Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

Chapter 122

"The villain knows his mistake. If you go back to the king, the crying child is the youngest son offered by the former crown prince..."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a dead silence in the room.

The palace servants kneeling in front of the hall did not dare to take a breath.

After a while, he heard Mu Congcong's deep voice, "Whose young son do you think?"

Everyone knew that the former Crown Prince Xian was sentenced to death for committing a crime of disrespect, and his family members were no exception, now a young son appeared suddenly, the King Neng was happy.

The palace servant tremblingly said, "Your Majesty, the youngest son's mother was originally a maidservant in the Eastern Palace. The former crown prince got lucky after being drunk and was suspected of climbing the dragon and the phoenix. Therefore, he was sent to the Taimiao to guard the tomb..."

Mu Congcong interrupted him, and said indifferently, "Where's the maid?"

"Return to the king: I have been detained outside."

"Oh." Mu Congcong said lightly, "Give me death."

After saying that, he stepped forward, and all the accompanying people followed him. After leaving the Taimiao, Mu Congcong suddenly stopped in front of the step, and the accompanying people did not dare to breathe. Bring that child."

The servant responded, turned around and went back, and came back not long after, holding a half-grown child in his arms, crying with a blushing face, the servant carried the child to Mu Congcong, who He glanced at the child very coldly, but because of her glance, the crying child suddenly stopped.

Mu Container: "..."

The infant child opened his dark eyes, tilted his head and grinned at her.

Mu Congcong looked at the little doll who was smiling at her, and her heart that had no feeling at all suddenly relaxed. Just now, she thought of A Xian—the child she loved the most in the past, and this child was very similar to A Xian.

The servant said happily, "Your Majesty, he smiled at you."

Mu Container glanced at him.

The servant was terrified: "..."

The baby in his arms was even happier, after a long while, Mu Congcong commented, "Ugly thing."

servant:"……"

Little Doll:"……"

The servant understood the sharpness and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to take him back to the palace?"

Mu Rongrong said, "How old is he?"

"If you go back to the king, it seems that it will only be three or four months."

Mu Congcong stepped forward and said casually, "Find a nanny, don't starve to death." This is the meaning of taking him back to the palace by default, and the servant replied:

"The villain takes orders."

"Get up—"

Mu Congcong raised his hand, and the servant waved his hand to give in and stopped, and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty?"

"Forget it, take it back to the Jiaofang Palace and hand it over to Wang Jun."

The servant was a little surprised. Everyone knew that the king had been feuding with the king for more than ten years, and now the king wanted to take the child back to the Jiaofang Palace. The difference between a nanny is too great.

... It seems that the king is going to recognize this grandson, the servant thought to himself.

"I know."

The servant was right in thinking, Mu Cong really recognized the child as his grandson, entered into the Murong Clan's ancestry, and gave him the name Ji.

Murong Ji.

... I don't know what kind of meaning is contained in this name.

Murong Ji was raised under Wang Jun's knees in the Jiaofang Palace. He grew up very well. He could recite hundreds of poems at the age of four, and he was very fond of him.For him, Wang Jun, who is equally indifferent, set up a school in the Jiaofang Palace to teach his grandson to read. Sometimes, Zhe Mucong would go over to take a look at him from a distance after the memorial was approved. Across a long corridor, the king One and Wang Jun will always turn their backs to the other, never meet again, and never say a word.

When Murong Ji was five years old, it was No. 20, when Murong Cong succeeded to the throne. In the fifth year, the Qin court threw a big banquet. The prince who never attended such an occasion actually attended because of the arrival of his father's family. He succeeded to the throne for 25 years. Mu Teng, who destroyed seven countries and made Qin one of the three tyrants, was very happy that day and drank a lot of wine.

At the banquet, Jian Jian, the patriarch of the Jian family, also came. Wang Jun sat beside Wang Zuo, looked at His Highness's elder brother, looked at each other, and smiled faintly.

Jian Jian knows that Jian Zhi has been very unhappy these years, but he loves the container so much, so he is willing to be trapped in the palace for more than [-] years. Seeing his younger brother's current appearance, Jian Si sits in his highness and thinks quietly, if he ...He walked faster, faster, and stopped Jian Zhi in front of the East Palace that year, so that he would not give away his personal gold silk armor, and she would not return her personal warmth Jade.

Maybe that way, everyone would be better off.

Just as he was thinking, Mu Congcong called his name:

"Brother—"

Simply looking up, the woman in the hall who is over [-] years old but still in high spirits raised a wine glass and said, "I only wish to marry my brother."

Simply startled.

"The only grandson of the orphan: Murong Ji, is willing to marry the daughter of the Jian family as his concubine, and when he succeeds the great Qin Guozuo after a hundred years of loneliness, he will make the daughter of the Jian family his heir."

Jian Jian looked sideways at the adopted daughter sitting beside her, one Jian An, one Jian Jing, one quiet, and one lively, they were only two years old now.

Jian Zhiyi in the hall turned his head, looked at the woman sitting beside him, and said coldly, "—shameless."

The latter tilted his head and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Wang Jun's praise."

Rao Jian Zhi, who seemed to be calm and self-cultivated, couldn't help but frown after hearing her words. Before she had time to say anything, she heard His Highness' elder brother say: