Chapter 487 Attribution to the throne

"Evil seed?" Duanmu Lingyu's face was full of surprise, "Second prince, what you said is wrong. The eldest son is the eldest son of Emperor Canglan. No matter what his mother is, the bloodline of this eldest son can never be wrong. Therefore, his descendants are also legitimate royal descendants, evil species? Your sentence is too broad.

As soon as he said the words, Mo Junyu knew that he was impulsive. When he heard Duanmu Lingyu's words, his face turned pale with anger: "Emperor Yuhan, the eldest prince is naturally the bloodline of his father, which is indisputable, but the child in Qianhe's belly can't be generalize."

"Prince Li, you can't say this nonsense. At the beginning, the former emperor confirmed that the child in Qianhe's belly was the blood of the eldest prince. Prince Li said so, but he wanted to overturn the previous emperor's conclusion?" Duanmu Lingyu looked at Mo Junyu coldly and leaned back in the chair with an indescribable sarcasm, "It's really unexpected that this Canglan Emperor's funeral has not passed long ago, and even his grandson is not his own. Ha ha, I think at this time, if he can see it, I'm afraid he will be angry."

"This..." The ministers below said one after another, "Your Majesty, what Emperor Yuhan said makes sense. No matter what the Han family is, the eldest prince is always the blood of the emperor, and his children cannot be hurt."

"Yes, please think twice."

Mo Junqi stared at the ministers tightly and was furious in his heart: These ministers are simply unreasonable. The Han family is the bloodline of Nanzhao, and the queen is the royal family of Nanzhao. All this is a complete conspiracy. They even want to leave that evil seed. Aren't they afraid that wildfire will be resurrected one day?

Duanmu Lingyu smiled and said, "Prince Li, speaking of which, the eldest prince is wrong, and it is also a problem for his children to stay. Well, Qianhe also served Princess Mu at the beginning, so let her follow Princess Mu back to Yuhan. This child should not tell him the truth all his life."

"No, how can the royal blood of Canglan flow out?" Before Mo Junyan could speak, the ministers below began to object.

Mo Junling was so noisy that he had a splitting headache. He frowned and shouted coldly, "Shut up!" Today is the day of his accession to the throne, but it is simply unreasonable to be messed up.

Mu Qingya turned her eyes to the door and thought secretly in her heart. At this time, she thought that she should be ready to come to the Jade Noble Concubine. While thinking about it, a sudden announcement came from the door:

"The noble imperial concubine has arrived."

Everyone was stunned and immediately realized that the highest position in the harem was the Jade Noble Concubine, that is, the current Jade Noble Concubine.

"I've met the noble concubine."

Shen Ningyu's exquisite face will become more and more exquisite. Now her breath is indifferent and quiet. Such a breath really makes people feel indisputable with the world. Now that Xia Jingyan is dead, the depression in her heart has also been untied. There has been no concern for a long time, and naturally her mood is broad.

"Don't be polite. This time, I mainly want to ask about the throne ceremony. Why haven't you started to salute yet?"

Mo Junyan's expression calmed down: "Returning to the words of the noble princess, this matter is a long story. I didn't expect that these ministers were ambitious. Their families actually colluded with the Nanzhao Yu Party. Thanks to the third brother, otherwise I would still be blinded."

Shen Ningyu nodded and turned her head to look at Mu Qingya with a warm smile on her face: "Princess Mu, I haven't seen you for a long time. Qianhe said before that you should leave soon. Whether you have time or not, you must go to my palace to see Qianhe. The child is full every day. Zi Nian said to you, that little look is pitifully tight.

Mo Junyan's softened face suddenly became more gloomy: "Precious Princess, we happened to talk about this matter, the child in Qianhe's belly..."

"What's wrong with the child in her belly? Before the emperor died, I went to see him, and he also said that I must take good care of the child. This child was born as the emperor's nephew. Does the emperor want to arrange Qianhe mother and son in another way?

"No...No, I just listened to the opinion of the minister, and the child stayed. The noble concubine has no children under her knees. It's good to have this child to relieve boredom."

Shen Ningyu smiled very happily: "Yes, this sentence of the emperor has reached the heart of my palace. This palace is indeed too lonely. It will be much more interesting to have this child. Well, it's getting late, so I will go back first. Now you don't have a concubine. I will take the things in this harem first. Help take care of it, and you can rest assured."

Mo Junyu's anger rose in his heart, but he had to send Shen Ningyu away.

Mu Qingya lowered her head, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles. Shen Ningyu came too timely. If Mo Junyu wants to become emperor, she must care about her reputation. As long as she cares about people's livelihood, she can't harm her own nephew at will. Now because of the explosion of Guangning Palace, the people They are speculating whether it was a scene designed by him to compete for the throne and took the opportunity to kill the fourth prince. If he wants to maintain his little reputation left, he must protect the children in Qianhe's belly. No matter if he is reluctantly, he must do so. It was only after seeing this that Shen Ningyu dared to point it out unscrupulously.

"Brother, since you have dealt with the children's affairs, will you start to deal with these ministers?" Mo Junqing looked coldly at the decadent Bai Yunhe and snorted coldly in his heart. Although these people did not know their wife's behavior, they were secretly about the people. Previously, the royal brother turned a blind eye to them for the sake of the great society, but now there is no need.

"Please spare my life. Weichen doesn't know these things. They are all... They are all done by these bitches. Please bypass Weichen."

Mo Junyan's face was blue: "Come on, take off Bai Yunhe and others and wear flower clothes, enter the heavenly prison, and interrogate them strictly with the Ministry of Criminal Justice."

"Yes."

The bitter white cloud crane and others were dragged down, and for a moment, the needle fell in the hall. Mo Junyan's eyes were a little ferocious, and he swept through everyone present fiercely and paused on Duanmu Lingyu and Mo Junqing: "I don't know if I can continue to prepare for my accession ceremony now?"

Duanmu Lingyu looked at him, and for a long time, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and spit out two words: "Naturally."

"Third brother, what do you think?"

Mo Junqing nodded: "Now that the matter has been dealt with, the ceremony for the accession to the throne will naturally be held. My brother is here to congratulate the royal brother first."

"Okay!" Mo Junqi turned around and straightened his back. "In this case, please stand aside, ceremonial officer, sing!"

"Yes, yes." The frightened ceremonial official was shocked by a cold shout, quickly got up from the ground, wiped off the cold sweat on his head, and sang loudly, "The Enthiration ceremony begins."

"Report!" A high announcement came, and the hoarse voice shocked the people present with cold sweat on their backs and looked up at the door one after another. What's going on again!

I saw a bloody general running in, regardless of the bleeding animals on his chest, and knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty, the Kyoto riots, all the refugees outside the city rushed into Kyoto. There were too many people, and the slaves could not stop it at all. Now Kyoto has fallen into chaos, and many shops They were all robbed. During this time, countless people were killed and injured, and the situation was completely uncontrollable.

"Puff!" Mo Junqi was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you all right?"

Mo Junqing came forward to hold Mo Junyu: "Brother, how are you?"

Mo Junqi pushed him away and looked up to wipe off the blood stains on his lips: "I'm fine. I'm fine. Ha ha, the Kyoto riots. It's really funny that I, the emperor, have only got the news now! Haha, Commander of the Beijing Guard, what else do I want you to do? They are all waste of vegetarian meals! Come and send someone to investigate why so many disaster victims have poured into Kyoto together. Be sure to investigate for me. Today's ascending ceremony... postponed!" Saying the last two words with blood, Mo Junling's sleeves and strode away to the inner room.

Duanmu Lingyu raised the corners of his lips, and the cold light in his eyes slowly dissipated. He turned his head and looked at Mu Qingya: "Qingya, it seems that this ceremony cannot be held on time. Let's go first."

Mo Junqing waved his hand to let the bodyguards beside him lift the table down: "Emperor Yuhan, can you borrow a step to talk?"

"Naturally, let's go."

Mu Qingya walked beside Duanmu Lingyu, and the three of them walked out of the hall and walked to the pavilion next to the imperial garden.

"Qingya, are you sure that the powder on the table is not harmful to the royal brother?" Mo Junqing asked.

"There is no great harm. Mo Junling just vomited blood and seems to be quite serious, but it vents the depression and anger in his heart, which is beneficial and harmless to the body. The medicine applied on the table in advance will only make his thoughts intense and disturb his thinking. There is not much harm. You can Don't worry."

"Well, then I'm relieved." Mo Junqing breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Duanmu Lingyu, and bowed slightly to salute, "Thank you for the help of Emperor Yuhan."

"Nothing, it's just a piece of cake. I know what you want to ask. Don't worry, I and Qingya will leave and return to Yuhan in three days. When I go back and receive the news that you will stabilize the vicissitudes, I will naturally arrange food to deliver it immediately. A gentleman will never ungod his word.

"Okay, don't worry, I will naturally get this done, so I'll leave first."

Seeing Mo Junqing go far away, Duanmu Lingyu smiled and said, "Ha ha, this Prince Chun is kind-hearted. It's his blessing that Mo Junyu has such a brother."

Mu Qingya nodded: "Yes. Today's thing was really unexpected. I didn't expect that the things on the table would work so well. Today's things were discussed by her, Duanmu Lingyu and Mo Junqing. What was smeared on the table was confusing powder, in order to disturb Mo Junyan's thoughts, but it vomited blood angrily, which was also a little breath.

"Ha, yes, Mo Junyan's expression was very funny when he heard the mob rushing into Kyoto, which is not bad for my deployment."