259: C259 Storage Difficulty

C259 Storage Difficulty

After the order was given, Luo Jianjian pulled Murong Yun along and excitedly asked him to customize the flag and emblem. Murong Yun couldn't help but tease Luo Jianjian when he saw how serious she was.

"What kind of gang are you trying to create? You're trying to create an army."

Hearing Murong Yun's words, Luo Jianjian did not feel that it was a joke. Instead, she became serious.

"You're right, I want to create an army gang. An army that will take charge of the people, an army that will show courage and courage. "

Murong Yun squinted his eyes and revealed a charming smile. He reached out and pulled Luo Jianjian into his embrace, then lowered his head and approached her.

"Why did you suddenly act like this …"

Xiao Jing'er, who was standing to the side, had a mouthful of dog food stuffed into her mouth. She felt extremely awkward and didn't know whether she should leave or not. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to turn his back and cover his eyes.

Murong Yun didn't answer Luo Jianjian, but approached her more and more. It looked as if he wanted to kiss Luo Jianjian no matter how he looked at it. Luo Jianjian closed her eyes and blushed, waiting …

However, just as Murong Yun was about to touch Luo Jianjian's lips, he suddenly leaned over and whispered into Luo Jianjian's ear.

"This king is the one in charge of the Tianqi Kingdom, and this private army of yours is a death sentence."

Murong Yun's tone was full of playfulness. Luo Jianjian pouted, unhappy that Murong Yun had dodged the kiss. She pushed Murong Yun away in anger and looked at him tyrannically.

"If I die, then I die. This is even better if there are nine other clans. To save this lady from spending all her time to discipline those people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and to implicate my husband, who has yet to pass the gates, when I get to the execution grounds, I will definitely pull you into the water, saying that it was Eighth Prince's instructions to build a private army. "

Murong Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Luo Jianjian's unreasonable appearance. However, it was precisely because Luo Jianjian was so interesting that made Murong Yun like her even more.

"In that case, This King agrees."

Murong Yun chuckled. He pulled Luo Jianjian back and wanted to kiss her again, but she didn't want to. She reached out her hand to cover Murong Yun's mouth.

"I'm tired. I still need to train my trust in you tomorrow, so I won't be accompanying you."

After Luo Jianjian finished her sentence, she even let out a yawn with her mouth wide open. She pushed Murong Yun away, turned around and patted Xiao Jing'er who had turned around. The two of them entered the room together. Murong Yun watched helplessly as Luo Jianjian teased him, but he couldn't say anything. He could only watch as Luo Jianjian went back into the house.

"Eighth Prince, just now, there was a letter from the palace. The emperor wishes to see you."

Hearing that the Emperor had summoned him, the smile on Murong Yun's face disappeared, returning to its usual frosty expression. It was only in front of Luo Jianjian that Murong Yun could smile without restraint.

"This King knows."

Murong Yun entered the palace and entered the Imperial Study. He saw Lin Zimo beside the Emperor's desk, possessing the Emperor's ear and saying something.

Seeing Murong Yun walk in, Lin Zimo stood up and bowed slightly towards Murong Yun. Murong Yun nodded back, then turned to face the emperor.

"Your son greets Royal Father. What is Royal Father calling your son into the palace for?"

The Emperor didn't answer Murong Yun directly. Instead, he looked at Lin Zimo at the side. Lin Zimo immediately understood, bowing and bidding farewell to the Emperor.

"This subject shall take his leave first."

After Lin Zimo left, Lin Zimo was slightly surprised. There was only him and the emperor left within the Imperial Study. Even the people who normally served the emperor in close proximity were intentionally shunned. It seemed that the Emperor had a very secretive matter to tell him.

"Yun, how is your illness?"

Murong Yun was stunned. Thinking back to Lin Zimo, his eyes darkened. Could it be that Lin Zimo told the Emperor that he had fully recovered?

Murong Yun wasn't sure, so he could only reply vaguely.

"Your son's illness is fine, it's still being treated."

The emperor muttered to himself as he stood up and walked to Murong Yun's side. He looked at Murong Yun with a fatherly expression.1

"Yun, you are my most outstanding prince. In the war for the Tianqi Kingdom, he gained prestige both among the people and the court. "I had wanted to …"

"Royal Father, is the crown prince injured?"

Murong Yun interrupted the emperor with a cold expression. When he heard this, he already guessed what the emperor was going to say. Here, Lin Zimo was probably not only questioning the emperor about his illness, but also the crown prince's injuries, which was a sign that something bad was about to happen.

The Emperor looked embarrassed, and then sighed.

"Yang'er's injury is not light, especially on his left leg. Dr. Lin said that even if he recovered, he would not walk like a normal person."

As expected … Murong Yun's mouth held a hint of ridicule.

If it wasn't for this, the Emperor probably wouldn't have thought of him as someone who fought in wars to the north. Back then, it was because of his illness and the rumors in the imperial court that the Emperor had ignored him and sent him out to war.

Now that Mu Zhaoyang was in trouble, it was only natural for him to be abandoned. As for the other princes, most of them could not even afford to support Ah Dou.

Previously, Murong Yun suspected that he was plotting to get the throne, but now, he had to establish the royal family. This made Murong Yun unable to tell what it felt like in his heart. It was said that the kings of this world were the most heartless. At this moment, Murong Yun understood.

Seeing that Murong Yun didn't say anything, the Emperor thought that he was thinking about it and continued to speak.

"Yun, even if your illness cannot be cured, it doesn't matter. Royal Father has thought of a solution for you. Yang'er and Prime Minister Second Miss were engaged because Luo Yuyan and Yang'er were already married, and Luo Yuyan was already pregnant. Once this child is born, both men and women will claim to be your and Luo Jianjian's children. If you ascend to the throne in the future, you can choose to become the next prince as the heir amongst the brothers. This way, the outside world will no longer be able to say anything. "

The emperor is really thinking too much. Murong Yun sneered and took a step back while bowing.

"I appreciate Royal Father's good intentions. However, the crown prince has a deep blessing, coupled with Dr. Lin's superb medical skills, this son believes that there will be a day when he will recover completely. As for the position of Crown Prince, this son truly isn't interested. If there are no other matters, this son of mine will be busy with other matters, so I shall take my leave first. "

Murong Yun didn't give the Emperor another chance to continue speaking and turned around to walk out of the Imperial Study. As soon as Murong Yun came out, he saw Lin Zimo Hou not far away, waiting for him.

"Then is Mu Zhaoyang's leg really hopeless?"

Murong Yun asked as soon as he opened his mouth. Lin Zimo frowned and nodded.

"If there is a chance to awaken, he will also be a cripple. The fight between you and the crown prince, was your victory. "

Murong Yun didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Lin Zimo seemed to be very happy, and this joy seemed to be more for himself.

"Among the princes now, only you have the qualifications to sit in the position of Crown Prince."

Lin Zimo continued, his concern for the position of Crown Prince. Murong Yun knew he wasn't done yet, so he continued to wait for Lin Zimo to speak.

"But Jianjian is not suitable to be an empress."

Murong Yun frowned, while a cold look of displeasure flashed across his eyes. In the end, Luo Jianjian was Lin Zimo's true goal.

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