Chapter yi3 He Yue ascended the throne

Author: Sky Drive

Seeing Feng Ran choking hard as if he was swallowing poison, Xiaoyuan asked, "Young Master, do you want to eat a piece of fruit to suppress the taste?"

The taste of soup is salty or not, sweet or not, it has a bit of medicinal aroma and a bit of earthy smell. It is a weird taste that Feng Ran has never eaten such a bad thing in his life. Even medicine is better than this! Fortunately, it is cooked so hard that it is slightly thicker than porridge. You can swallow it by sucking it in your mouth, or you can drink it directly.

On several occasions, Xiaoyuan watched Feng Ran cover his mouth tightly and choked the soup and meal that was pouring up, which made Xiaoyuan feel heartbroken and his hands tremble. On several occasions, Feng Ran covered his mouth tightly and the soup and meal that was pouring up choked out of his nostrils, causing Feng Ran to vomit and cough.

"Young master, stop eating, eat fruits, eat fruits! Drink water and rinse your mouth."

Feng Ran said nothing, ate silently and vomited silently. Finally, after finishing the bowl of soup and meal, I don’t know how much I vomited, and even spit out a lot of fruits. After rinsing my mouth and lying on the bed, I felt that my body was weaker and weaker than not eating. He thought: I might get used to this soup and meal as I ate it slowly.

As for the earth-shaking things that happened in the Prince's Mansion and Chenghua City, Feng Ran had no mind or energy to pay attention. He only tried hard to suppress his disgusting feeling and tried to overcome the soup and homework.

In the early morning of the third day, news of the emperor's funeral came from the palace. The atmosphere in Chenghua City, which was already undercurrent, suddenly became tense. Everyone closed their doors in the streets and cities, and the Iron-Yu Army team, who specializes in guarding Chenghua City, were patrolling the streets and alleys. As they were patrolling like this, people died one after another, and more and more people died. It seemed that several forces were competing in secret.

In addition to the patrol guards, the front hall of the Prince's Mansion was still patrolling, and the servants and officials who kept coming and going in and out in the past were also gone at a loss. The front hall seemed empty. The emperor was busying the sky, but there was no news of who succeeding the throne for a long time, which made the people of the Prince's Mansion even more frightened. Everyone knew what it meant if the prince could not ascend to the throne. Many people began to secretly pack up their packages and carry some property from the owner.

At noon, it is said that many troops came outside Chenghua City and had a brief confrontation with the Iron Feather Army guarding the city. It seemed that no one had any advantage, and then they stood in a row. The whole Chenghua City gradually became people's hearts, with strange forces and riots everywhere, and in a turmoil, no one came out to take charge of the overall situation, so some illegal gangs rushed out to commit beatings, smashing, and robbing, and making money. Seeing the prosperous Chenghua City was about to fall into chaos and the situation was about to get out of control.

"Young Master, do you think this person in our mansion can take that position?" Xiaoyuan asked Feng Ran quietly and nervously. Although they were about the same age, within a few days, Xiaoyuan was completely subdued by Feng Ran. Feng Ran became his backbone. He followed Feng Ran in everything and asked Feng Ran about everything.

Feng Ran just lying on the bed, closing his eyes to rest. It has nothing to do with him, Feng Ran. He just wants to know what impact does He Yue’s ability to ascend the throne have on 6 Feiqing?

In addition, Feng Ran knew very well that no matter whether He Yue ascended the throne or not, he could only stay by He Yue's side, and he might not be alive and die together.

It was not until dark that the palace suddenly opened the palace gate, and it was opened and closed. Several eunuchs rode their horses and ran quickly to the streets and alleys of Chenghua City. They ran wildly while shouting: "The emperor is funeral, the prince succeeds!" "The emperor is funeral, the prince succeeds!" "The emperor is funeral, the prince succeeds!"

But soon, these eunuchs disappeared.

