Chapter 2231

Chapter 652

Liu Bohan had never seen Moshanghua make a move before, and only now did he realize that Princess Yu in front of him was no longer the well-behaved and sensible Liu Qianqian in the past, and he was horrified, "You, you..."

"You" for a long time, but still can't utter half a word, and my body is still a little numb, and I don't have much strength.

"Princess!" Qin Ya Mo Ling trotted over, Qin Ya glanced at Liu Bohan who was still lying on the ground, and said, "Princess, are you alright?"

Although Mo Ling didn't speak, he looked at Liu Bohan warily.

Mo Shanghua didn't even look at Liu Bohan, she put the silver needle back into her sleeve silently, and smiled at the two of them, "I'm fine, it's just that Liu Xiang accidentally fell."

The astonishment in Liu Xiang's eyes that "accidentally fell down" faded away, and the strange Moshanghua was impeccable in everything he said and did. Could it be that he was going to make a fuss and let others see his jokes?

At this moment, those officials with poor legs and feet also came, and two younger ones helped Liu Bohan up, and asked what was going on.

Naturally, he couldn't say that he was threatening his daughter by hitting a stone lion. On the contrary, he fell into the mud before that, so he had to pull the corners of his lips to cover it up, "It's just an accidental fall, it's not worth mentioning." hang your teeth."

Mo Shanghua gave him a mocking look, then turned and left.

Facing the dubious eyes of his colleagues, Liu Bohan had no choice but to lie again.

It may be that although he deliberately raised his voice just now, but the distance is far away, everyone probably couldn't hear him clearly, so he can still cover it up by finding a suitable excuse.

As for Moshang Hua, after returning to the Palace of Mental Cultivation, she was directly invited into the side hall by Liu Weng, and there was no shortage of good tea and exquisite dim sum made by the royal chef in the palace.

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Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation

Yan Beicheng entered the hall and saluted mechanically, "I have seen my father."

"Excuse me." Emperor Baorong leaned half on the soft pillow, and his voice was weak.

But in just half a month, the pain had already rotted his tortured face, his complexion was sallow, the blue shadows under the corners of his eyes were as deep as those painted on purpose, and a lot of white hair had grown between his temples, he looked like a dying tree. look.

Yan Beicheng's eyes only glanced at Emperor Baorong's face for a moment, then he averted his gaze, and his voice was calm without any waves, "What's the matter, father?"

Perhaps he was on the verge of death, but Emperor Baorong didn't have the irascibility of the previous few days, and said casually: "Those concubines and sons, even if they don't have me in their hearts, they still want to cry, you are real, look at me like this It looks like it's not acting on every occasion."

Yan Beicheng's ice-like stern face didn't fluctuate at all because of this sentence, and he stood upright, "I have done enough drama in the first half of my life."

The decree lines on Emperor Baorong's forehead are almost glued together, and the ravines are extremely deep, "You are so young, how can you talk about it in the first half of your life."

Yan Beicheng looked at him coldly, and the words in his mouth were equally cold, "For me, half my life has passed."

Which of those painful memories should have happened at his age? Therefore, he always thought that half of his life was over in his miserable days.

Emperor Baorong fell silent.

After a long time, he spoke slowly, "I am indeed ashamed of your mother. I can wash away the grievances for your mother, and I can also rectify the name of your mother's mother's family. I am chasing after the wind."

Yan Beicheng's cold brows and eyes finally fluctuated a little, and the corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc, "No need, I just want to leave this place as soon as possible and live a peaceful life."