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Chapter 19

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    A secret memorial to persuade the queen to be killed.

    Han Lang actually once wrote a letter urging the death of the then empress, the little emperor's biological mother. This news is absolutely shocking.

    But a month later, Chu Mo had no chance to get close to Nachu Pavilion, let alone look for the edict.

    Night after night passed without any news of Huarong. He could only accompany his little emperor, occasionally sitting across from each other when no one was around, watching the snow outside the window gradually melting, revealing the new green.

    "My mother's death anniversary will be in ten days." Chu Mo lowered his head late that night, with cold waves flashing in his eyes: "I"

    After that, there was a long sigh, which made the emperor also bury his head.

    "My mother passed away almost six years ago." After a moment, the emperor raised his hand with a gentle gesture.

    Chu Mo's breathing became faster and he deliberately slowed down his tone: "The Holy Mother must be extremely beautiful."

    "It's very beautiful, and very strong."

    The emperor gestured slowly. After all these years, he still seemed to feel the pressure of his powerful mother.

    "Six years." Chu Mo calculated it secretly: "So, your Majesty went there the year the Holy Emperor ascended the throne?"

    "Yes, she voluntarily followed the late emperor and was buried."

    This sentence was followed by a long sigh.

    Chu Mo didn¡¯t speak either, his eyes were bright, he pursed his lips, but stopped talking.

    "She must love you very much." He said after a long time.

    The emperor nodded helplessly.

    "But" After hesitating for a while, Chu Mo finally spoke: "Since you say she is strong and loves you so much, logically speaking I shouldn't let you worry at such a young age"

    The emperor paused, his dark pupils slowly becoming brighter in the night.

    "She must have been forced, no doubt, no doubt!" His gestures were fast and sonorous in the candle shadow, and the black shadow was cast on the back wall, dancing with silent hatred.

    "Your Majesty, Mr. Hua's injuries are already well, but the old and new wounds may have hidden dangers. We must take good care of him in the future."

    In the study of Han Lang in the Funing Palace, Imperial Physician Liu bowed and spoke in a quiet voice.

    "You mean he won't live long?" Han Lang raised his head when he heard this, his eyes squinted, and he seemed to be smiling: "Then according to Dr. Liu, who will live longer between me and him?"

    Doctor Liu was sweating on his forehead, and it took him a long time to reply: "Your Majesty of course he is a thousand years old, then then"

    "Of course the prince will live longer." There was a crash outside the door. It was Hua Rongliang who opened his big black gold fan and approached while gesturing: "What if Hua Rong is unfortunate and lives longer than the prince?  Naturally, the prince can bury Hua Rong at the bottom of the coffin and keep Hua Rong under his weight for the rest of his life."

    "President Hua is indeed President Hua, and he has extraordinary enlightenment." Han Lang raised his eyebrows, his smile widened, but his fingers were tapping on the desk, tapping a memorial.

    Hua Rong knew what was going on and hurriedly leaned in to take a look.

    "It's nothing, General Lin Luoyin just resigned and returned to his hometown." Han Lang continued to knock on the table.

    Hua Rong blinked.

    "He could have asked for his resignation a month ago, but why did he have to wait until today, until Mr. Hua recovers?"

    Hua Rong paused, pursed his lips, and touched the bridge of his nose again.

    "Hua Rong understands what the prince means." After a while, he bent down and made a gesture.

    "Understood? Mr. Hua really feels good." Han Lang stroked his hands: "In the next hundred years, I will definitely consider using you as a coffin."

    When he went to see Lin Luoyin, Hua Rong brought a jar of wine. As usual, green plums and dried orchids were placed in the green bamboo leaves.

    Alcohol can mess up your nature, as the old saying goes.

    Lin Luoyin picked up the glass, took a sip and squinted: "I remember this wine has a name, it's called Wushu."

    Hua Rong nodded, then took a pen and wrote the word "yes" on the rice paper.

    Rather than having a loud and elegant voice, he brought a pen and paper to facilitate communication.

    After finishing writing, he quickly poured wine for Lin Luoyin and had no intention of continuing to discuss the wine scripture.

    At this time, it doesn¡¯t matter what kind of wine it is, but the promiscuity is important.

    Lin Luoyin was very cheerful and would not refuse anyone who came.

    The jar of wine was quickly reimbursed, but Hua Rong found that his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. Except for his face being a little red, his sex was not messed up at all.

    "Xiao Nan, go and get some wine from the altar." Seeing Lin Luoyin waving to the sky from the bottom of the altar, he took out his sleeves and barely took out a very small ingot of broken silver.

    The errand boy quickly turned around and apparently swallowed the master's money, and the wine he drank back looked like horse urine.

    The two of them drank again, Lin Luoyin¡¯s eyes were still bright, HuaThen he gestured: "I remember you said that my only ability is to attract men. Aren't I just a wanderer? I'll help you do it."

    "Your only ability is to let men get on top of you!" Hua Gui said with hatred, his face turned into pig liver: "Whoever wants to calm Liu Yun, stop talking nonsense!"

    "A person with a strong appearance will have a weak heart," as the old saying goes.

    Hua Rong pushed open his big fan and shook it for a while before smiling evilly: "Make duck blood tofu. Make it well. If it suits my taste, I will consider helping you."

    Hua Gui¡¯s eyes widened, and he stamped his feet on the same spot, stamping again and again, and finally turned around and went straight to the kitchen.

    Hua Rong continued to laugh, overjoyed, and got up to look for wine to drink.

    After drinking, he started to pick up a pen and started to draw some doodles. Unknowingly, he drew two.

    The brothers were in a state of embarrassment and looked like they were about to flee. Hua Rong laughed and added a sword to one of the brothers.

    Footsteps sounded from behind, the steps were light and did not sound luxurious.

    It was too late to cover it up. The visitor was leaning in front of the table, with one finger already on the rice paper.

    "Walking to the end of the world with a sword? Is that what you mean, Mr. Hua?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him closer and closer: "I'm very curious, who does Mr. Hua want to go to with a sword?" (  Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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