HLnovel Chapter 167: Posthumous Reputation
Chapter 167: Posthumous Reputation
"Son."
Yuebai was not good at speaking and didn't know what to say to comfort Feng Jiuqing.
Feng Jiuqing comforted Yuebai instead: "Your young master is not that fragile, little Yuebai, don't worry. I didn't want to go to this palace banquet, but since Lu Yu is the Holy Son of Nanzhao, it would be rude of me not to see him off."
"Yuebai, come with me. Don't worry, sir, I am really fine."
Yuebai lowered his head and said, "Yes, sir, there is one more thing that is related to Mingqing."
Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows. He had been dead for a month, but there were still legends about him in the world?
"Your Majesty conferred Mingqing the title of Marquis of Annan on the grounds that he had single-handedly made Nanzhao surrender. A monument to his merits was erected on Suzaku Street, and his spirit was moved to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, where it will be worshipped by the people of Daiyue for eternity."
Feng Jiuqing lowered his eyes. Ming Qing was indeed worthy of being enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, but he vaguely felt that Mo Ling's thoughts were more complicated than that.
He would stop Mo Ling from making Ming Qing his queen, but he would not stop him from being made a marquis. Besides, moving the spirits of meritorious officials into the Imperial Ancestral Temple was definitely the highest honor for meritorious officials in ancient times. But so what? He didn't care.
As the old saying goes, it is better to be treated well in life than to be worshipped a thousand times after death. What is the use of this empty title when the person is dead? Does the title of Marquis make the dead come back to life?
Ming Qing is all alone, with no relatives or friends. Even if Mo Ling regrets it, it is impossible to make amends, so he has to use this method?
Oh, it’s really hard for him.
Feng Jiuqing was silent for a long time before he said, "Let him be. Yuebai, ask Canglang to keep an eye on the gambling house I went to today. Remember to have someone bring antidote pills. The owner of that gambling house is good at poison."
"Pay more attention to the Nanzhao people in the near future. They are very likely to be colluding with the people in Feihua Tower. I have received news that they will attack me. I am not afraid, but you are my close people, so it is inevitable that you will be affected. Let Tianqing be prepared."
"Yes, sir." Yuebai turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Feng Jiuqing.
"Xiao Bai, this is for you. I bought this Lantian jade flute when I passed by. It suits you very well. Stop frowning, okay?"
Feng Jiuqing handed over the jade flute in his arms. Yuebai was old-fashioned and always did things in a methodical manner, but he liked collecting jade flutes very much. Although he didn't know how to use them, or was it because Canglang knew how to use them?
Yuebai's eyes were red, and her voice was different from usual, "Thank you, sir."
Feng Jiuqing's eyebrows curved, and there was a hint of smile in his voice, "Go find Cang Lang."
"it is good."
After Yuebai left, the smile on Feng Jiuqing's face gradually disappeared. He didn't hate Lu Yu, because Lu Yu had no right to choose like him. But he didn't like Lu Yu either, after all, no one would like someone who took away their identity.
It was Lu Yu's good fortune to become the Holy Son of Nanzhao. As the Grand Tutor, Feng Jiuqing had no problem seeing him off from the perspective of Dayue. But Feng Jiuqing had a little selfish motive. He wanted to know what the Lu family's expressions would be like when they lost Lu Yu after losing Ming Qing.
If he didn't go to the palace banquet, how could the people of Feihualou join forces with Nanzhao to attack him? Shouldn't he leave them some chance?
Imperial Palace, Xuanshi Hall.
"Why did my brother return to Beijing?"
Mo Ling helped King Nancheng up and helped him sit on a chair nearby.
"Cough cough cough."
Nancheng Wang coughed a few times, stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Ling's face, and said softly: "A Ling, you have lost weight, and the flesh on your face is gone. It was more comfortable to pinch it when you were a child."
Mo Ling looked at King Nancheng helplessly, "Brother, I am already twenty-four."
A smile appeared on the slightly pale face of the King of Nancheng, "So what? In front of me, you will always be a child."
The corner of Mo Ling's mouth twitched, and he gave up struggling and continued to ask, "Is there something that happened to my brother when he came to Beijing this time?"
King Nancheng glanced at him and said with a straight face, "Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?"
Mo Ling shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that I'm exhausted from the journey. If I had known that my brother was coming, I should have sent someone to pick him up earlier."
"Ha~"
The King of Nancheng smiled wryly, "If you really send someone, how could I not know whether it's to pick me up or send me back to Nancheng? You're a little naive if you want to trick me."
Mo Ling: ...
"Besides, do you know how upset my brother was when the news of your death reached South City a month ago? Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise how would my brother explain to Aunt?"
The aunt that Prince Nancheng was referring to here was not the former Queen Mother, but her elder sister, the Queen who raised Mo Ling.
"You little bastard, you faked your death and escaped without telling your brother, aren't you afraid of making your brother angry?"
Mo Ling had many excuses to make, but he didn't say any and admitted his mistake: "I was wrong, don't be angry, brother."
King Nancheng poked Mo Ling's head, "You!"
"There won't be a next time, Aling. If there is a next time, my brother won't be able to bear it."
"Okay!" Mo Ling nodded seriously.
The King of Nancheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. "A Ling, you are much thinner than the last time you came to Nancheng. Now that the rebellions have been quelled, don't tire yourself out."
Mo Ling lowered his head, and after a while he raised his eyes to stare at King Nancheng and asked, "Brother, did I do something wrong?"
King Nancheng touched Mo Ling's head and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Mo Ling's eyes turned red unconsciously, and he whispered, "I have failed someone who truly loves me. I thought I wanted the kingdom, but without him I realized that the throne is so cold. It is said that an emperor must be ruthless to act without bias, but after I did it, I found that all this is not so good."
"Without him, my world suddenly became silent, and I couldn't feel the laughter and joy I used to have."
King Nancheng sighed and asked, "Is it because of Mingqing?"
Mo Ling lowered his eyes and said softly, "I don't know. When Qingqing was here, I didn't feel anything was different, but after losing Qingqing, I felt that it wasn't that there was no difference, but that everything was different."
King Nancheng sighed, "A Ling, why did you shoot that arrow at him? If it was me that day, would you shoot me?"
Mo Ling's eyes suddenly widened: "Shoot my brother? How is that possible? My brother wouldn't want to hurt me. I won't kill my brother."
The King of Nancheng laughed and coughed a few times. "Look, you wouldn't shoot my brother, but you would shoot Mingqing. Have you found the reason? Ah Ling, you don't believe him, you doubt him, so as long as he doesn't meet your expectations in the slightest, your suspicion will be infinitely magnified."
"This is how it is between two people. If there is not even basic trust, how can it last long? Ah Ling, your mistake is that you never completely trusted Ming Qing. I want to ask you again, if your positions were reversed that day, do you think Ming Qing would kill you?"
Will Mingqing kill him?
Mo Ling's mind flashed with the image of that person who swapped places with him without any hesitation, knowing that he would get hurt but still being so determined.
"No, Qingqing won't kill me."