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"Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest." The female official came over and said respectfully.
"What time is it now?" Yu Rongying rubbed his temples. He looked tired but not sleepy. He just stared at the table in a daze. For a moment he even forgot how old he was.
"It is now the hour of Yin. The grandson of King Xiaoyao of Xiri will come to the palace to pay homage to Your Majesty." The female official reminded.
Yu Hexuan is the free and easy king. He has lived his life in the name of free and easy. He does not care about the affairs of the court, but travels around with his wife, feeling uncomfortable. Now, Yu Rongying is preparing to train his grandson as the next generation of heirs.
She has been in office for nearly 30 years, and because she is a warrior, her appearance is almost the same as that of a 30-year-old, except that her face has a more dignified look.
When she was young, ministers urged her to marry an emperor, but she refused. As her prestige grew, fewer and fewer people suggested so. It was not until she summoned the grandson of King Xiaoyao to the palace that people knew that the next heir to the throne might be the grandson of King Xiaoyao.
"Let's clear everything here." Yu Rongying also knew that the female official had been waiting for a long time. Although she didn't dare to make a decision on her own, it was quite annoying to have her remind herself that it was time to rest every once in a while.
Lying on the bed, her thoughts went back to when she was thirteen years old. That was the most painful period of her life. She didn't know whether her brother was alive or dead, and she and her relatives were bullied by villains.
The old man told her that the young master was the most sober and open-minded person in the world and hoped that she would follow him forever.
Later, he saved her from danger. It was the most precious encounter in her life, and also for the secret that she dared not tell.
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During the Wugan period, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, but even in the most prosperous times there were always rats in the dark corners.
"New here, don't you know that everything you beg for here must be handed over to the boss?" A skinny old man pointed at the man in front of him and cursed.
The man's hair covered his face, his clothes were tattered, and he was wolfing down a blackened steamed bun.
The slightly stronger beggar next to him grabbed the man's hair and slammed him against the wall.
"You are still pretending to be dumb in front of me. If you don't eat me, I will kill you!"
This time, the skinny old man felt a little bit reluctant.
"Forget it, forget it. Just let him go today. This guy looks like he hasn't eaten for three days. His legs are lame. He's a cripple. I've never seen anyone so miserable."
After all, if everyone is learning martial arts, most people will know half of the moves. But this man, either because his aptitude is too poor or he has been disabled, has no martial arts skills at all.
The man paused, and without paying attention to the wound on his forehead, he continued to chew the steamed bun. Because he was eating too fast, he choked and kept dry coughing in the corner.
The skinny old man shook his head and left.
The man Zheng Zheng looked at the blood dripping from his forehead and finally couldn't help but touch it.
The filth on your hands can never be washed clean.
He is Mo Huang. The Mo family gave him this name casually. Because he was born with original sin, he was a child born out of miscarriage of justice.
Before my mother killed Mo Yiming, she still loved me very much. However, my aptitude was extremely poor. Even if I tried to learn the simplest martial arts, I could not get started after practicing for a month.
Later, Mo Yiming took both his mother and himself away.
Originally I thought that I could live a normal life after leaving the temple, but I didn't expect that Mo Yiming had more than one woman. He believed that as long as she was his woman, it didn't matter whether she was noble or humble, or had a high or low status.
In Mo Yiming's eyes, his mother was no different from other women. There was even a famous prostitute from Yue Country who was more pleasing to him and had more say than his mother.
Mo Huang just thought it was ridiculous. Even in business, there were masters and concubines. If they were lumped together, wouldn't it only lead to more conflicts?
Fortunately, those women didn't have children, so I would definitely be taken seriously.
However, although Mo Yiming had many adventures, he never thought of using them on his only son.
He accidentally overheard the conversation between Mo Yiming and his mother.
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