It is reasonable for Naibao to be chosen as the heir since he is the eldest son. As long as Naibao is not too clumsy or stupid and starts to be raised in an imperial manner early, even if he cannot become a wise king, he will still be qualified.
emperor.
In addition, if the Nine Emperors Uncle chooses the successor early, it can also avoid suicide and massacre among the princes, which will help the courtiers to stand in line and unite as one.
After several days of debate, the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty finally compromised with the emperor. In fact, they refused to compromise and found reasons to convince themselves, because the Nine Emperors Uncle would not give in at all.
The matter of Naibao's enthronement as king was decided, and the next step was the enthronement and queen-establishment ceremony seven days later. Although the Nine Emperors Uncle had inherited the throne, there was no enthronement ceremony, and the Nine Emperors Uncle did not change his reign title. In some aspects,
, Uncle Nine Emperors has a perfect complex that is incomprehensible.
The Empress's Ceremony can also be said to be the Empress's wedding. Ordinarily, the two of them should not meet each other three days before the wedding, but Uncle Nine Emperors still broke into Feng Qingchen's palace, even if he did nothing, he just held Feng Qingchen in his arms.
He is satisfied even if he sleeps.
"It's scary how stubborn you are." Feng Qingchen was held in the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors, unable to move at all.
"Yeah." Uncle Nine Emperors readily admitted that if he hadn't been stubborn and determined, he wouldn't be where he is today, and he wouldn't be able to have Feng Qingchen.
"Can you please relax a little, I can't breathe." Feng Qingchen felt that his limbs were stiff because he hugged her so tightly. Uncle Jiuhuang frowned and saw that Feng Qingchen's face was red from holding it back, so he relaxed a little.
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Huh... the air is so fresh. Feng Qingchen took a few breaths and turned to face Uncle Nine Emperors: "Let's get down to business. News came from the Fengli clan. Fengli Zhi, Mrs. Min and Fengli Qingge have already arrived."
We're in town, what are your plans?"
"No need to plan." The person was right in front of him. If he did nothing, he would not be the Nine Emperors Uncle. The Nine Emperors Uncle lowered his head and kissed Feng Qingchen's forehead. Seeing that Feng Qingchen did not refuse, he continued,
Little by little, he kissed her lips. Feng Qingchen finally stopped letting go and reached out to cover Uncle Nine Emperor's lips: "Let's talk about business!"
"We are talking about business." Uncle Nine Emperors stuck out his tongue and gently licked Feng Qingchen's palm. Feng Qingchen felt his heart tremble, as if there was an electric current flowing from the palm of his hand to the soles of his feet. His whole body couldn't bear it.
Still trembled.
Uncle Jiuhuang smiled with satisfaction, took advantage of Feng Qingchen's absence, sealed Feng Qingchen's lips, and held all her words in his stomach...
In bed, there is not so much nonsense. They will have time to talk later, so there is no need to rush it now.
"Well..." Feng Qingchen put her hands between the two of them, trying to open the distance between them, but she was no match for Uncle Nine Emperors. He was attacked by Uncle Nine Emperors in a few seconds and was powerless.
The ground lay limp on the bed, allowing Uncle Nine Emperors to pick it up.
You can’t be soft at this time!
Feng Qingchen pinched himself, trying to escape from the Nine Emperors Uncle's confusion, but the power gap was in front of him. As soon as he moved, he found a big hand lying on his breasts.
"It's big." Uncle Nine Emperors commented seriously. Feng Qingchen could still be calm at this time, but when Uncle Nine Emperors took it in his mouth and sucked hard, Feng Qingchen couldn't calm down at all, and his face turned red.
Already.
Could this man please stop competing with his son for favor?
"It's fishy and tastes bad." Uncle Jiuhuang, who successfully grabbed his son's rations, took a few sips and commented with a grimace.
Uncle Jiuhuang said he was disgusted, but his movements were not slow. When Feng Qingchen was so ashamed that he couldn't speak, he held down Feng Qingchen's hands and continued to fight for rations with Nai Bao...
Feng Qingchen twisted around and struggled for a moment, only to receive a burst of nibbling from Uncle Nine Emperors. Feng Qingchen was completely powerless and could only beg for mercy: "No, don't... I can't do it now."
The remaining sanity prevented Feng Qingchen from being as crazy as Uncle Nine Emperors. Of course, Uncle Nine Emperors went crazy, but he still had reason. After a little taste of the sweetness, Uncle Nine Emperors stopped his movements and lay on his back.
Feng Qingchen, in order to calm down the excitement in his heart...
Feng Qingchen didn't dare to move at all at this time, for fear of setting himself on fire.
"You are getting more and more stingy." After a while, Uncle Nine Emperors lay beside Feng Qingchen and said dissatisfiedly.
"You have the nerve to accuse me." Feng Qingchen reached out and poked Uncle Nine Emperors in the face: "Look at what you have done, your son will be hungry tomorrow."
"One day, I am hungry and not thin, that boy is too fat." Uncle Jiuhuang took Feng Qingchen's hand and rubbed it back and forth. After being banned from jade for nearly a year, Feng Qingchen's every move can make him distracted, but
But the wedding was coming soon, and he had to observe the etiquette, at least this etiquette.
Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes at Uncle Nine Emperors with an irritated look, and withdrew her finger: "How can you say that about your son?"
"The fact is, he is too fat!" Uncle Nine Emperors emphasized the last four words: "His appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Your milk alone is not enough. Let the wet nurse feed him." Uncle Nine Emperors still insisted.
He worked tirelessly and spared no effort to persuade Feng Qingchen to wean the baby.
He was deeply jealous of his son.
Among the children of the royal family, only Naibao could grow up drinking his own mother's milk. As a prince, Naibao's luck was so good that the Nine Emperors were jealous.
"We have agreed on this matter. There is no need to discuss it anymore. Let's talk about the ceremony in two days. What are you going to do?" Feng Qingchen decisively changed the subject. Although Uncle Nine Emperors was dissatisfied, he did not dwell on it anymore.
Answering Feng Qingchen's question: "Lock them all up. Doesn't she love my father dearly? When the imperial mausoleum was built, I built an underground prison and sent her to guard the imperial mausoleum."
Uncle Nine Emperors looked calm, as if he was talking to someone unrelated.
Feng Qingchen did not raise any objections to Mrs. Min's treatment. Mrs. Min's life or death was not decided by her. However, if Uncle Nine Emperors did not kill Mrs. Min, she would have to ask: "Where is Feng Li Qingge and that child?"
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That child is Mrs. Min's motivation. As long as that child is still there, Mrs. Min will not stop. She does not want the Su Wenqing incident to happen again.
"Let her raise it. She has the final say whether it is a dragon or a rat." Uncle Nine Emperors said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Don't worry, they will never come out in this life."
According to his understanding of Mrs. Min, after Mrs. Min raises Lan Jingyang, she will definitely educate the child well and make him smart, capable and ambitious. But for an ambitious young man who is not strong enough to be determined,
There is nothing more painful than losing freedom and having the ability but not being able to use it.
He has never been a person who complains outright. He wants to make Mrs. Min and the child she cares about the most aware of the pain that Mrs. Min has inflicted on him...
The cold aura emanating from Uncle Nine Emperors startled Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen quickly turned sideways and hugged Uncle Nine Emperors: "Don't be sad for people who don't care about you."
"I don't care, the only person I care about is you!" Uncle Nine Emperors hugged Feng Qingchen tightly, looked past Feng Qingchen, and looked out the window coldly...
He waited, waited for that woman to fall into a trap, waited for that woman who thought she had a chance to win, but fell from heaven to hell!