Lan Jihua's face changed when she heard the sentence "bring people up".

Soon, a man in a gray coarse cloth robe was tied up and brought in, his eyes covered with a black cloth, and his mouth gagged.

Although Lan Jihua also hated the empress, he demolished the gorgeous dungeon, let her wear coarse cloth clothes, and eat coarse tea and light rice, but she had never been so harsh on her, after all, she was her mother, and the two of them in the first half of their lives were also considered mother and son filial piety, and their feelings were deep. ”

"What do I do to me?" Murong Lin raised his head, with a little youthful spirit, raised his chin, and motioned to remove the black cloth from the empress's eyes.

Suddenly seeing the light again, the empress was a little uncomfortable for a while, but fortunately, the light in the hall was not very strong, and after squinting slightly, her eyes opened. She is a calm person, she was treated like this by a grandchild, and she didn't smoke at all, but she just said to Lan Jihua, "Hua'er, my mother is right, this is a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised, you were good to him at that time, but he didn't think about it at all, and ran to the south to spread wild." ”

"Shut up, old witch," Murong Lin saw her, he couldn't help but roll his blood, he thought that his cultivation was deep enough, but as soon as he saw the empress, he couldn't wait to step forward and beat her hard, first relieved his anger and then said, but that is not the behavior of a prince should be, it will make people laugh when it is spread out, and it will be even worse if it reaches the ears of his mother.

Just thinking about it, Lan Jihua said angrily, "You didn't study in the palace? Didn't the Master teach filial piety? Where did Confucius and Mencius learn? I know you hate her, but she is your elder, your maternal grandmother, the prince is like a scoundrel in the market, spitting obscenities, don't you feel ashamed? ”

Murong Lin snorted coldly, "What kind of grandmother, my mother has never recognized her, and now the jade butterfly of the Zongren Mansion is still written from the Baixiang Mansion in Dongyue." ”

He paced slowly around the empress, not far away, but not too close, the empress is a master of poisoning, giving people Gu quietly, although he let people restrain her life, so that she can't use means, but still can't be unguarded, he never dares to despise this old witch.

He looked at the empress with a mocking expression, "It took more than ten years to make a game, but in the end it ended in failure, and I made myself a prisoner, gave birth to a son and a daughter, one didn't recognize you, the other locked up you, you are too a failure." ”

The empress asked, "How am I a man, I don't want you to evaluate, I want to know, are you here to kill me?" ”

Murong Lin shook his head, "I don't want to kill you, you probably don't know, in the past ten years, how many Wei Chimen people have been secretly prevented from coming to Nanyuan to seek revenge on you, just to let you live well, today, Gu still doesn't want your life, it's easy to die, it's hard to live." He tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Let's get down to business, Lone came this time to take away what you value the most, and let you see with your own eyes how Lone took it." ”

After speaking, he lifted the golden cloak back hard, and a golden wave crossed in front of everyone's eyes, and when the wave sank, Mo Ronglin had already ascended to the Dan Majesty.

The empress's expression changed drastically, "What do you want to do?" Without getting a response from Murong Lin, she couldn't help but take a step forward, but her arm was grabbed and she couldn't move, so she had to yell at Lan Jihua, "What are you still doing in a daze, don't stop him quickly!" ”

The figure went higher and higher, and there were two images in her mind that constantly overlapped and separated, one would be the one-year-old Mo Ronglin climbing up the Dan Majesty with both hands and feet, the gorgeous little cloak would cross the stairs, and the other would be the sixteen-year-old Mo Ronglin walking up proudly, her pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned white and red, red and white.

Lan Jihua had a gloomy face, stood still and didn't move, the hands hanging on both sides were clenched tighter and tighter, the green tendons burst out, and the joints were white, he made the worst plan, knowing what Mo Ronglin wanted to do, but this scene really happened in front of him, he still couldn't accept it, could he really give up Nanyuan like this? Hundreds of years of dynasties are lost in their own hands? Angry flames piled up in his heart, he touched the scimitar at his waist, and a thought flashed through his mind, if he unexpectedly went up and held Mo Ronglin hostage, he would be killed......

But his hand was held down, his face turned slightly, and Wei Chi shook his head silently at him.

Murong Lin finally walked up to His Majesty, and when he arrived in front of the golden dragon chair, he smiled proudly, looked at the people below with a dumb attitude, and slowly sat down.

The moment he sat down, the empress gurgled in her throat, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and roared, "Pull him down, pull him down quickly!" Pull it down ...... "That's her dragon chair, even if she doesn't sit now, it can only be the royal family surnamed Lan who sits, Lan Jihua was depressed back then, and the five elders didn't peep into this dragon chair, and it was she who secretly protected them and didn't let them succeed." This is the Lan family's country, and it is the Lan family's dragon chair......

For so many years, the only thing that really made her regard it as a big trouble in her heart was Murong Lin, she never forgot that in that dark cave, when Mo Ronglin was still a baby, staring at herself, the mad gaze, angry, fierce, chilling, what a weird, soft and fragile little body, but there lived a powerful and formidable soul, in order to make Mo Ronglin succumb, she forced him to see the process of changing his face, watching those bloody and terrifying scenes, she wanted to force out his weakness, fear, wanted to make him give in, but no, His eyes were fierce, like a small beast, showing his teeth and claws to all those who approached him, at that time she realized that if this child stayed, it would be a big disaster, she had the idea of killing him, but before she could do it, she was stolen out by Yu Chi Wenyu and Lan Jihua in partnership, and she was also soft-hearted for a while, and listened to their persuasion, afraid that Bai Qianfan would hate her in the future, so she reluctantly agreed to return Mo Ronglin to Dongyue. Now, she really regrets it, if she had slaughtered Mo Ronglin with a ruthless knife back then, there would be no today.

Murong Lin gently stroked the armrest of the dragon chair, and said slowly with a victor's attitude, "For more than ten years, Lone has been thinking about how to take revenge every day, thinking about killing you, but that's too cheap for you, my father said, death is not terrible, life is not as terrible as death, so I don't let you die, I want you to live well, see with my own eyes how I sat on this dragon chair, how to step on Nanyuan under my feet." ”

"Murong Lin, don't deceive people too much!" Lan Jihua said angrily, "Although you have an army of 50,000 in hand, there are not many people you bring into the palace, if you really want to make trouble, you may not have good fruits to eat!" ”

Murong Lin raised his chin and said with a smile, "I have a lot of people." ”

Lan Jihua looked back, both sides of the hall were full of Dongyue soldiers, and then looked out from the door, there was a lot of darkness, he was taken aback, he didn't know how to come here with so many people, but he, the emperor, didn't know anything, he knew that the general trend had gone, and everything was in the hands of Murong Lin.

It's the last day, so soon, the summer vacation is over, and it's time for me to take care of myself. Have a great weekend, everyone. 20