Chapter 449: Poor
"And what Moduo mentioned at the palace banquet today..."
Because the matter involved Prince Teng's privacy, the envoy did not continue speaking, but the words at this point were enough to make Prince Teng tremble with fear.
If it is really the emperor who is secretly operating, then his intentions are obvious.
The emperor knew the truth of what happened that year, and was afraid that Moduo would be harmed in Da Qi, so before the real harm came, the emperor operated behind the scenes. On the surface, the emperor believed the so-called evidence of treason, but in fact, the emperor went with the flow and let Moduo escape.
During the years he was away, Moduo was secretly accumulating strength, while in the court, he was fighting with other princes to the death.
The emperor intends to let Moduo take advantage of the situation when they are all exhausted from fighting.
Anger surged in his heart, and Prince Teng was so angry that his heart was numb. The dog emperor used him!
Clenching his fist, Prince Teng said, "In that case, let's see who can make it to the end!"
Here, Prince Teng was discussing countermeasures with several of his trusted court officials.
Over there, in the Prince's Mansion, Su Heng, Mo Duo, Rong Que, and Su Qingqing raised their glasses and drank together.
Mo Duo laughed uninhibitedly and confidently, "After what happened today, with Prince Teng's suspicious nature, he will definitely not send the news of seeing me here back to Da Qi. Not only that, he will even try every means to block all other news from being passed on.
By then, as long as the emperor can get the news that I am still alive from other places and learn about this signed agreement, Prince Teng will not be able to explain it even if he has a hundred mouths.
In the emperor's mind, he was labeled as a member of the Moduo Party!
Hahahahaha…"
Moduo laughed out loud and drank the wine in the cup.
Su Heng looked at him and lowered his voice to Su Qingqing beside him, "Why do I feel that he is not happy?"
Su Qingqing thought to herself, how can I be happy about this?
The death of Moduo's mother cast a shadow over his life.
Now in the banquet hall, in order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to tell this matter. Although he did not show it on his face, he felt extremely painful in his heart.
Sure enough, just after Moduo finished his glass of wine, he suddenly stood up and said, "You guys chat, I won't disturb your family gathering!"
Having said that, he turned around and left in a casual and unrestrained manner.
Rong Que looked at Su Qingqing, who nodded and said softly, "Let him go."
Mo Duo left the Prince's Mansion and went directly to the Broken Red Tower.
It was late at night and everything was quiet except for the street where the Broken Red Building was located, which was filled with the sound of beautiful women.
He didn't know whether he was drunk or not. His steps were normal, but his eyes were blurred as he stepped into the gate of Shattered Red Mansion.
Mother Du was talking to a guest at the door. When she saw him coming, she quickly found an excuse to come over. "Sir, are you looking for Yingliu? Oh, what a coincidence, Miss Yingliu..."
Without waiting for her mother to finish, Mo Duo looked at her with blurry eyes. Mother Du had seen countless people, but she couldn't see the look in Mo Duo's eyes. She just felt that this man was very lonely today.
Mo Duo waved his hand and said, "I'm going to her room to sleep for a while."
The voice was so hoarse that it made my heart ache.
Mother Du pinched the handkerchief in her hand and watched Moduo go upstairs. She was still worried and turned back to her room.
These days, Yingliu has been resting at her place and not seeing anyone.
When Mother Du entered, Ying Liu was reading a book. When she heard the noise, she didn't put the book down, but just raised her eyelids to look over. "Why are you back now?"
Looking at Mother Du's expression, Yingliu already had the answer in her mind.
"He's coming?"
Mother Du nodded and said, "It doesn't look good."
Ying Liu felt as if her heart was being pinched. There was a palace banquet tonight. How could anything good happen at a palace banquet? It must have caused some unpleasantness...
She couldn't think about this. As soon as she thought about it, Yingliu's heart would ache so much that she couldn't breathe. She didn't say anything, but averted her gaze and forced herself to look at the notebook in her hand.
Mother Du sat nearby and sighed, "I'm not trying to persuade you, but he's really different today. He looks like he's about to cry."
Mo Duo is a man of iron will, and he looks like a tough guy who has been tempered on the battlefield.
But let Du's mother say this.
Yingliu lowered her head and didn't move, but she was actually very worried.
Mother Du added, "In this life, there are actually not many things we can grasp. For many things, we cannot understand them thoroughly just because we want to . Some things require time, experience, and experience before we can understand them.
There are also some things that, if delayed, you may never have the chance to do them again in this life.
When you want to turn back, the way back is already gone.
Feelings are something that cannot withstand consumption. Even the strongest wine, if left unopened for too long, will become worse than plain water."
Yingliu's hand holding the book had white joints and her fingers were trembling slightly.
Mother Du patted her on the back gently and said, "He looks really miserable. If you care about him, go and see him."
Yingliu looked up at Mother Du.
Mother Du had tears in her eyes and smiled, "If you miss it, you really can't catch it anymore."
Yingliu didn't know much about Mother Du. She only knew that when she was young, she loved someone deeply. It was said that the man loved Mother Du so much that he was willing to give his life to her.
The young person may not understand what love is. When that person really gives her his life, she suddenly realizes it, but there is no turning back.
Yingliu was a little afraid to think about how Du's mother felt at that time. She couldn't bear that kind of pain.
Biting her lip, she put down the book, stood up and walked out.
When Mo Duo entered Yingliu's room, he seemed to have lost his soul and fell on Yingliu's bed like a walking corpse. He picked up the neatly folded quilt, rolled it up, and hugged it in his arms, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that the quilt would grow legs and run away if he loosened it a little.
There were countless images in his mind, but he himself didn't know what he was thinking. He only knew that his heart was full of fear.
Fear of losing.
He has lost enough in his life.
Everything that can be lost is lost.
The only thing you want to catch now may not be caught.
This feeling of emptiness under your feet and no ground support makes you panic. You feel uncomfortable but don't know how to vent. You just want this day to be dark forever, and you want everyone to sleep like this forever and never wake up.
If you don’t wake up, there will be no tomorrow.
The thing in his hand is still there.
When Yingliu came in, she saw Moduo, a huge man, curled up on his bed.
He had clearly taken up most of the bed, but she felt that he was only a small space when he shrunk.
So pitiful.
