Chapter 62： The Story of Shen Fengyue in the Harem

The emperor... died?

Upon hearing the news, he was shocked and burst into the sky with crying. All of them knelt down three heads in the direction of the emperor's bedroom, to show goodbye to the emperor, his father and his son, and his clan.

The death knell in the palace rang and buzzed three times.

Shen Fengyue looked like her harem concubine, holding the embroidered handkerchief and wiping tears, crying.

I cried for a long time, and when the crying weakened, someone stood up and said: "The first emperor drove the crane west, and the ministers were very sad, but now the most important thing is the prince. The first emperor walked in a hurry, not half of his will, since ancient times. Chu Dang followed the eldest son's succession system. Now the prince has died, and he should be the king of Qi. The minister boldly proposed to welcome the king of Qi back to the throne and become emperor in order to control the overall situation."

Shen Fengyue wiped away her tears, then moved the embroidered pax to look at the sound, only to see that the voice was Wei Yunping.

Although Wei Jia had been repeatedly reprimanded by Emperor Chu, his power was not as good as before, but Wei Yunping has stood in the court for decades and his power is deeply rooted. It is still difficult to pull him out and shake him in a short time.

Numerous literati surrounded him, seemingly the leader among the literati. He spoke righteously, but he was facing Shen Fengyue's direction.

Shen Fengyue's eyelids twitched slightly, this old man was going to make a mess. King Qi also came from his family of Wei, so of course he wanted King Qi to be in power.

"The imperial decree is—"

The others knelt down and obeyed orders, but the Wei group headed by Wei Yunping stayed still. Holding the bright yellow imperial decree in his hand, Shen Yu walked out of the temple. He glanced at the Wei Group and saw that they did not kneel down and did not speak much. He directly opened the imperial decree and read as follows:

"Feng Tian accepts transportation, the emperor said:

Since ancient times, the emperor will continue to establish the pole and Fuyuhuan area, and he must establish the Yuan Chu and Maolong country as the foundation of the Mianzong Society. I shook Hongxu and Su Ye Jingjing. Yang Wei ancestor Mo Lie Zhaochui. Trust the most. Cheng Zi Yanqing was born in Yuanliang.

The first prince died young, and I was heartbroken, but I couldn't go against the sky in the end. The second son Chu Xie, Japanese watch Yingqi. Talent and beauty. Settlement ceremony. Overbearing public opinion. I would like to tell the world, the ancestral temple, and the community.

On March 13th, 57th year of Shunyuan, he was awarded with a treasure. Standing as the crown prince. Orientation in the East Palace, with ten thousand years of tradition, with the heart of the world.

Qin this. "

After reading, there was no sound underneath, and Wei Yunping had a gloomy face.

Shen □□ closed the imperial decree and held it with his left hand, and looked at Wei Yunping and said, "Prime Minister, the first emperor's decree, why don't you kneel?! Is it possible that you want to commit a rebellious offense?" He said this very harshly and loudly.

Wei Yunping raised his eyelids, calmly: "The first emperor called his concubine Yanhuang on his deathbed. The ministers have not yet seen the first emperor. You are the only two in the temple. Dare to know whether this decree is true or not?"

"The prime minister doesn't believe in slaves and imperial concubines?"

Wei Yunping didn't speak, but looked at him flatly.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and even the sobbing sound someone pretended before choked back.

Shen Yan didn't care, and just froze with him.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

About the time for a stick of incense, when Shen Fengyue's embroidered handkerchief was about to squeeze and sweat, only a regular footstep came from outside the hall.

When everyone heard it, they turned their heads to look, only to see a long-armored and knifed Yu Linwei rushing to surround everyone in an orderly manner.

Everyone was taken aback by this big battle, and they didn't dare to say anything. The leader of Yulin Weizhong came out to salute and said: "Commander Yulin Wei is here, come here by the order of Emperor Xian. If there is any objection to the decree, ——"

"Stop it!"

As his voice fell, all Habayashi drew their knives one after another, and the sound of cold weapons being pulled out and rubbing in the scabbard made goose bumps.

The leader looked at Shen □□: "Duke Shen, are there anyone who resists the decree?"

Hearing that, Shen Yan's eyes patrolled the crowd below, and the Wei Group, which was standing alone, became particularly prominent. When he swept over them, the faces of these people were stunned, and they couldn't believe it, and Wei Yunping was even more gloomy.

The head of the two tigers can't blindly see the Wei's group, which is standing together, but he still asks knowingly.

In other words, deliberately, the group of stinky old men was upset.

Shen Yan explained for them: "The first emperor knew that his deadline was approaching, so he arranged the funeral early so that Yu Linwei would maintain order. He was afraid that someone would resist the decree and would disobey the Holy Lord. This was also to protect the new emperor."

