newbobooks Chapter 257 You are brave now!
Chapter 257 You are brave now!
"Get out! I won't go down!"
Mo Ling waved away the guard beside him, and for a moment, neither the guard nor Mo Ling could get close to each other.
Mo Ling was a drunkard and was totally unreasonable. The guards did not dare to use force and could only look to King Nancheng for help.
The King of Nancheng was in a state of panic. Why was this little bastard so crazy today? He was already the emperor and now held great power. Although the Grand Master was in the capital, he had no power at all. What else could he not be satisfied with?
Didn't he just lose a noble prince? Didn't he lose a queen? With that identical face, who could tell the real one from the fake one?
Or is it because he is now an emperor with real power, and no longer the empty shell who had to please everyone, so his true nature is exposed?
If that's the case, that's fine.
The King of Nancheng said with a sullen face, "Bring His Majesty down. If anything goes wrong, I will take the responsibility."
With the King of Nancheng as a guarantor, the guards quickly brought the drunk Mo Ling back to the Xuanshi Palace.
Mo Ling changed from his previous madness and just sat there quietly, neither sad nor happy.
King Nancheng sighed, sat down opposite Mo Ling, and asked softly: "A Ling, what's wrong with you?"
Mo Ling sat quietly for a long time before slowly looking up at the King of Nancheng, like an exquisite puppet without any popularity: "Brother, will you betray me like Yiran did?"
Nancheng Wang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he frowned and said, "Why do you say that? Ah Ling, I am just a sickly prince. If it weren't for Ah Ling, I'm afraid I would still be imprisoned and unable to even step out of the clan residence."
"A Ling is my brother's benefactor. My brother will never hurt A Ling."
Mo Ling still had that expression of neither sadness nor joy, and his voice was flat and even: "Really? My brother wouldn't lie to me, would he?"
Prince Nancheng looked at Mo Ling lovingly, as if he was a good brother who loved his younger brother.
"A Ling, when has my brother ever lied to you? Did someone say anything to you?"
"Aling, everything my brother has now was given by Aling. If it weren't for Aling, my brother wouldn't know what would happen. I know how good Aling is to my brother. How could my brother betray his trust and repay kindness with hatred?"
Seeing that Mo Ling had no expression on his face, the King of Nancheng couldn't help but show a hint of self-mockery on his face: "Or does Ah Ling not trust the emperor brother? Well, if Ah Ling has doubts in his heart, he can just imprison the emperor brother. Why bother to play with his own body like this?"
"Brother Emperor!"
A tear fell from Mo Ling's eyes, and soon the tears fell like raindrops. He looked at the King of Nancheng dimly and said softly: "Royal brother, I only have you, only you. You won't lie to me, right?"
Prince Nancheng touched Emperor Mo Ling's head distressedly and comforted him: "No, my brother will not lie to A Ling."
Mo Ling raised his eyes and said with a hint of tears in his voice: "Royal brother, the matter of Xitai Tower has nothing to do with you, right?"
The King of Nancheng paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. He sat next to Mo Ling, patted Mo Ling on the shoulder and said, "Over the years, my brother's illness has recurred frequently, and he can't even leave Nancheng. Do you think my brother has the time and energy to take care of Xitai Tower?"
Mo Ling was like a drowning man trying to hold onto a piece of floating wood beside him and said, "Royal brother didn't lie to me, did he?"
King Nancheng nodded in the face of Mo Ling's pleading eyes: "My royal brother never lies to A Ling."
Mo Ling hugged the King of Nancheng and cried, "It's good that you didn't lie! It's good that you didn't lie! Brother, if you really lied to me, I would really be left alone!"
"I want my royal brother! I don't want to be alone!"
King Nancheng smiled and shook his head, coaxing softly: "Okay, my brother will not lie to A Ling."
Wucheng of Western Yan.
Feng Jiuqing just returned home under the moonlight and met Wuyou's worried eyes.
"Where are you going, brother? It's late at night and the dew is heavy. What if you get sick?"
Feng Jiuqing shook his head and said softly: "I'm fine, go back and rest quickly. If you don't sleep so late, you might not grow taller."
Wuyou nodded, not quite understanding, and then asked softly: "So brother is also not growing taller because of staying up late?"
Feng Jiuqing: ??? I am 185cm tall and you said I am not tall?
Do you believe that I will bend your legs right now so that you will never grow taller in your life?
Feng Jiuqing was sulking for a while, but after seeing Wuyou's clear eyes, his anger subsided. What could he do with the brother he had adopted? He could only spoil him. What else could he do?
"Why are you talking so much? Go and have a rest!" Feng Jiuqing said with a stern face, staring at Wuyou.
Wuyou nodded obediently: "Brother, go to bed early. Wuyou will go back first."
As soon as he stepped out of Feng Jiuqing's yard, Wuyou's eyes became gloomy. There was a scent of at least two or three kinds of incense on Qingqing's body. He didn't know where Qingqing had gone and why she didn't come back so late at night.
Isn't one Yan'er enough? Are you planning to marry someone else?
Wuyou was filled with anger and secretly vowed to grow up as quickly as possible. What he wanted was not just Qingqing's younger brother.
On the second day, when the Second Prince stepped into the Shen Mansion, he was stunned for a moment when he saw Feng Jiuqing. Then he used all his strength to suppress the urge to burst into laughter.
Feng Jiuqing's face was covered in bruises, especially the large black bruises around his eyes, making him look like some kind of protected animal.
The Second Prince tried his best, but still let out a hint of laughter. Feng Jiuqing looked at the Second Prince with resentment and said, "Your Highness!"
The second prince wanted to stop smiling immediately, but sometimes the more you think about something, the harder it is to suppress it.
It was originally just a slight laugh, but after Feng Jiuqing's reminder, it suddenly turned into a roar of laughter.
Feng Jiuqing just watched quietly, his eyes becoming more and more resentful. After the Second Prince had laughed enough, he slowly asked, "Sir, what's wrong?"
The complaints around Feng Jiuqing were almost condensed into reality: "Your Highness, how can you have the nerve to ask this? Isn't my current state all thanks to Your Highness?"
Thanks to him?
The second prince was confused: "What do you mean?"
Feng Jiuqing was filled with resentment and whispered, "It was because Your Highness insisted on giving me two women that my wife chased me around the house, and then I became like this. Your Highness, do you think it was because of you?"
"Is this true? The husband is the head of the wife, how could she treat him like this! Someone, go and -"
Feng Jiuqing interrupted the second prince: "Your Highness! Yan'er is mine, I am willing to do this, please don't interfere. Please don't send anyone here again, if there is a next time, I am afraid that Yan'er will drive my hand out."
"Your Highness doesn't want to see me sleeping on the street, right?"
The second prince was stunned for a moment before he said, "It seems that you really dote on her, but don't worry, even if you are kicked out, the door of my palace will always be open to you."
Feng Jiuqing shrank back as he looked at the Second Prince, and said in horror: "Your Highness, please stop talking! If you continue, I will die!"
"Shen Qing! You've even learned how to complain. You've grown courageous!"