The windows of the palace were closed, and there were no lights in the room. Only the light that penetrated through the gaps in the window lattice was reflected on Zhu Mao's face.

Zhu Mao looked depressed and down, his eyes were dispersed and his spirits were distracted.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on the emperor, and he closed it little by little. After seeing the appearance of the person coming, Zhu Mao suddenly stood up.

"Father," Zhu Mao called anxiously, his voice hoarse, "Father, son-in-law..."

The emperor said: "How do you make yourself look like this?"

Zhu Mao was stunned, looked down at his clothes, touched his face again, and murmured: "My son is here, I can't figure out the time and I have no intention of cleaning up."

The emperor walked forward.

The imprisonment in Qinglin's palace is more difficult than other places, but Zhu Mao is still the prince after all.

The eunuchs and guards here will not deduct him in their daily life, regardless of whether they are serving or supervising.

Have a normal diet every day and you can know the time.

Change your neat clothes and shave it, no one will not allow it.

It's just that Zhu Mao didn't want to.

He just wanted to show himself in such a down-and-out look.

The emperor knew in his heart and said, "No matter what, we must do it well."

Zhu Mao said: "Yes, my son will clean up later."

"Just now," the emperor said, and then said to Eunuch Wu, "You shave your beard and clean your hair."

Eunuch Wu responded, walked up, and helped Zhu Mao to the mirror and sat down: "Your Highness, you have a good craftsmanship, don't worry."

It was not until the eunuch came in with a basin of water and Eunuch Wu snatched a warm handkerchief and pressed it on his face that Zhu Mao, whose mind was blank, came back to his senses a little.

What's going on?

He was just thinking about whether his father was concerned about his situation. Do he think that punishing him was too ruthless? It means to relax.

But when asked Eunuch Wu to wash him, Zhu Mao felt unsure again.

This could almost be regarded as a "pleasing" action, which made Zhu Mao feel relieved and could not help but feel anxious.

Unusually, surprisingly, things are definitely not that simple.

Zhu Mao didn't dare to move, so he let Eunuch Wu sort it out for him, changed his face and returned to the emperor.

The emperor looked at Zhu Mao firmly: "I'm so energetic."

Zhu Mao said in his mouth: "Eunuch Wu is good at craftsmanship."

"San Si sent the case file back from Guide Mansion," the emperor said slowly, "Do you want to see it?"

Zhu Mao lowered his eyes and replied, "No need to read, the ministers generally know what they will write."

Left is just a variety of crimes.

He didn't want to see how the bastard in Zhijin was stupid, and he would be more than capable of defeating things.

The emperor did not force him, but said, "A father and son are in a relationship, fate is shallow after all. Poison wine, white silk, short sword, you can choose the same one yourself."

Zhu Mao raised his head very hard.

He couldn't believe his ears.

"Father?" Zhu Mao's body trembled slightly, "Isn't it enough for you to lock me here? You actually want to kill me? The tiger poison is not alive, I..."

"When you are determined to do your own thing," the emperor interrupted Zhu Mao's words, "Do you think of your father and mother? I don't want to eat my son. Do I want to watch you murder your brother again and again?"

Zhu Mao shrank his neck: "Father, my son knows that he is wrong!

This time, I really knew that I was wrong!

The son minister is a disaster. He has made mistakes and has implicated many people. The son minister deserves the crime. But father, you are a wise ruler. You shouldn’t be the name of killing your son!”

Zhu Mao knelt down, crawled to the emperor with his hands and feet, hugged the emperor's legs, and cried bitterly.

He saw murderous intent in his father's eyes, and he believed that his father really wanted to kill him.

He just wondered, how could the father, who was so decent and pursued fame, really do it?

Killing a child is a bad reputation.

Not nice, not nice at all!

The emperor pressed Zhu Mao's shoulder and said, "You can choose the same one yourself."

Zhu Mao's shoulders collapsed: "Then why did you let Erchen clean up a little decent? The one who is about to die..."

"When a person falls, he will wipe it clean by the Wenpo. When a person leaves, he must be neat and decent." The emperor said.

Zhu Mao's eyes were red.

He didn't know whether to kowtow and beg for mercy, or to hug his father's legs tightly and insisted on not letting go.

In fact, nothing he does is useless.

Zhu Mao knew in his heart that he just couldn't face it.

"Son minister," Zhu Mao choked, "Son minister wants to see his mother, but he wants to see his mother again."

The emperor said in a deep voice: "Your mother is sick. After you were brought here, she can't get up."

"My son is going to visit me!" Zhu Mao said.

"Let her be more savvy," the emperor refused. "It is difficult for me to give up a son, and it is even more difficult for her! If you want her to follow her son on the road like the queen, you can go see her!"

Zhu Mao's body stiffened.

It was not surprising to him that he was given up by his father.

The father had too many sons, and he was not the most favored one, but Zhu Mao never thought that his mother would give up on him.

After knowing that he was dead, his mother didn't even think of a way out for him.

"I'm sick, sick," Zhu Mao murmured, "Why are they all sick? Why are I not sick?"

The emperor looked at him for a moment: "Zhang can't persuade you, so he can only avoid going to the village because he is sick, but you still changed the place where you plan to be Zhuangzi. No wonder Marquis Wenxing asked to take her back to his parents' home to recuperate a while ago, just to hide from you.

Xiang Huai couldn't persuade you, and he didn't dare to tell you something, fearing and making himself sick, so that you wouldn't be forced to deal with Yi Xiao.

Others have to be sick, but you don’t know it!”

Zhu Mao was like five thunder thunder.

The Emperor's words hovered in his mind over and over again.

After a while, he burst into laughter, tears burst out from his eyes.

What!

In the end, they all avoided him.

Everyone reads with his wife, mother, and father. They all regard him as a disaster.

His life was just over twenty years, and in the end, it was a joke.

Even he couldn't help laughing at himself!

But he was unwilling to give up!

Why!

Why should he be abandoned like a piece of grass?

Poison wine?

White silk?

dagger?

He doesn't want any of them!

Zhu Mao laughed and wiped his tears hard, and his blurry gaze fell on the emperor's waist.

The belt is decorated with a waist knife.

A vicious flashed in Zhu Mao's eyes, and he suddenly attacked, pulled out his waist and stabbed it into the emperor's abdomen.

He used all his strength.

"Emperor!" Eunuch Wu screamed and rushed over and knocked Zhu Mao away.

The eunuchs and guards present were so scared that their faces were pale. After reacting, they followed Eunuch Wu forward and stopped Zhu Mao.

The emperor stood there without moving a single step. His abdomen was without wounds or blood, just like before.

Zhu Mao fell to the ground, and his waist knife fell off his hand. Only then did he see clearly that the waist knife had no blade under the hilt, and it was just a decoration.

He was stunned.

how so?

How could there be such a waist knife?
To be continued...