Wei Yunping's expression was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that Chu Emperor would even put one on his head.

Shen Fengyue tilted her head, the corners of her lips twitched slightly. Yes, the Emperor Chu and Wei Yunping are the same raccoon dog, a nest of snakes and rats, how can the monarch and ministers know what Wei Yunping is for many years, so when it comes to the end, he will let the army go out as a precaution.

So Wei Yunping was placed.

However, after the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole, Emperor Chu is not the last laugh. Everything he does is to make wedding clothes for others.

Shen Fengyue's gaze passed through the obscured building, and she didn't know how Emperor Chu, who was lying on the bed, had died, seeing the scene now, how he felt in her heart.

"So, does anyone want to resist the decree?" Shen asked loudly, pulling Shen Fengyue's thoughts back to reality.

Some people in the Wei group made eye contact with each other, then bent their knees and knelt down respectfully, with their heads resting on the backs of their hands.

"The minister dare not wait."

There are one or two. Some people have made the first bird, and the rest of the people climbed down the pole and knelt down one after another.

Now Duwei Yunping is still standing. Shen Yang raised the imperial decree towards him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Does the prime minister have objections?"

Wei Yunping looked around, all his heads slumped down. He took a deep look at him, and then he knelt down slowly, burying his head on the ground without lifting his head for a long time.

Wei Yunping gave in after all.

Shen Yan said to Chu Xi who was kneeling in the back row among the crowd: "His Royal Highness, please take the order."

Chu Xi was named suddenly, and his body trembled. When the imperial edict stated that he was the prince, he was in a daze, and only felt like a dream. He never imagined that he would one day be crowned a prince. He got up with vain steps, passed countless heads to Shen Yang, and stretched out his hands.

Shen Yan handed him the imperial edict, and then knelt down.

The long, bright yellow silk is lightly held in the hand, but its meaning is heavy, because it symbolizes the supreme power.

Chu Xi subconsciously looked at Shen Fengyue's direction. He seemed to have an understanding, raised his head to look at him, and then quietly showed a congratulation. After blinking at him, he quickly bowed his head.

Encouraged by her mother, Chu Xi was overjoyed, but she couldn't show it and could only hold back.

"Long live my emperor, long live long live!" Shen was the first to shout out. He raised his arms high and bowed to Chu Xi, shouting long live.

He started, followed by long live one after another, with countless open mouths saying the same sentence:

"Long live my emperor, long live long live--"

Although it is not a long-lasting harmony, but the momentum is still not small, Chu Xi stands with his back in the long live, standing tall, enjoying the glory that belongs to him alone.

Wei Yunping was a step slower than others yelling. He quietly raised his eyes to the stands and saw Shen Peng and Shen Fengyue at the front, as well as Chu Xi standing with his back on his back, with extraordinary bearing.

Something has quietly changed, and something has passed away and never returned.

Shen □□, you won.

The matter came to an end. Shen Fengyue repatriated the palace people around her and walked alone in the palace, and Shen Fengyue followed him one step at a time.

"Niang," he called suddenly.

"Huh?" Shen Fengyue looked at him.

This day was really exciting. They teamed up to kill Emperor Chu and pushed Chu to analyze the superior. Maybe it was too much stimulation, Shen Fengyue was a little tired after the extreme excitement, and took this opportunity to relax with a breeze.

"Emperor concubine, we succeeded." Shen said, with the most clearly visible joy in his eyes. He usually pretends to be very good, he doesn't like the appearance, and he doesn't know when he started to show his true emotions in front of Shen Fengyue.

Shen Fengyue nodded and said that she knew it.

Soon Shen Zhen came over again, "No, it should be said that it is the empress mother." He said that he respectfully saluted.

Shen Fengyue was amused by his pretense, and followed him in acting: "The Aijia let you exempt."

"Yes—" Shen □□ dragged his tone, bowed slightly and walked to the side of Shen Fengyue, stretched out a hand with the palm facing up, said, "Please let Xiao Shenzi come and help the empress dowager." He winked his eyebrows, almost flattering. .

Shen Fengyue put her hand up: "You are a clever slave, and the Ai's family will reward you to accompany Ai's to stroll around the imperial garden."

One bends to help, and the other walks.

At that time, it was March in the spring, the peaches and plums in the palace were blooming, thousands of flowers were pressed down, and a tree seemed to ignite a red-pink flame. Looking up at this square inch of the sky, a group of birds flew across the sky, changing their formations one by one.

The gentle breeze is refreshing, bringing strands of floral scent, blowing a strand of ear hair on the side of the queen dowager, and the fine hair covers half of his cheek. Looking at it, it is truly beautiful.