Go Through My Demon Host

When he was an adult, his father passed the throne to him.

The father's expression was calm and cold, with innate dignity and grace.

Mo Qing thought, probably, only the queen mother can make the father and emperor show a different side.

"Imperial father, how should this son govern the country?" Mo Qing once asked Mo Jinhan.

At that time, Mo Jinhan was dressed in a purple robe and was unparalleled in beauty. He only said one sentence,

"What you see and hear is worse than what you think about yourself."

Mo Qing nodded solemnly, "Father, my son understands."

The new emperor ascended the throne and governed the country in an orderly manner.

Mo Jinhan reassured and ran around with the dye white.

I have been to green mountains and green waters, prosperous areas, and warm towns.

In the royal book house,

Mo Qing casually threw the memorial aside,

The father and mother should be doing well now.

It is said that the interests of the world are hard to give up,

Mo Qing, however, believed that there was such a love in the world that one could give up interests.

What he saw, wasn't it?

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, are you going to Fenghe Palace?"

Mo Qing's expression was calm, his black eyes were as cold and thin as Mo Jin's, but they were covered with a casual smile as if they were dyed white.

"Um."

The queen is a virtuous and virtuous person.

The respect between him and the queen is like a guest, and the water lasts for a long time.

But there is no such thing as love.

He did not understand the affection between the father and the mother.

A sincerity, how can it be so easy to meet?

But that friendship made him admire.

later,

The father fell ill.

very ill.

that day,

Mo Qing didn't want to disturb the relationship between Mo Jinhan and Ranbai, and quietly withdrew.

The moment I learned of my father's death,

The wine cup in Mo Qing's hand suddenly fell,

In his heart, there were mixed emotions that could not be explained clearly.

A little sad, a little sad.

Heart aches.

he knows,

The father and mother treated him very well,

I vaguely remember when I was little,

The queen mother once said to herself beside him,

"When I was young, I looked so good-looking, but I can't grow crooked. When the time comes, I will abduct a girl and go home."

The father and the emperor smiled and looked at the mother queen, infinitely pampering and pampering.

The warm and peaceful atmosphere,

Mo Qing thought,

He is nostalgic.

On the day the father died, the mother also left.

Mo Qing went to the palace, dressed in white, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

He instructed the person next to him, "Bury the father and mother in the same coffin."

That is, a will.

Mo Qing looked at the two people lying quietly,

Time did not seem to leave a trace in front of the two, as always.

The men are handsome, the women are alluring.

The two seemed to be just sleepy and fell asleep.

When the sun rises, the two of them will wake up.

His father's life was a miracle. He worked diligently in government and loved the people, recovered countless cities, and developed the country into a prosperous world.

After the death of the father and mother,

National mourning.

White clothes are everywhere.

Mo Qing walked out of the palace, and before he knew it, he walked into the imperial garden again.

Looking at the blooming peach trees not far away, and the exotic flowers and plants around,

Mo Qing's eyes seemed to have that scene again, just like years ago,

When he was little, his father and mother stood together.

The queen mother was wearing a lavender light-patterned robe, three thousand black and soft black hair was naturally loose, and her delicate jade-like face held a faint smile.

smiled at him and said,

"Xiaoqing, it's not good to keep a straight face, don't be like your father, what if you scare your future wife away?"

At that time, the royal father was wearing a dark black dragon robe with pale gold lines, and the tassel on the emperor's crown swayed gently, no longer the cold dignity in front of others, the indifferent majesty, and the gentle and pampering smile, "Where did I scare you away?"

He was only four years old at the time, and nodded solemnly, his big eyes like black grapes flickered, "Well, don't be stern, you want a lady!"

Looking at the virtual image not far away, Mo Qing's lips curled into a shallow smile, as if time had flown backwards, back to the years before.

Now, he just wanted to say.

I'm not serious, can I ask you to come back?

The sun still rises and everything goes on as usual.

but only,

Without those two touches, it was a stunning figure.