Chapter 420 Isn't it a waste that the God is in Mount Xiyue?

In the hall, the Third Prince's body was shaking continuously, and finally he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Epilepsy?" Someone shouted.

"Call the doctor, call the doctor!"

"When did His Royal Highness the Third Prince have this problem? This is not good. If he really has that problem, he will lose face for the whole country if he does this on the throne!"

"More than that, if the Third Prince is like this in front of the battle, how can we command the three armies?"

"I heard that the witch clan has the ability to heal itself, otherwise, the one in the cold palace would not be fine after being tortured again and again!"

In the court, although the voices of some court officials were very small, they could still be heard by Ruoxi and the baby.

"Your Majesty, your beloved son is sick!" Ci Xin looked at the twitching Third Prince on the ground curiously and said.

"Come, take Prince Li away!" The Emperor of Xiyue shouted coldly. After giving the order, he waved his hand and said, "Come, give His Majesty the Emperor of Wei a seat!"

The servants brought up the stools, but when they were placed, they were randomly scattered.

Xiao Yin smiled faintly and said, "Ci Xin, you hold Xi'er and sit here. I will sit here. Xi'er likes bright places!"

The emperor was willing to sit at the bottom and respect his subordinates, which made many courtiers in the Xiyue court purse their lips.

"I didn't expect that the Emperor of Wei is such a casual person!" said the old Emperor of Xiyue.

"Well, it depends on who you are dealing with!" Xiao Yin said. After that, he looked at Emperor Xiyue and said, "I brought Jingyu back to see his mother. I heard that when he was willing to go to my Great Wei, you promised him that you would treat his mother well. Did you treat her well?"

"Wu Fei has a stubborn temper. He went to the cold palace voluntarily. Over the years, I... have really neglected her!" said the old emperor.

He dared to say this because he knew that most of the royal families in the world were like this.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of Great Wei, I heard that a lot of things have happened in your palace recently, right?" A court official came out and looked at Xiao Yin, and he seemed to be mocking him: "I heard that your queen..."

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the minister fell beside a pillar and fell down, vomiting blood.

"Jingyu, you...what are you doing?" The emperor shouted at Mo Jingyu coldly, "This is Lord Bian, a fourth-rank official in the court. How dare you hit him like this? You are rebelling!" "

Don't you think, father, that this man is actually rebelling?" Mo Jingyu looked at Emperor Xiyue on the high throne and said, "The reason why my son became a hostage is not because the Wei Kingdom is stronger than us, and we have reached an agreement with the Wei Kingdom. Besides, no matter what, as a country of etiquette, as a country, shouldn't we treat emperors and royal relatives from other countries with courtesy?"

"This... His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is right!" On the side, an old minister walked out. Xiao Yin recognized him. He was the Minister of Rites of Xiyue. He was a person who paid great attention to rules and regulations. He was not biased towards Mo Jingyu. He was just seeking truth from facts.

After all, Mo Jingyu is a person that no one wants to mention in Xiyue.

"Minister Zhao is very insightful, what he said is right!" Cixi said, and glanced at Mo Jingyu. Mo Jingyu immediately stepped forward and gave the milk bottle to Cixin, who took it to Xiao Xier.

Xiao Xier looked at the civil and military officials in the Manchu court of Xiyue and always felt that they were not as good as the Wei Dynasty.

"These court officials are very angry. They seem to be dissatisfied with the court, and even more dissatisfied with the emperor. Perhaps, the emperor of Xiyue has also failed!"

"Oh, this is from the Seven-Colored Palace, why is there some mysterious energy on his body?"

Baby Ruoxi looked at a man who looked like a general, with curiosity in his eyes.

The man also looked at baby Ruoxi, but after just an exchange of glances, baby Ruoxi's brows immediately tightened: "How can this damn Xiyue have such a powerful general like the White Tiger! I'm thinking, we have the little black dragon and the Suzaku, but why doesn't we have the warlike White Tiger God!"

"Why is the God here, uncle, Xiao Xinxin, we must dig him away!"

Baby Ruoxi summoned her uncle and Xiao Xinxin with her mind. She wanted to get the God of War of Xiyue back, or...

"By the way, uncle, you guys take Xiyue down and give it to little brother Jingyu. In this way, Dawei will be safe. This God of War should be kept for little brother!"

"You little thing, you are quite good at arrangements!" Ci Xin looked at the little girl drinking milk in her arms, and felt a little amused.

Therefore, General Bai Xi, who was standing in the team, became a little uneasy.

He just glanced at the little girl, and there was always a sense of déjà vu, which surprised him.

After all, the little girl was only a little over one year old, and he had not left Xiyue for more than a year. The border did not want him to take charge of the military power, and it was all controlled by the Seven-Colored Palace. He didn't want to come to the court at first. If his master asked him to assist the Emperor of Xiyue, he would pay attention.

But this time, the emperor and the national teacher from Wei were looking at him for what?

Was it because he looked at the little girl a few more times?

"I want to see my mother, please bring my mother here!" Mo Jingyu continued to make his request.

"By the way, we also want to see the Empress Wu!" Xiao Yin said.

"Well, you can go see him after the court session. I forgot to release her from the cold palace. I'll have someone arrange for her to stay in the Guili Palace!" said the emperor.

"With so many court officials here, please witness how the emperor takes care of my mother!" said Mo Jingyu.

"Jingyu, don't go too far!" said the emperor with a cold shout.

On the side, Xiyue Imperial Master finally spoke. Before, he had been observing baby Ruoxi. He felt that this child must be a little strange. Her words and deeds, her every move, were very strange. He thought she was some kind of demon, but no matter how he looked at it, this girl was just an ordinary baby.

"Your Majesty, just follow the Seventh Prince's orders. After all, aren't you also particularly troubled by the affairs of the harem?" The feminine voice was filled with a strange meaning.

Baby Ruoxi glanced at the man and said, "He is just a trickster. There is no point in him!"

Feeling the little girl's contempt, the imperial teacher named Ye Xuan felt as if an arrow had pierced his chest and it hurt a little.

"Yes, yes, what the Imperial Master said is true. My harem, ah, is always a headache for me. Yes, yes, yes, come, invite the Empress Wu over!"