Chapter 55 This Mo Jingyu cannot be kept, danger
Xiao Yue knelt in the hall, burning incense and praying sincerely.
About half an hour later, after worshipping all the gods and Buddhas, Xiao Yue walked towards the meditation room at the back.
"Royal brother?" Seeing a bright yellow standing outside the meditation room, Xiao Yue couldn't help but shout curiously.
"Yuer, are you done worshipping?" Xiao Yin turned around and looked at his sister coming over, and responded.
"Royal brother, didn't you go to see Master Jingen? Why are you here?" Xiao Yue looked into the house.
"Master Jingen gave me a great gift!" The emperor's words were accompanied by a bitter smile.
"What?" Xiao Yue stepped forward and tried to take the girl from her royal brother's arms, but her royal brother shook his head, hinting that the little girl was asleep and asked her to look inside the house.
"...A boy?" Xiao Yue couldn't help but walk in, looking at the boy lying on the bed, and said, "This child is good-looking, about eight or nine years old? How come he is injured so badly?"
The boy was thin and didn't look like he had much flesh on his body.
Not only that, his arms, face, and neck were full of scars, new and old wounds crisscrossed...
"Your Highness, this is Mo Jingyu, the seventh prince of Xiyue Kingdom!" Jing En said.
"Xiyue Kingdom?" Xiao Yue turned her head to look at her brother.
Three years ago, Xiyue Kingdom took advantage of the instability of the political situation after the new emperor of Wei ascended the throne and invaded the border of Wei, intending to annex Wei.
However, the Wei Emperor Xiao Yin led his elite black armored guards, not only forcing them back all the way, but also successfully invaded the Xiyue Imperial City, forcing the Xiyue Emperor to sign an agreement not to fight for ten years!
Xiyue tried to steal the chicken but failed, and ended up becoming a vassal state of Wei.
"Three years ago, I brought the fourth prince back from Xiyue as a hostage, but the fourth prince was unlearned and I was tired of him. The envoy of Xiyue came in the middle of the year and said that he was willing to replace a prince and asked the seventh prince to come. I just agreed casually!" Xiao Yin said.
"So, this one came here to be a hostage by himself?" Xiao Jian asked.
"Yes, the seventh prince brought an attendant with him on the road, but as soon as he entered the border of Wei, he was plotted and hunted down. His attendant was killed, and he was rescued by me and brought back all the way!" Master Jing En said.
"The fourth prince was replaced by the seventh prince, and he was hunted down as soon as he entered Wei. This is really interesting!" Xiao Jian smiled faintly and shook his head.
"Amitabha, there is a Seven-Colored Palace in Mount Xiyue. If the Seven-Colored Palace is not destroyed, I'm afraid they will have the potential to make a comeback." Jing'en said, looking at the emperor.
As a monk, he shouldn't care about these worldly affairs, but once the two countries go to war, the most hurt are the unarmed people. As a monk, he naturally feels compassion and sympathizes with the people.
"Seven-Colored Palace? How come there is a Seven-Colored Palace in this world? Ha, it seems that evil ways exist in every world. Without these things, it would be boring!" Baby Ruoxi twisted her two little hands together and blew a bubble from her little mouth, indicating that the baby was also interested in this matter.
Master Jing'en raised his eyebrows and looked at the swaddling clothes.
Xiao Yin patted the swaddling clothes and said, "Take him back to the palace and let Wen Xu treat him properly. After all, if he dies in my Wei, they will have an excuse!"
"The injuries on this child are not formed in one or two months. I'm afraid he has been abused since he was a child." Xiao Yao gently covered Mo Jingyu with a robe. Looking at the small child with wounds crisscrossing his body, her eyes were a little red.
Thinking of her son, who had a bad experience in the general's mansion in recent years, she felt deeply guilty.
"Yuer, take him back to the palace first!" Xiao Yin looked at his sister's appearance. He knew that his sister remembered what she had experienced in Shangguan Jinghong's beastly home in recent years. When he spoke, his eyes were full of pity.
Looking down at the little girl in his arms, he felt relieved again: Fortunately, fortunately, Xiao Xi'er is fine, and his uncle's role is not in vain.
Eunuch Gao stepped forward, picked up Mo Jingyu, and followed the emperor down the mountain.
The carriage went all the way to the palace. Mo Jingyu's consciousness was a little fuzzy, because some of the wounds on his body were inflamed, and he had a high fever.
Baby Ruoxi was held by her uncle, and the angle was just right to see the little brother leaning against his mother's arms opposite.
"Purple dragon aura! This child is not worth having!" Baby Ruoxi frowned slightly: "Purple dragon is the aura of the emperor. The purple dragon aura on my uncle is strong. Whenever my uncle loses his temper, the purple dragon aura will fluctuate. This kid, who is so young, actually has such a strong purple dragon aura on him? Dangerous, dangerous!"
Xiao Yin paused slightly after patting his niece's hand. He raised his eyes and glanced at the child in Xiao Yao's arms opposite him. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
In this way, train this kid well, and in the future, let him go back to Xiyue Kingdom and take down Xiyue Kingdom directly. That's great!
Xiao Yin, the emperor of the Wei Dynasty who has trained many elite soldiers and generals, is very confident that he can train a child into the most powerful subordinate!
Xiao Ya heard the lady's thoughts. She was wiping Mo Jingyu's forehead with a wet handkerchief, but she subconsciously lowered the handkerchief a little closer to Mo Jingyu's mouth and nose.
If...
"No, we can't let this little villain die now. This will bring trouble to my uncle!" Baby Ruoxi began to think again in her heart: "Wait for an opportunity and think of a plausible reason. It would be best if I come in person!"
The handkerchief in Xiao Ya's hand loosened and fell to the bottom.
She glanced at her brother quietly. Fortunately, her brother just smiled and looked at his daughter. He should not have heard what Xi'er was thinking.
Xiao Ya felt that if her brother knew that Xi'er was such a cruel little girl, he might dislike Xi'er.
After all, a child still in swaddling clothes could be so cruel and ruthless. In the future...
You know, her brother Xiao Yin had killed people all the way and stepped on the blood of his father and brother. After he ascended the throne, he formulated many policies. In the area of ​​benevolence and filial piety, he made many plans, but never promulgated them.
Brothers killing each other, fathers killing each other, are his most painful memories.
It is difficult for him to get over this hurdle!
Mo Jingyu moved, his slightly swollen eyes opened slightly, and a chubby little face fell into his eyes...
The royal family of Wei.
Mo Jingyu was taken to the Glazed Palace, which was the palace where Xiao Jian lived before she got married. The emperor ordered people to renovate and tidy it up and decorate it more exquisitely so that his sister and niece could live in it.
"This child... the oldest scar on his body looks like it's five or six years old!" Wen Xu shook his head and said.