The prince knelt on the ground in a mess, and the moisture on the ground was stained with his clothes. The green clothes looked a little ugly, but the ugly was ultimately a kind of beauty that had to be said. This beauty made the prince immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

He looked at the tombstone and slowly said, "Mother, today my father asked me why I couldn't forgive him. I don't know why. In fact, what I said was a little more mysterious. I don't know why. I always wanted to tell my father that when I didn't resent him, I suddenly felt a dissatisfaction in my heart. The rising dissatisfaction made me unable to say, I don't resent him."

The tombstone stood there quietly, without any movement, as if it was a pair of black eyes, and the eyes were staring at the prince tightly, like a kind mother, looking at her incompetent child. The look made the prince not know what to say. He just sighed fiercely, then looked at the tombstone, and slowly said, "Mother, this is you in heaven. Don't you want me to forgive him?"

The tombstone was still standing there, without saying anything, just looking at the distance of the sky, a few dark clouds flew over from the distance of the sky. The dark clouds were filled with things that made people feel desperate. That thing made people not know what to say.

The prince stood up, then looked at the tombstone and said slowly, "Mother, no matter whether you don't want me to reconcile with my father or not, I will not reconcile with my father. After all, I am dissatisfied in my heart. I don't know what to say about this dissatisfaction, and I will not forgive His Majesty."

He didn't say anything, but walked slowly. The tombstone stood behind him and watched him walk away slowly. The back was filled with a little desolation. The desolation made the whole sky change, and the sky became unknown. Perhaps this tombstone made the sky and even the tombstone become desolate, or perhaps, the back made these people desolate.

…         …

In the prison

Mo Youjian was still wearing a black robe and standing in this dark prison, it looked a little ugly, or maybe it was a little integrated into the prison.

The Eastern King and the Southern King were still sitting opposite the prison, looking at each other in time. Mo Youjian looked at the Eastern King and smiled, then took off the hat from his head, and then looked at the Eastern King and said, "Your Highness, the matter has been done. Zhao Rong and Zhao Rong will turn a blind eye. Your Highness should be able to save your life this time."

After saying that, she looked at the King of Dong with guilt and said, "The ability of her subordinates is really limited. She can only do this, but she cannot hold on to His Majesty's power. She really feels guilty of His Highness's trust."

Before he finished speaking, the Dongwang smiled, then looked at Mo Youjian and said, "What did Mr. Mo say? What I committed is the serious crime of rebellion and treason. Even the emperor cannot help me - of course, the emperor will not help me. Since that is the case, then the gentleman can tell me that Zhao Zhen and Zhao Rong will give me a gentle resignation, just a ban. I want to thank Mr. "

Mo Youjian looked at the East King, feeling guilty in his eyes, as if he really wanted to let the East King do it well. In fact, he didn't want to let the East King do it well at all, and he couldn't make the East King do it well. He looked at the East King and said slowly, "Your Highness, I just hope that your Highness will do it one day, that's all."

The King of Dong sighed, then looked at Mo Youjian and said, "Sir, let's stop this matter. After all, the sin I committed was rebellion. Mr. has done enough."

Mo Youjian was not saying anything either, but just lowered his head and looked at the dark prison.

The King of Southern looked at Mo Youjian and said slowly, "Sir, I really want to know why?"

Mo Youjian looked at the King of Dong, and then looked at the King of Nan, but smiled and said nothing. However, the King of Dong seemed to know something, and looked at the King of Nan and said, "Third brother, what you said, Mr. Mo told you again and told others?"

The Southern King was a little puzzled. Why did the Eastern King say this? Does the Eastern King actually know this? But why did he know this and still trust Mo Jian so much? This is something that the Southern King cannot understand. Suddenly, a light flashed through his mind. He looked at the Eastern King and said, "Can it be?"

Dong Wang nodded with a smile, but nothing else was said. This was fate. He originally planned to get the rest of his younger brothers in one go. Who would have thought that something was wrong in this, but this mistake directly killed him? He never thought, nor did he think that, but if he thought of it, he would not have had such a thing. However, if he thought of it, it would not be him.

Mo Youjian didn't say anything, which was equivalent to agreeing with what the King of the East was said. He was a loyal subordinate of the King of the East. There was nothing wrong with this, at least, at this time, there was nothing wrong with this kind of thing. After all, this kind of thing depends on time. There was no eternal friend or eternal benefit, right?

The atmosphere in the prison became very strange, and then there was a while of silence and no one spoke.

…         …

Zhu Fengyang sat in his room, opposite to him was a spiritual position, which was his parents' spiritual position, and among them was his sister's spiritual position. These three spiritual positions were what he valued the most.

He looked at that place silently, and the candlelight flashed in that place, as if someone was blowing it. Zhu Fengyang looked at that place with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

After a while, there was a knock at the door. Zhu Fengyang looked at the knock on the door, laughed, and then said: "In".

At this time, there were only two people who could come here, one was Zhu Fengqiao and the other was Zhao Rong. Zhao Rong's knocking was not like this. Zhao Rong's knocking was three-fold and one light, and the knocking was three-fold and one heavy, which was obviously Zhu Fengqiao.

After the door was pushed open, it was indeed Zhu Fengqiao. Zhu Fengqiao looked at Zhu Fengyang, then looked at the spirit position again, and then slowly said, "So Fengyang, you are really here."

Zhu Fengyang just nodded. He was not in a very high mood now. He just looked at Zhu Fengqiao and said, "Is there anything wrong with brother coming to see me? After all, at this time, I still want to stay by myself for a while."
Chapter completed!