The highly anticipated wedding banquet of the Three Kings has come to a successful end, and before the festive atmosphere has completely dissipated, the imperial city is enveloped in a sinister atmosphere, as if it is about to overturn the imperial city at any time.
Yan Buhuan had just woken up from a hangover when he heard the news that sounded like an explosion.
The emperor wants to take the Zen throne.
Yan Hui flipped through the "Purple Wall Treasure Mirror" in his hand as if nothing had happened. The pages of the book made a clattering sound. The red-lacquered windows with carved wood railings welcomed the light outside, and the ground was mottled with color.
"Are you sure you want to take the Zen position?" Yan Hui raised his head and looked at the man who had been standing by the window in a daze.
When the emperor heard the voice, he didn't look back and simply answered with one syllable: "Yes."
"Why?"
"You don't like it?"
"I like it."
"That's fine." The emperor replied with a tone no different from that of a scoundrel.
Yan Hui closed the book and sighed: "But it can't be just because I like it..."
"Yan Hui, can you not use that 'minister'? I'm tired of hearing this." The emperor turned around abruptly, with annoyance on his face. This word seemed to remind himself all the time that he and Yan Hui were only in a relationship of monarch and minister.
"Don't you, Your Majesty, call yourself 'I' in front of me?" Yan Hui replied coldly.
The emperor was stunned.
It is rumored that Yan Hui is a humble gentleman, neither humble nor arrogant, and he is polite and courteous to others. Whenever he hears such words, Emperor Xuanyuan will sneer from the bottom of his heart. The person who said this must not have understood Yan Hui, so he would have such a situation.
the illusion.
And he is the person who understands Yan Hui. He is a person who... will retaliate and is very petty.
It can be seen from the self-proclaimed name.
It didn't take a day or two for the emperor to retreat. Seeing that Yan Hui didn't seem to be joking, the emperor quickly stepped aside and said, "Isn't it okay that I was wrong?"
It is no longer me, and he is no longer a minister. The emperor hopes that this is the case.
Yan Hui fidgeted with his sleeves and said, "Yeah."
Back to business.
Talking about the Zen throne, the emperor had one head, two eldest sons, and three sons, namely Xuanyuan Mu, Xuanyuan Si, and Xuanyuan Ci.
If a prince is selected from these three people, the youngest son Xuanyuan Ci will be removed first. The reason is very simple. No matter in terms of momentum or means, Xuanyuan Ci is no match for the first two people. If he sits on the throne
The throne, I'm afraid my butt will be pushed down if I don't warm it up.
The real headaches for the emperor were Xuanyuan Si and Xuanyuan Mu.
Xuanyuan Si may seem cynical, but it still has the real stuff.
Not to mention Xuanyuan Mu, he has held the Heavenly Halberd Palace for many years, and his kingly aura has already been revealed. The only thing wrong is that Xuanyuan Mu has a very close relationship with King Changping. His mother is a person close to King Changping, and recently Xuanyuan Mu
The behavior is strange and must be guarded against.
Emperor Xuanyuan sighed deeply: "Yan Hui, tell me... uh... what should I do?"
"Xuanyuan Mu's rebellious spirit has been latent for a long time. You can't see it," Yan Hui said honestly.
The emperor nodded, this was where he was in trouble. In terms of current strength, Xuanyuan Si was far from Xuanyuan Mu's opponent. If the throne was passed to Xuanyuan Si, he might not be able to hold it for a while.
When the time comes, the country will be stained with blood, and the gains will outweigh the losses.
"I just saw it, so I asked you to think of a way to change it. What does the "Purple Wall Treasure Mirror" say?" The emperor looked at the cover.
Yan Hui clung to the book tightly: "You can't read it, Your Majesty."
"Why?"
"You know the outcome of everything, is your life still interesting?" Yan Hui looked at the emperor meaningfully.
