"Although the Eleventh Prince was born by a palace maid and had a humble status, he was also His Majesty's Dragon Son, and it was not something that could be explained by forgetting it." Bai Jiu bowed to the ground where he started and said seriously, "Your Majesty is strong and in his prime, why should you make a crown prince early? Although the Eleventh Prince may be a talent for making a fortune. If Your Majesty accepts a lot of harem and adds a dragon son, why should you worry about not having a lot of children like now?"

When Emperor Mo Sang was about to say something, the eunuch's voice sounded outside.

"Your Majesty, nine thousand years have arrived."

Emperor Mo Sang stood up directly and looked at the Nine Thousand Years. Emperor Mo Sang suddenly raised a huge smile, "Yes, my dear friends, I have a happy event today to tell you that I have indeed added a new prince!"

What?

The civil and military officials looked at each other, but they had never heard of any concubine in the harem who had given birth to a prince when she became pregnant? What does Your Majesty mean?

Even Mo Li's face became gloomy. He stared at Bai Jiu with murderous intent.

The eleventh prince?

That eleventh prince who is so humble that no one can remember?

Do you dare to compete with him for the position of prince and live impatiently?

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty. I wonder which Empress the little prince was from?" asked a minister.

Emperor Mo Sang waved at Jiu Qiansui. When Jiu Qiansui was puzzled, he said: "Nine Thousand Years Mo Xuanye was born to the folk woman I favored when I followed the late emperor twenty years ago to fight. I have been secretly sending people to educate him until I took him back to the palace seven years ago. In order to experience, I did not let him recognize his ancestors and return to his hometown."

"The prince is not virtuous and the prince is not worthy of use. This is God's will. I naturally have to follow the will of heaven. From now on, I decided to let Mo Xuanye recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors and make him the crown prince!"

What?

Mo Li widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in great surprise.

Jiu Qiansui is his brother?

How is this possible?

This news shocked everyone. Isn’t Jiu Qiansui a eunuch?

At the door, Jiu Qiansui was still the usual plain white robe, with long ink hair tied up with a very simple mutton fat jade crown, and her body was slender and calm. Although she was not as humble as a eunuch, no one expected that Jiu Qiansui was actually a prince who was wandering among the people?

No wonder His Majesty loves him so much.

When Jiu Qiansui walked into the Golden Palace, he heard the sound under his upper arm. His eyes passed through the faint sewer, and there was a moment of pause. Then he stepped forward as if he had heard nothing and bent down: "My teacher, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

"Xuan Ye, hurry up and calm down. I want you to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors today!" Emperor Mo Sang stood up and came to Jiu Qiansui's side. After helping him up, he looked at the ministers with a gloomy face with great majesty, saying, "Please ask Mr. Zong to immediately carry out the ceremony of accepting your ancestors and returning to your ancestors and return to your ancestors and immediately!"

The royal family's ceremony of recognizing ancestors is more complicated than imagined, and the elders who specialize in rituals have special methods to verify the source of their bloodline. Since Your Majesty said that the ceremony of recognizing ancestors and returning ancestors is to be held, it means that the nine thousand years old is a prince who is really a wandering among the people.

And he is also the eldest son!

Mo Li gave a wink to a minister around him. The minister stepped forward and knelt down, "Your Majesty, although Jiu Qiansui is a prince who is wandering among the people, it remains to be discussed whether he can take on the important task of the prince. Please think twice!"

"Xuan Ye is the nine thousand years old for all the years, because everyone can see how the prince, whom Your Majesty has carefully taught, cannot take on the heavy responsibility of the prince?" Emperor Mo Sang's face immediately became ugly when he heard the minister's words, and the smile on his face also darkened.

Jiu Qiansui, who had not spoken, suddenly bowed down and said, "Please take back your life!"

"Xuan Ye, I like you, and I owe you a lot, you must be the position of the prince!" Emperor Mo Sang said firmly, and at the same time, he waved his dragon robe and sleeves, "Please, Mr. Zong, I will test my relatives on the spot!"

The ceremony of recognizing ancestors was more complicated than imagined. The ministers changed their faces one by one, especially those from the Li Wang faction. They thought that the position of prince would belong to the only prince, Prince Li, but they did not expect that another concubine's eldest son who was wandering among the people would appear.

