Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

? Mo Wenchen had just dispersed the crowd and was alone with Su Qiqi, when someone outside the hall called the Pavilion Master to invite him.

His newly relaxed mood became tense again.

Ben was still gently holding Su Qiqi's waist, ready to put his ear to her belly to listen to the little one's movements.

However, he still paused, leaned over, and put his ears over with a happy look on his face. As expected, the little guy who was more than six months old moved a little, not much, but just happened to touch Mo Wenchen.

Making his smile grow deeper.

Su Qiqi also sat there, smiling deeply. Although her life was very tense, she still felt happy.

"There are still three months." Mo Wenchen straightened up and said softly, as if talking to himself: "We must solve everything in these three months."

"Well, time is running out." Su Qiqi also paused: "We have to solve the Broken Soul Pavilion as soon as possible and return to Meng Country."

"What should Zi Wuya do?" Mo Wenchen thought as he didn't have much time. If Zi Wuya kept doing this, he wouldn't think too much about it and would have murderous thoughts.

"He can no longer recover his mana." Su Qiqi still couldn't bear it: "We still have some time, let's see."

"Okay." Mo Wenchen nodded: "I'll go see Duanhun first. You have a good rest. I'll be back soon."

"Don't you need me to accompany you?" Su Qiqi blinked. She was also thinking about Zi Wuya's problem. She would give up when she had to.

After all, the children and Mo Wenchen were the most important.

She just felt sorry for Zi Wuya.

Mo Wenchen shook his head: "No need, I think Duanhun won't be able to handle the three princes."

"Well, you should be more careful." Su Qiqi thought for a moment and said nothing more.

There is indeed no danger to Duanhun now, and there is no need to take Xunqin seriously. Even if they have other thoughts, Su Qiqi believes that Mo Wenchen can handle it.

"Emperor Dayan." After seeing Mo Wenchen, Duanhun looked respectful and full of admiration.

Mo Wenchen was a little surprised, and he nodded in response: "Pavilion Master, you don't have to be polite, just call me Mo Wenchen."

Duanhun smiled and said: "Your Majesty is the Nine-Fifth Lord."

Xunqin on the side also nodded and did not answer.

They got to know Mo Wenchen and Su Qiqi again, and admired them so much that even if they didn't ask for help, they still admired them.

At least Duanhun cannot defeat Duanhun Pavilion.

No matter how ruthless, poisonous or scheming, everything in the Duanhun Pavilion cannot be truly grasped.

Seeing this, Mo Wenchen didn't say anything, his expression was very natural, his white clothes matched his appearance, his jade face and red lips were unparalleled, and he just sat there calmly: "I wonder what the little master is doing?"

"The Great Yan Kingdom has only been in your hands for three years, but the weather has been smooth, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and it is unprecedentedly prosperous. I believe that Your Majesty must have extraordinary means, and he is not talented at all. I would like to ask you for advice." When Duanhun said this, He lowered his head with some self-pity.

He also wanted to make Duanhun Pavilion prosperous as never before, but he just didn't have the means and ability.

After struggling for so long, I almost lost my life.

Without Su Qiqi, he would definitely die.

In the end, not even the resurrection grass could save his life.

After all, Death Back Grass is just a kind of herbal medicine.

"No problem." Mo Wenchen likes to go straight and doesn't like going around in circles.

"How to make the country stable?" This is what Duanhun wants to know most: "As an emperor, you cannot monopolize power."

"Three princes?" Mo Wenchen smiled: "If a regime becomes empty, it will not be able to sustain it for long. This situation will only be replaced by a new regime."

"This" Duanhun was stunned for a moment. Mo Wenchen's meaning couldn't be more obvious. It was time for him to abdicate.

Then Mo Wenchen smiled again: "However, if you don't want to be replaced, you have to be ruthless."

"How cruel?" Duanhun seemed to see a glimmer of hope, this was all he wanted.

"The three princes are equally powerful. If they are allowed to fight, there may be very few left." Mo Wenchen explained the situation softly: "However, if you want to take back military power by force, it only depends on whether you have the ability. If not, then You need to use some scheming to slowly get rid of them."

"It doesn't matter if there's not much left, everything can be started over." Duanhun squinted his eyes, a sinister look flashed in his eyes, he had had enough of the three princes.

As soon as he succeeded to the throne, he reached out to the three princes. Unfortunately, he failed to bring down the three princes. Instead, they were punished slightly and almost died.

"Without these forces, how can you fight against the Phoenix Lord?" Mo Wenchen did not advocate this and looked at Duanhun with some confusion.

But Duanhun smiled: "The Phoenix Master also has the No-Return Inkstone in his hand."

This is the truth, Phoenix Master really has nothing.

There are Bugui Yan and his daughter Fengsu.

"Are you really like this for all the officials in the court?" Mo Wenchen felt that Duanhun was still too young, even though they were similar in age.

But there are too few experienced ones.

