Why can't the emperor be yours?

Mangetai looked puzzled, and his face was still full of anger.

Murong Jing seemed particularly calm in the face of Mangetai's anger. He shook his head, "I don't want to be the emperor!"

"Why?" Mangetai felt very strange. Not everyone dreamed of sitting in that position? Ordinary people might be dreaming in the daytime, what about the princes? They are of royal blood, who doesn't want to compete for the world? Why is he so strange and doesn't want to be an emperor?

"As you become emperor, you can restore your mother's identity, take her back to the palace, and stop suffering. Isn't that good?" Mangetai looked at Murong Jing with a burning look, as if this proposal was so wonderful. His chest was fluttering violently, and he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes turned red.

Murong Jing shook his head, "Concubine Jingmin is dead and buried in the imperial tomb. There will be no Concubine Jingmin in the world."

Mangetai's lips were pursed straight and his eyes were sharp, "Don't you?" His voice suddenly pulled up, and his fists couldn't help but clenched, but he had no internal strength, his qi sea was empty, and there was nothing.

"I don't want to!" Murong Jing's answer was too straightforward, without a trace of hesitation. His attitude made Mangetai very dissatisfied!

Mangetai snorted softly, "To put it nicely, you are indifferent to fame and fortune, but to put it badly, you just don't have the seed!" The last two words were almost squeezed out from his teeth. Anyone who heard this tone wanted to punch him hard in the face.

"What, do you think that is a good place? It's normal for everyone to flock to it?" Murong Jing's cold aura was not released until then. He said a little gloomy: "If the concubine didn't live in the palace, then how could you and me end up like this today?"

Neither of them stared at each other with an outrageous look. The atmosphere was a bit tense, and the temperature was so low that it was freezing. The two brothers of a mother and her compatriots gritted their teeth and glared at each other, like enemies.

"That's your mother, not someone else! She left the palace for you and gave up everything she should have." Mangetai was not a fool. He could feel that Murong Jing refused to change his words and call He Minzhen for a mother because he was in his heart and blamed He Minzhen!

Everyone is qualified to hate her, only he is not qualified. If it weren't for him, the mother wouldn't have left the palace at all. How could he bear an illegitimate child? The reputation of the wild one!

He should have been the one who stood at the center of power, but he wandered to the Vanna grassland because of his mother's protection for her other son. In the eyes of Mangetai, his pain and hardship were all given by Murong Jing. But now he is unwilling to seek justice for his mother's mother.

Murong Jing smiled, but the cruelty in his eyes, "So what? That's what she was willing to do! She was willing to give up those empty and vague things, that's her wisdom. Why, are you reluctant? Do you have a choice?" Mangetai was young and energetic, and probably had thoughts he shouldn't have. This was definitely not a good thing for him! Murong Jing had any real feelings for this younger brother, but he wouldn't watch him do stupid things.

"What do you mean ?"

Murong Jing glanced at him calmly, "What do you think?"

This sentence is very ironic, which stimulated Mangetai's adrenaline soaring, and he swung his fist at Murong Jing. In his anger, he had forgotten that his qi sea was blocked, so this punch looked full of momentum, but its strength was not very good. Murong Jing clenched Mangetai's fist without any effort.

"It's not very ambition, but its ability is not very good!"

I am afraid that no one can stand this kind of verbal stimulation! Mangetai tried to regulate his internal energy and broke through the sealed hole, but after trying it a few times, it was futile and became even more irritable in anger!

"Let me go!" Mangetai was furious and swung his other arm and hit Murong Jing.

Murong Jing's subordinates showed no mercy and twisted hard, instantly folding Mangetai's arm behind him.

"Let me go!"

Murong Jing said: "A person in his twenties cannot judge the situation, but will only make trouble like a child. No wonder Gerisanye does not value you. Over the years, people have never regarded you as a threat. No one can talk about nonsense, and it is useless to say something that can make the point."

"What did you say?" After hearing this, Mangetai felt that his blood was churning. No one dared to comment on him like this since he was a child! His arm was hurting severely at this time, and the most important thing was that he was indignant.

In Mangetai's heart, He Minzhen should love Murong Jing the most, otherwise she would not give up her years of business in the palace in order to save her son, and came to such a place with her background and leaving her hometown! She suffered from suffering and was treated with cold eyes and cold treatment from others, but wasn't it all for her eldest son? And she was just an accident, just a burden!

"Let me go!" Mangetai was furious, "If you have the ability, please untie your acupoints and let's fight. If I lose, I will say nothing more nonsense!"

"What's wrong?" Murong Jing stretched out and let go of the somewhat limp Mangetai. He lit his hands twice in front of his chest, then untie several large acupoints of Mangetai.

Mangetai adjusted his breath slightly and felt the energy in his qi sea exploding. He instantly felt that his anger had a channel to vent, and he punched Murong Jing.

Murong Jing took a step back and avoided the punch.

The two of them didn't say a word and immediately opened the formation and started fighting!

The Kung Fu of Mangetai was taught by Murong Ba himself, so it was naturally not weak. But Murong Ba was not very responsible. After accepting the apprentice, he patted his butt and left. He rarely gave advice to Mangetai. Therefore, he realized the Kung Fu of Mangetai bit by bit. Compared with Murong Jing, who had been a famous teacher since childhood, had blood stained the battlefield and killed the enemy in blood, and was really struggling from the mud!

After walking for about dozens of rounds, Murong Jing suddenly reached out to the front of the Mange table. He used a virtual move, which was continuous, mainly to lure the enemy. His palms could bring out fourteen or five afterimages in the air, which was dazzling and could not distinguish between the virtual and the real. When he practiced this move, he suffered a lot, but now he was in use.

Mangetai didn't know that this was a false trick. He immediately protected his chest with his arms and protected the empty space in front of his chest! Murong Jing saw the opportunity and turned his finger into a sword. He pointed at Mangetai's throat with a momentum.

"You lost!"

I don’t know about Mangetai! If the person in front of him was replaced by someone else, I’m afraid he would have died long ago, so how could he have a chance to breathe?

He was stiff and thought of what he had said just now, and couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "I lost, I am willing to accept the loss." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!