And it's nine thousand years old.

His Majesty confirmed that Jiu Qiansui was Longzi in front of all civil and military officials, and then he strongly appointed him as the crown prince despite the opposition of civil and military ministers.

When the court finally dispersed, Mo Li's face looked extremely embarrassed.

After the tide was gone, Jiu Qiansui did not leave. When everyone left, he asked Emperor Mo Sang, "Why do you do this?"

Emperor Mo Sang had a hint of tenderness in his expression, "Because you are my only bloodline, only you can inherit my world, and no one else has the right to do it!"

The scenery between the nine thousand years old eyebrows, the picturesque eyes slowly were frozen by the cold temperature, just like a layer of ice slowly condensed in the eyes, and all emotions in the eyes were frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiu Qiansui pursed his lips, "I have said a long time ago that I have no interest in your throne."

Emperor Mo Sang sneered indifferently, "Even if you are not interested, the throne belongs to you. I have no other prince except you, so you must be!"

Jiu Qiansui was standing there for a long time before saying for a long time: "I don't like trouble!"

"Don't worry, I will stay for you. I will stay for you, King Jing, Mo Yan, or King Li." When Emperor Mo Sang talked about this, his voice was particularly cold, and the gentleness in his eyes was only given to Nine Thousand Years. He didn't care about other princes at all.

On the same day, His Majesty personally posted the imperial list, announced his true identity of Nine Thousand Years, and also named him the crown prince.

When Mo Yan, who was imprisoned, was not surprised at all when he heard the news, because he had known his life experience of Jiu Qiansui for a long time, because Yan Qingyu told him at the beginning.

However, he had never found the incest between the princess of the previous dynasty and His Majesty mentioned, so he could not start from his own experience.

When Mo Yan knew that his position as a prince was deposed, he felt particularly calm. From the beginning, he seemed to guess that he was just a chess piece. It was right. He was a disabled prince, so what qualifications did he have to be named the crown prince?

It was a shield for others from the beginning.

But I didn't expect it to be a nine thousand-year-old shield.

Mo Yan was in a very calm mood, even if the position of prince was deprived, he did not panic at all.

But I didn't expect that the next day, King Jing died.

Before, when King Jing was unconscious, someone maliciously poisoned him, and then framed Mo Yan, allowing Mo Yan to be deposed as the crown prince, and finally he was named the crown prince for nine thousand years.

However, the second day after being named the crown prince in Nine Thousand Years, King Jing died and Mo Yan became the real murderer. Originally, His Majesty just imprisoned him, but now because of King Jing's death, Yan Xun's sect Tang and Mo Yan made Mo Yan demoted Mo Yan to a commoner and could never take the lead in the junior high school forever.

Mo Yan was truly frightened when he heard this news.

Before the ceremony of the crown prince's enthronement was over, King Jing died, and he was demoted to a commoner.

Who framed him?

It's Mo Li!

Mo Li could have become the prince, but because a nine thousand years old appeared out of thin air in the middle, all his plans were put into vain.

Is this considered making wedding dresses for others?

When he was helped by someone in prison, Mo Yan called out the name and wanted to see Mo Li, and he mocked Mo Li in front of him. Isn’t it ridiculous to make wedding dresses for others?

Even if he failed, Mo Yan had never made a wedding dress with others. Even if he failed, he would be open and upright.

"Mo Li, Mo Li, so what if you framed me? The position of the prince will never belong to you. How about making wedding dresses for others?" Mo Yan was locked in the clan's mansion. Looking at Mo Li with a gloomy face outside the prison cell, he smiled with great comfort.

If you are not having a good time, you can't even think about it.

"You are still in the mood to make fun of me when you die?" Mo Li's face turned gloomy and whispered, but he raised a sarcastic arc. "Even if I made wedding dresses for others, I am still a prince. Unlike you, I was demoted to a commoner in the end, and I will never have the power to turn over again!"

"You will spend your whole life in this dark dungeon!"

Mo Yan curled his lips slightly, and his sinister eyes were filled with a hint of pleasure. He would never spend his whole life in the dark dungeon, and he would still help him.

Yan Qingyu, who pretended to die.

