!
There are many rules in the royal funeral, Mo Xixi's wedding gown was taken off and changed into mourning clothes.

"If you hadn't been so ruthless back then, the son might have been able to serve the emperor for the rest of his life."

"Haha! Do you know why your two precious princes died?"

Bailiguang's voice became colder and colder: "It's just a long-term consumption of Samurai Soul Powder. Even the imperial doctors can't diagnose and treat it. It's just a disease of physical decline."

Bailiguang reached out and caressed Emperor Nanying's face.

"If you don't kill them, how can the father think of his son?"

"Don't blame Erchen for being cruel and ruthless. If Erchen is not like this, there is no chance of seeing father again alive. Erchen killed someone when he was four years old, and his hands were covered with blood for ten years before he became the master of the dark hall in Yuan City. Make arrangements."