V2.Chapter 680

"Ask his highness King Yu to inherit Datong!"

"Ask his highness King Yu to inherit Datong!"

The voices of all the ministers came into his ears. Yan Beicheng felt bored and annoyed, and his handsome face was tight and did not say a word.

The flower on the street gently held his hand and lowered his voice: "wait a second."

Yan Beicheng nodded his head slightly, and a touch of heartache flashed in his eyes. What he couldn't bear most was that he had to enter the palace after his foot injury was not healed. He had no idea how many times he had seen this month, and there was no mood fluctuation in his heart.

After pondering for a while, he went forward and said, "the favorite emperor's son before his death is the thirteen younger brothers. Now that the father's bones are not cold, how can I brush his mind?"

In the middle of the court, he thought that the elder was from the family background, and his eyes glanced over the bed. The emperor Baorong, who had just swallowed his breath, was full of pain. "Although your majesty likes to be the third prince, the thirteenth Prince is weak. He has only been dealing with government affairs for half a month and then falls ill again. How can he be a great official?"

The rest of the ministers were also very sad. In any case, Yan cenxuan was weak and not suitable to inherit the grand unification. Now that emperor Baorong had just died, he was still weak and could not make it.

The concubines and princes knelt on the right side. They did not dare to interrupt the words of these ministers. They only cried in a low, mournful voice. Other people are just, even Shu Fei is also silent.

On the one hand, there was the cry of a group of imperial concubines and eunuchs, and on the other was the painstaking pleading of ministers. Yan Beicheng was in a headache. He was about to argue again, but suddenly, the sound of an internal servant's announcement sounded outside the hall.

"The thirteenth Prince arrived --"

just after the words were finished, Yan cenxuan walked quickly into the palace, ignoring all the ministers and concubines. After confirming that emperor Baorong was really driving away, he knelt down straight, his eyes filled with grief. "Father, son and minister are late --"

and he buried his head tightly on the ground.

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

Look, this is the appearance of the third prince who has just walked like a flying horse. What seems to be the rumor that his life will not be long?

Seeing this, he immediately raised his hand and twisted it around the waist of Yanbei City, and then motioned with his eyes.

Yanbei city this just very reluctantly also put on a bit of heavy manner, go forward to help Yan cenxuan, "Thirteen emperor younger brother mourning."

Yan Cen Xuan raised his head with the help of Yan Beicheng, but he still knelt down and did not get up. "Thank you very much, brother five."

At that time, Yan cenxuan's face was full of sadness, and his eyes were also wet. However, his face was how to see how normal it was. There was no half morbid, and even showed a little healthy blush.

Yan Beicheng seems to have been expected for a long time, but he is not shocked. He has been practicing medical skills for many years, but he is quite surprised.

What the hell is going on? 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.

Everything was arranged in advance. I thought that the Minister stood up at the right moment and said, "the thirteen Prince looks ruddy and healthy. It is obviously normal. Who is it before the rumor that your highness will die soon?"

As soon as the words fell, another Minister stood up and said, "since your highness is in good health, and your majesty once ordered his highness to supervise the country in his lifetime, the candidate for the throne should be his highness."