She will definitely not give up on herself, and she will definitely hide after she pretends to die and leaves.

"That may not be!" Mo Yan said to Yan Qing, and in his heart, he loved and hated him, perhaps he hated him more.

But when he reached this point, he actually believed Yan Qingyu so much, even if he was demoted to a commoner, he would not be afraid.

Mo Li didn't know where this man's confidence came from. He didn't like Mo Yan's gloating eyes. He had obviously been demoted to a commoner, so why did he look at him with such a lofty look?

The two of them opened the door of the cell directly, and Mo Li strode in. I held Mo Yan's collar and hit the wall hard. Mo Yan's back of his head was painful and his eyes were black. How cruel was the man in front of me?

"You are really confident, then you just watch how I got the throne little by little, and you die like a mouse in this dark corner... The flesh and blood are rotting, leaving only a pile of bones as nourishment for the flowers under the moon!"

"I will wait and see!" Mo Yan and Mo Li looked at each other and said contemptuously.

"snort!"

Mo Li let go of the man in front of him, and when he left, he said softly to the prison guard at the gate, "Take good care of our former crown prince. If something goes wrong, I will ask you!"

"Yes, yes!" The jailer guarding the gate bent down quickly and looked at the blood on the walls of the prison cell without hesitation.

He sent Mo Li away with a look of awe.

Mo Li would never let it go. On the day when he was named the prince of Nine Thousand Years, a large number of plagues suddenly appeared. Ten people died suddenly at different places on the same day. In addition, a large number of red sores and dark spots, suppuration and water flowing, and a high fever continued to die.

When the doctors in the capital received these patients, they thought they had an ordinary fever at first, but they did not expect that all of these patients died in just three days.

This incident attracted people's attention.

Finally, a doctor rushed out of his urge to take care of him and ran towards the government with a pale face. The doctor had a very high medical skills and accidentally discovered that the symptoms of the dead ten people were very similar to the legendary plague.

So on the day when Nine Thousand Years were named Prince, the plague also occurred at the same time.

Rumors slowly spread, saying that Nine Thousand Sui was a disaster for the Lone Star, which was also a warning from God. His Majesty ignored the dissuasion of civil and military ministers and insisted on appointing Nine Thousand Sui as the crown prince, which violated the anger of heaven and destroyed the dragon energy. Therefore, God warned that the plague spread.

On the day of his enthronement, His Majesty heard this rumor and immediately sent an imperial guard to suppress it. However, he did not expect that after a few days, the plague spread and many people began to have fever, cough, and some red spots slowly appeared on their bodies...

And the number of people began to increase slowly, and it seemed vaguely uncontrollable.

Not only that, about half a month later, disasters came from dozens of towns from all directions, and hundreds of people died and hundreds were infected in each town.

Moreover, the spread of the plague continued. The doctors could not control such a plague and were powerless. They could only write to the court and send troops to reinforce.

The news that dozens of towns in Mosang Kingdom were spreading by the plague caused a rebound and anger from the people. They all believed that this was God's punishment, because His Majesty appointed a cruel and ruthless person as the prince, seriously ruining the dragon energy and losing the protection of the entire country.

To say that Nine Thousand Years of Life is the descending of the Greedy Wolf Star, it will only bring endless disasters.

Among these rumors, other messages appeared vaguely. Some people even said that Your Majesty is incompetent, favors eunuchs, and kills princes, and is not worthy of being the emperor at all.

Some people even say that Your Majesty is the real disaster star. This is a warning from God, and the true dragon emperor is fake.

That's why the plague spreads.

All the rumors spread to His Majesty's children, including the disasters from dozens of towns, Emperor Mo Sang angrily dropped the memorial in his hand and slapped the table hard, "Look, look, my Imperial Hospital is so incompetent, and can't even solve this plague?"

"Your Majesty, I feel that it is powerless to blame the Imperial Hospital at this time, so I will let her be good at the hospital and think of ways to control the plague..." A minister stood up, and as if it was nothing to do with him, he pushed all the responsibilities to the Imperial Hospital.

Emperor Mo Sang looked gloomy and roared: "You said, how do you deal with the plague? I asked you to come here to make a solution, not to blame the Imperial Hospital, otherwise what's the use of me raising you?"
Chapter completed!