I Won't Fight for This Throne Anymore

Mo Lin was stupid and stupid, and refused to accept his fate. He only wanted to be better than his talented brother who was famous in the four countries. He regretted it only when his country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. Once again, Mo Lin licked his smile and went to find his brother with whom the relationship had become tense, and recited Cao Zhi's seven-step poem. Mo Cheng: Do you really know that you were wrong? Mo Lin nodded wildly. Unexpectedly, after the brothers reconciled, Mo Cheng couldn't see his brother's failure to make progress, so he kicked him to the military camp for training, and was not allowed to use his status as a prince for convenience. Mo Lin was dumbfounded: Brother, can I still go back and fight for the throne with you? If resistance is futile, stay shamelessly in Huotou camp. This should be the safest place! No need to go to the battlefield. But who would have thought that he just stole something to eat, and then he suffered a serious crime, and was poisoned by entanglement. Gao Yi was called a cold-faced general, and he was strict in running the army. There were no prostitutes in the army, even the dogs were male, and a group of military doctors were helpless. When the prince sent his younger brother to the military camp, Gao Yi knew that this was a hot potato, but he didn't expect it to be so hot, and something happened without him noticing. Looking at the third prince who was crying and making trouble, Gao Yi carried him and took a shortcut from the mountain to the nearest Yaocheng. Anyway, he wanted to save the prince first. In his previous life, Mo Lin was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison and hung up for a year with a lute pierced through his bones. After he was reborn, he had nightmares every day, and he was most afraid of pain. His aching teeth chattered, and he hooked Gao Yi's neck: If I die, my brother will not let you go. Gao Yi sweated on his forehead: Third Prince, don't worry, we will arrive at Yaocheng later, please be patient a little longer. Mo Lin: It hurts. I can't bear it. There is another way to detoxify me. Gao Yi:? ? ? After the ridiculous thing happened, Gao Yi lay on the grass, unable to recover for a long time. This was beyond his understanding. From then on, his eyes followed this useless prince, but he seemed to treat him no differently. Purpose: a better life