Happy pastoral concubine

Chapter 658

"You... how come this brocade box is in your hands?" Murong Ze stared at the gray brocade box in the man's hand, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "This... brocade box..."

"That's right, Grandpa Huang gave the brocade box to my son." Murong He looked at him with undisguised sarcasm and sarcasm, "Father, a tiger's poison does not eat its offspring. Grandpa Huang just praised his son." You have murdered my son a few times, my son! All these years, my son has been sick for a long time, it is your handwriting, father, isn't it?"

"Bastard! Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Why doesn't my son know what I'm talking about?" Murong He sneered, his eyes slightly cold, "Back then, the emperor wanted to pass the throne to the son, but the father found out the clue. So the father joined forces with the original The empress dowager performed a big show, drawing everyone's attention to Concubine Lan and the third uncle. You designed to kill Concubine Lan and demoted the third uncle to the imperial mausoleum on trumped-up charges! Father! , you are unkind to your father and unkind to your brother! You are unkind and unrighteous, you have no conscience!"

Murong He approached step by step, and condemned forcefully, "Royal Father, you stole the dragon chair under you, and now that Grandfather's will is here, you should return the throne you stole to me." I'm a son!"

"You...you unfilial son!" Murong Ze never thought that one day he would be forced into such a mess by his own son. If he knew today, he should have strangled this reckless brat to death!

I don't know how much power Murong He has cultivated by keeping a low profile these years!
This pervert!

The furious Murong Ze suddenly turned around, pulled down the Shangfang sword placed on the weapon rack with lightning speed, and pointed it at Murong He's eyebrows!
"Father is becoming angry from embarrassment, and wants to kill this son?" To his surprise, Murong He's eyes did not show the slightest panic. He looked at him calmly, with a mocking light in his eyes, "Now the two The younger brother and the third brother are already dead, if the son-in-law dies under your sword again, what kind of rhetoric will the father plan to use to silence everyone in the world?"

Today's Dayong Dynasty has not had a drop of rain for three consecutive months.

The second and third princes died of illness one after another, and the empress and Concubine He died together in the cold palace. The court was in turmoil and people were in panic.

According to various rumors among the people, Murong Ze is not the real Son of Heaven, that's why he brought the entire Great Yong Dynasty to the current situation!
If even the eldest prince who has been ill for a long time dies, I'm afraid...

Murong He had accurately calculated Murong Ze's current state of mind, so he dared to be so confident.

Just as he expected, even though Murong Ze had already picked up Shang Fang's sword, he would not dare to kill Murong He just like this!

The two confronted each other for a whole cup of tea. Murong Ze threw away the sword in his hand in frustration, took two steps back, and finally leaned on the steps leading to the dragon chair in embarrassment, "You naughty son, what do you want?" what?"

"My son just wants to get back what belongs to me!" Murong He looked at him, gently curling the corners of his lips, but the smile in his eyes made people shudder.

"You're dreaming!" Murong Ze glared at him fiercely, his eyes full of sarcasm, "You want me to give you the throne?"

"Naturally," Murong He nodded without hesitation, and immediately curled up the corners of his lips, and smiled slightly, "It would be great if my father voluntarily returned the throne that belonged to my son to my son, but father If the emperor is unwilling..."

"Why, do you still dare to kill the king?"

"I don't dare, it's just that I liked the box of tea leaves that my father gave my father, so I specially ordered Fu Gonggong to cook the tea leaves. I believe that my father is very familiar with the taste of green mandarin and Pu'er." It can't be better..."

"You...you rebellious son..." Murong Ze's eyes widened, his chest suddenly ached, his anger forced the toxins in his body to explode quickly, and he immediately fell to the side, with bright red blood overflowing from the corners of his lips.

"It seems that my father really likes this green mandarin pu'er. It's not in vain that Fei Erchen specially prepared it for more than a year. Everyone said that the royal family is ruthless. At first, my son didn't believe it. My son is the first son of my father. A son, although his mother and concubine's status is low, but the emperor's grandpa likes his son. At that time, Erchen naively thought that his grandfather liked his son, and his father must also like his son, but father, you... too much Let Erchen down!

Since Erchen was born, Grandpa Huang’s attitude towards third uncle has not been as kind as it used to be. Father, you are secretly grateful but also afraid. You are afraid that Grandpa Huang will directly pass you over to pass the throne to Erchen, so you are afraid , you pretended to be a loving father, but in fact you did some shady tricks behind your back. You deliberately let my son develop the habit of drinking tea, and then you put poison in the tea that my son likes. , Over the years, my son's body has become weaker and weaker day by day..."

"Come... come... people... ah..." At this moment, Murong Ze saw the murderous intent in Murong He's eyes. The sky should not be called the point where the earth is not working!

"Father, are you scared?" Seeing his subconscious movement of trying to escape, Murong He couldn't help laughing, "Father, don't be nervous, my son is not like you, you are cold and heartless Injustice, whether you treat your son or brother, you are cruel and ruthless! But Erchen is different. Erchen is like Erchen's mother and concubine. The mother and concubine are gentle and kind. She is reluctant to trample an ant on the ground to death. As her son, how could I do such a thing as killing the king?"

"You...Murong He...what on earth do you want...cough cough..." Murong Ze desperately tried to calm down his emotions, but no matter what, he couldn't calm down. The deep pain hit the whole body, as if he was smashed to pieces in an instant!
"Father, don't be nervous. Our father and son haven't seen each other for so many years. I want to catch up with you and have a good heart-to-heart talk." Murong He suddenly suppressed the smile on his face, and took out the A delicate dagger was aimed at his heart, "Just now, I really want to know how did my concubine, Concubine Mei, die?"

Murong Ze was born of Concubine Mei, who was the legitimate daughter of Zhao Shile, Minister of the Household Department, and she later became Murong Ze's side concubine.

When Concubine Mei first entered the palace, she was extremely favored by Murong Ze, and not long after, she had the eldest prince Murong He.

Concubine Mei was in good health, and she had been cautious in everything since the early stage of pregnancy, but she didn't want to die within three months after giving birth to Murong He.

Later, Murong He was recorded under the knees of Concubine De who had nothing to do. De Concubine injured her body when she was young, and it was difficult to conceive in this life. In addition, she was an old man beside Murong Ze, so the eldest prince always hung in her name.

Murong He once asked the old man who served Concubine Mei how did Concubine Mei die.

All the people he questioned were dead, and he still couldn't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)