Nangong Xuan in the Mingyue palace is in great pain. In fact, his martial arts are not weak. If he has a direct confrontation with Ji Qingxue, although he is not sure of winning, it is not so easy for her to put the gold needle into her body.
But without any resistance, he suffered this pain like that. No one knows why.
This morning, all the officials suddenly seemed to have a good discussion. They wrote to the prince to enter the hall of diligence.
The hall of diligent administration is inaccessible to ordinary people except emperors and several important ministers.
The old ancestor made the rules. If the prince enters the hall of diligence, it means that he has confirmed the identity of his heir to the throne, and there is no room for change.
Although Nangong LAN is now the prince, his identity and title have not been really determined for a day, so he has trouble sleeping and eating.
After all, no one could predict what would happen in the end, so he had to enter the hall of diligence and tell the world his identity, so he could feel a little more at ease.
But he can't talk about it himself, but if he can't talk, it doesn't mean that others can't say it, and Nangong LAN wants to take this opportunity to explore his father's mind.
Nangong Xuan silently glanced at his Highness's ministers and felt ridiculous: "do you think I'm old and confused, or do you think I'm going to drive the crane to the west, so you're in such a hurry to let the crown prince enter the hall of diligence?"
As soon as the words came out, all the officials knelt down one after another, bowed their heads and shouted, "Wei Chen dare not, Wei Chen dare not."
Someone hardened his head and said, "the emperor is in the heyday of spring and autumn. These things don't need to be ignored. Just confirm the identity of the prince as soon as possible and establish the national foundation as soon as possible."
Nangong Xuan narrowed his eyes and his eyes fell on Nangong LAN: "today's play is your idea?"
Nangong LAN immediately lowered her body: "my son didn't dare. My father misunderstood my son."
Nangong xuanleng snorted, "I see you have nothing serious to say today. Then retreat."
Nangong Xuan walked away and left all the officials in the hall. At this time, they were greatly relieved. It was like picking up another life from the ghost gate.
It was originally a taboo of the emperor to invite the crown prince into the hall of diligence, but Nangong Lan said that he was not responsible for the public. Even if his father and the emperor were angry at that time, it would be impossible to cut off all the courtiers in the hall.
Moreover, the high-ranking officials and high salaries promised by Nangong LAN were really too attractive, so they agreed to it. They said it was an invitation, but there was a sense of coercion in it.
Moon Palace.
Nangong xuanzhi looked at Nangong LAN kneeling in the center of the hall: "crown prince, you let me down."
Nangong LAN suddenly looked up: "my son doesn't understand what my father is talking about."
"Hum, you really think I'm an old fool. Dare you say you didn't incite all officials to invite you into the hall of diligence?"
"The father emperor and his ministers have no such intention." Nangong LAN pretends to be very wronged. "The father emperor has seen how his ministers have been for so long. The father Emperor just wants to help the father emperor, but please don't misunderstand his ministers."
Nangong Xuan shook his head slightly disappointed. For a long time, he finally sighed: "you really can't compare with him."
Nangong Lan was stiff all over, and asked in some disbelief, "what the father emperor said is... Who is it?"
Is it Nangong Qi, or... The short-lived species of Nangong Yan?
Nangong Xuan helped his forehead and said wearily, "go down. I won't care about today's affairs with you. Go back to the wall and think about it for a few days."
Nangong Lan's eyes are angry. Why? Why is it that Mingming has made him the crown prince, but the father Emperor just doesn't want to let him enter the palace of diligent administration and let him use his identity as the crown prince more honestly? Is it... In the heart of the father emperor, there is someone else who really wants to be the crown prince?
Nangong Lan was angry for a moment, so he didn't care about the etiquette and stood up. He asked, "if there is a better candidate than me in the heart of his father, why does the father want to make me a crown prince?"
Those who give hope and destroy are more cruel than those who give no chance at the beginning.
Nangong Xuan ignored his anger and said faintly, "because I know that even if I give you the crown prince, you can't keep it."
Nangong Lan's face became more and more ugly. He always thought that compared with Nangong Yan, at least he was more valued by his father, but he didn't expect that his father should hold such an idea in his heart.
Nangong LAN couldn't help mocking: "then who can sit in this position in his father's heart? King Qi or King Rui?"
Nangong Xuan didn't answer, but his eyes had explained everything. Whether it was Nangong Qi or Nangong Yan, he was like a helpless ah Dou in his father's heart. He braved the identity of a prince, but he had no ability to hold it.
Nangong LAN clenched her teeth and said, "father, look, I will prove to you that I am the most suitable person for this position."
With that, Nangong LAN left the Mingyue palace, and the expression on Nangong Xuan's face behind was somewhat intriguing.
The familiar pain spread all over him again.
Nangong Xuan was sweating with pain, but he was laughing loudly.
"Yushang, our son is the most suitable person for this position."
Xuanwei, who went to deliver a letter to the four generals, has returned. Nangong Yan has to wait now.
After all, it takes time to choose sides for such things.
Ji Qingxue looked at his relaxed appearance, so he was curious: "what did you write in your letter to the four generals?"
Is he so confident that the four people will promise to help him after reading the letter? After all, reform is not a prince, nor is it a small matter.
Nangong Yan turned back and smiled at Ji Qingxue: "ah Xue is a husband, but they shouldn't make a prince."
"Didn't you tell them to set up a prince?" Ji Qingxue thought of something, "do you want..."
Nangong Yan really doesn't intend to be a prince. Since he wants to do it, don't think about leaving any way back for himself. The master of Dayan should be changed.
Nangong Yan embedded Ji Qingxue firmly in his arms as soon as he fished out his long arm, and he buried his head deep in her shoulder socket. He said with great nostalgia: "ah Xue, I will create the most beautiful crown for you in the world."
Only the most beautiful thing is worthy of his ah Xue.
"Ah Xue, that place is very cold." Nangong Yan subconsciously hugged Ji Qingxue more tightly, as if he could draw some warmth from her.
It is extremely cold at high altitude. Once you take this road, there is no room to look back. If you don't say it, there may be more involuntarily in the future.
Ji Qingxue stood on tiptoe and hugged him hard: "it doesn't matter if it's cold. My son and I are with you."