"This" Duanhun hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn't figure it out for a moment: "Li Guogong and Zheng Guogong were just executed by the whole family. Which official dares to commit the crime?"

"If they are the next ones to die, they might as well fight for a chance to live forever." Mo Wenchen tapped his slender fingers on the table, squinting his eyes, half-smiling, and his facial features looked like the meticulous work of a painter.

Duanhun just looked at it, a little dumbfounded.

He would never be able to achieve Mo Wenchen's aura of not being angry and assertive, and the domineering attitude of having the overall situation in hand.

No matter what kind of enemy he faced, Mo Wenchen would always be so arrogant.

There won't be any feeling of embarrassment.

The words awakened Duanhun, and for a while neither of them spoke anymore, and the hall was extremely quiet.

"In this case, you should think carefully before you come to me." Mo Wenchen stood up and left without looking back.

Only Duanhun and Xunqin were left, one sitting and the other standing, both very quiet.

"How's it going?" Su Qiqi looked at Mo Wenchen walking slowly. He was wearing cool white clothes and a graceful demeanor. His facial features were more prominent than before when he was wearing black clothes.

Unparalleled in beauty, a gentleman as jade.

Su Qiqi's eyes were unconsciously filled with love.

"As I thought, Duanhun can't defeat the three princes." Mo Wenchen sat casually beside Su Qiqi, and with rare ease, he put his arm around her shoulders: "If we want to attack by force, we are the only ones who will step forward. If we want to seize power, it’s up to us to come forward, which seems to have no meaning for Duanhun.”

"That's right." Su Qiqi also nodded: "And there is no need for us to fight tooth and nail for him."

They are both very calm people and will never be impulsive.

A faint coldness flashed across Mo Wenchen's eyes, and his fingers gently rubbed Su Qiqi's shoulders, his eyes full of endearment: "I was thinking that we should take our time to dismantle the power of the three princes, but we didn't. more time."

"It's okay, or there is a better way." Su Qiqi tilted her head and leaned into Mo Wenchen's arms: "If you have any good ideas, let me know."

"Okay." Mo Wenchen lowered his head and kissed Su Qiqi's forehead. He raised his head somewhat reluctantly, with deep affection in his eyes. He then half-hugged Su Qiqi and expressed his expression: "I was thinking, according to the For people’s greed, we can start with the heirs of the three princes.”

Su Qiqi hesitated for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "Yes, it's a good way. This can disintegrate them from the inside, which is even more effective than a strong attack."

"Actually, if Duanhun had this strength, he would have attacked faster, but he didn't." Mo Wenchen played with Su Qiqi's long hair and shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Although he is also good at strategy, he is even better at fighting.

And fighting is more enjoyable.

There is no way around it now.

"Indeed." Su Qiqi also knew that with Mo Wenchen's ability, as long as there were soldiers, a strong attack would be more effective.

Faster and more direct.

"However, Duanhun is just a puppet now, can he do it?" Su Qiqi still sighed worriedly.

"It doesn't matter. Human nature is greedy. The three princes are powerful and powerful. Someone among their descendants must inherit all this. Just like all royal families, the princes will always fight to the death." Mo Wen Chen narrowed his eyes and said softly, this is the fate of being born in the royal family.

If you don’t fight, you will die.

Just like myself back then, I clearly had no intention of fighting for the throne, but I was threatened and attacked again and again.

If you don't fight back, you will definitely die.

"We only need one prince." Su Qiqi also said with empathy: "I can't see my children killing each other."

"Our son is a god, does he care about his position as an emperor in the world?" Mo Wenchen smiled and ruffled Su Qiqi's long hair. His slender white fingers followed her hair and held her shoulders, slightly With exertion, there was actually a slight swelling in the eyes.

"Yes, it seems that we have to work hard again." Su Qiqi also smiled lightly, found a comfortable position on Mo Wenchen's chest, rubbed her little face, and lay down.

"Now" Mo Wenchen's voice was a little hoarse. They were exhausted every day and it was rare for them to be like this.

Moreover, Su Qiqi was pregnant, which was very hard for him.

"It's impossible now." Su Qiqi hurriedly stood up and said: "Bear it, if you can't bear it, just go take a cold bath. Remember, don't let me see two Feng Wen again."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen." Mo Wenchen became a little clearer after being tormented like this. He understood that Su Qiqi was also a stingy woman, and he was still worried about Feng Wen and would never forget her. A Sister-in-Law’s Story: Happy Abandonment of a Concubine

He really had to be careful not to be plotted by any woman again.

The consequences of that would be unimaginable.

Therefore, he has only one choice, take a cold bath

Duanhun only found Mo Wenchen on the second day.

He and Xunqin discussed it all day and night, barely sleeping, and his face was a little pale, with big dark circles under his eyes.

On the other hand, Mo Wenchen felt refreshed, but his face was also a little pale.

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Wenchen Luoluo sat generously on the left side and raised his eyes to look at Duanhun.