However, the call of "The Emperor Funeral, the Prince Assisted the Throne" was passed on by others, shouting quickly. Prince He Yue was majestic and steady, virtuous and upright, and had a good reputation among the people. Especially as the Prince, he was the heir designated by the Emperor, the Emperor Funeral, and the Prince Assisted the Throne means a smooth transition of the regime! Many ordinary people breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this slogan as if they had a calm mind pill.

This slogan that seems to have been decided on the overall situation was spread, soothing some people, capturing some people, inspiring some people, and even despairing some people. In a hurry, no one had time to verify the authenticity of this slogan. The slogan was shouted out to seize the momentum in the turmoil, strengthening one's morale, destroying the enemy's prestige, and urging the centrists to move closer to one's side, so that everyone could make decisions and actions that are most beneficial to their own interests after hearing this slogan, forcing everyone to return home!

Gradually, the turmoil in the street market began to subside, and the thugs began to flee and hide, and did not dare to continue to make trouble. The number of iron-feathered troops patrolling the city increased, and the figures of yamen runners and police officers began to appear on the streets and alleys. The terrifying sound of golden swords fighting, smashing objects, and whimpering and cursing gradually subsided.

At some point, the troops outside the city quietly evacuated.

This news also spread to the Prince's Mansion. The Prince's Mansion swept away the fear and became jubilant! Their Prince finally became the emperor. When they turned around, they were always rewarded with merits.

"Young Master, have you heard of it? The prince has succeeded to the throne!" Xiaoyuan excitedly conveyed the news to Feng Ran. Seeing that Feng Ran had no reaction indifferently, he emphasized again: "The prince has succeeded to the throne, he is the emperor!"

Feng Ran still did not respond. He was from Yin and had no interest in the replacement of the throne of Suo Yun. What he was interested in was when he could sleep, or when he could rescue 6 Feiqing through sleep. He only needed to complete his daily homework, choke as much soup as possible, take care of the body, and wait for the arrival of that moment. Feng Ran didn't want to think about the rest. He had already ended his life to this point.

But Xiaoyuan couldn't help but feel excited and longing, and asked Feng Ran: "Young Master, do you think your prince will bring us into the palace?"

Feng Ran closed his eyes and rested, and was too lazy to answer Xiaoyuan. He really didn't want to pour cold water on Xiaoyuan: Even if the prince ascended the throne, would Xiaoyuan have to be so excited that his face and Rong look like he was?

Xiaoyuan yearns so much, but what's the good about the palace? He left the Yin Kingdom Palace twice, and was carried out like a dead person. After leaving the Yin Kingdom Palace, would he go around in circles and enter the Suoyun Kingdom Palace? He is in the Yin Kingdom Palace, after all, the second prince, and what is he in the Suoyun Kingdom Palace?

After the news of "the prince succeeding the throne", the situation in Chenghua City was slowly controlled. Until the next morning, the palace gate opened again. The princes and ministers who entered the palace and were kept in the palace for two days and three nights came out one after another, each with their own expressions and were not satisfied. They did not go home, but were escorted by the palace guards and went straight to the court. At the same time, dozens of cold ministers were transported out from the side door of the palace, and the eunuchs returned to each household. There were countless soldiers and guards waiting for their families to claim.

In the court, it was not much different from the past. He Yue was still sitting next to the imperial throne, still wearing the prince's uniform. Fang Zheng's handsome face was a bit haggard and his expression was solemn and cold.

After the ceremony, the eunuch of the rituals officially announced the emperor's funeral. The court mourned on the spot, and everyone was indifferent. After briefly discussing the posthumous title of the emperor, Prince Xuan proposed that since the emperor did not leave a will, the crown prince should succeed to the throne according to secular etiquette. Some people in the court agreed, and some people remained silent, but fortunately no one opposed it.

At that moment, Prince Xuan took the lead and invited He Yue to sit on the imperial throne, took the emperor's clothing embroidered with black background and gold to change it to He Yue, and then gave He Yue a ceremony to worship the emperor with his ministers.

He Yue sat upright on the imperial throne and accepted the worship of the ministers. In this struggle for the throne, he temporarily controlled the situation with a slight advantage, thus opening his path to becoming a king.
Chapter completed!