Chapter 253: He is dead and will be mourned tomorrow
After being buried in the rain, the group settled in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Xiao Nanfeng began to inquire about Sima Xuanyuan and the news in the palace.
Qian Duoduo was waiting for news in the prime minister's house. Xiao Nanfeng found her anxiously as soon as he came back from the palace and said: "I went to the prince's house. The eunuch and the maid said that the prince has not been there since the last battle."
Come back again!"
"What?" Qian Duoduo was immediately shocked. She jumped three feet high and shouted: "No, you haven't come back?"
Xiao Nanfeng frowned and sighed: "Yes, and I found out some very unfavorable news for the prince!"
Oh my god, there is more bad news than this. Qian Duoduo sat down on the stool and her expression immediately changed. She calmed down and asked stammeringly: "Also, is there any bad news? Is there any more bad news?
yes?"
Xiao Nanfeng shook his head and said: "I heard that the prince has prepared to mourn the prince, which means that he has determined that the prince died in the battle!"
"Ah? Died in battle?" Qian Duoduo turned around and grabbed Xiao Nanfeng and asked: "You, didn't you say that he was being chased by Huangpu Aotian? Why did he die in battle when he came here? What the hell?
what's going on?"
"I don't believe that the prince is dead. Yu has already arranged for people to search for him. It is said that he saw the soldiers wearing makeup near the narrow entrance, so I think they must also be looking for the whereabouts of the prince. It has been more than ten days.
If the prince is really dead, what else are they looking for?" Xiao Nanfeng still believed that Sima Xuanyuan must be fine, and looked at Qian Duoduo confidently.
After hearing his analysis, Qian Duoduo felt it made sense. She sat up from the stool and slapped her thigh: "No, I have to find him!"
After saying that, she turned around and ran out of the room. Xiao Nanfeng shouted urgently: "Hey, wait, I'll go with you!"
This woman didn't hear anything at all. Now that she's gone, the biggest headache for him here is not this, but the prince's. He always feels that there is something fishy about this matter. Even if the prince dies, it is the emperor who wants to mourn.
, why is it the prince who calls for mourning this time?
Location: Inside the Emperor’s Yangxin Hall
There were several young eunuchs and palace maids standing outside the Yangxin Hall. On both sides of the door next to it, several guards with swords stood straight outside the door.
In this room, the emperor was lying on the couch with a pale face, breathing hard. He turned his head slightly to look at the prince sitting not far away, leisurely sipping tea. His fingers trembled slightly, and his lips opened and closed.
No sound comes out.
"Huh?" Sima Muyun slowly put down the teacup in his hand, squinted at the emperor on the couch, tilted his chin indifferently, and said: "Hey, father, please hurry up and write the edict.
Just leave it to me, why bother holding it here, it's just a waste of time."
After the emperor heard this, his brows trembled slightly. He clenched his fists tightly and roared with all his strength: "Beast, beast, I will not pass the throne to you!"
Sima Muyun's hand squeezed the tea cup tightly, and his calm face suddenly turned cold. He walked over slowly and stared at the emperor lying on the couch with a pair of eagle eyes: "Father, do you want to
The throne is passed to Sima Xuanyuan? Stop dreaming, I tell you, he is dead and will be mourned tomorrow!"
"Ah hahaha!" Sima Muyun suddenly laughed. The man lying on the couch said his father, but he did not feel sad at all because of his illness. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed.