Chapter 2259

"Your Highness, King Yu, please inherit the great rule!"

"Your Highness, King Yu, please inherit the great rule!"

When the voice of all the ministers came into his ears, Yan Beicheng felt very annoyed. Jun's face was tight and didn't say a word.

Mo Shanghua gently took his hand and said in a low voice, "wait a second."

Yan Beicheng nodded slightly, and a touch of heartache flashed in his eyes. What he couldn't bear most was that he had to go to the palace because of the unhealed foot injury of Mo Shanghua. He didn't know how many times he had been forced by the ministers in the past month, and there was no mood fluctuation in his heart.

After pondering for a while, he came forward and said: "before the death of my father, my favorite prince was the 13th younger brother. Now my father's body is not cold, how can I go against his will?"

In the middle of the court, Emperor Baorong, who thought that he was born in Gelao station, glanced over his bed. He just swallowed his breath, and his face was full of pain. "Your Majesty likes to be the third prince, but the 13th Prince is weak. He is only half a month away from government affairs and falls ill again. How can he be a great leader?"

The rest of the ministers also had the same look of grief. Anyway, Yan cenxuan was weak and not suitable for inheriting the grand unification. Now that emperor Baorong had just died, he was too weak to come.

The concubines and princes knelt on the right side. They didn't dare to interrupt the words of the ministers. They just cried in a low voice. Other people just, even Shufei is silent.

One side was the cry of a group of imperial concubines and eunuchs, and the other side was the cry of the ministers. Yan Beicheng had a headache and was about to argue again, but suddenly the voice of the servant outside the hall rang out.

"The 13th Prince arrived -"

as soon as his voice fell, he saw Yan cenxuan walking in a hurry and flying into the palace. Regardless of all the ministers and concubines, he came forward to confirm that emperor Baorong was really dead. Then he knelt down straight down, full of pain and sadness, "father, my son is late -"

and buried his head tightly on the ground.

The courtiers immediately hissed and looked at Yan cenxuan, who was kneeling on the ground. He was quite surprised.

Look at the appearance of the third prince just now. It seems that his life is not long?

Mo Shanghua immediately raised her hand and twisted it around Yan Beicheng's waist, and then indicated with her eyes.

Yan North City this just very reluctantly, also put on a bit of heavy air, came forward to Yan cenxuan to lift up, "Thirteen emperor younger brother, I'm sorry."

Yan cenxuan raised his head with the help of Yan Beicheng, but he still knelt and didn't get up. "Thank you, brother five."

At that time, Yan cenxuan's face was full of sadness, and his eyes were moist, but how did he look? He was not half sick, even a little healthy.

Yan Beicheng seems to have expected this for a long time, not shocked. Mo Shanghua has been practicing medicine all the year round, but he is quite surprised.

What's the matter? How can Yan cenxuan's illness heal so quickly?

She did not know that Yan cenxuan had promised in Yanbei city that he had a way.

As if everything had been arranged in advance, he thought that the minister just stood up and said: "the thirteen princes have a ruddy complexion and a healthy figure. It's obviously normal. Who is it? It's rumored that his Highness's life will not last long!"

At the end of the speech, another Minister stood up and said, "since your highness is in good health, and your majesty once ordered his highness to supervise the country before he died, the candidate for the throne should be his highness."

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