Chapter 889

The next day, all the civil and military officials stayed out of the hall for one night, and the wails of grief rang all night.

Above the court, at the beginning of the dawn, the golden light broke through the clouds, reflecting the light of thousands of feet, lining the endless towering buildings, majestic atmosphere, which can really arouse men's desire for rights.

Only Ning yuan, holding the imperial edict in both hands, stands at the three steps from the steps to the Dragon chair, quietly drooping his head and gathering his eyes, with a calm momentum.

As soon as they saw what he was holding, they immediately knew what was going on, but their eyes flashed, and between the two parties, they began to convey their eyes silently.

"Kneel -" the chief eunuch shook the dust and stood at Ningyuan's side, drinking loudly.

He has been shouting this sentence for more than ten years. He has stood in this position for more than ten years. Now, everything has come to an end.

"Ministers receive orders --"

"long live the emperor!"

As soon as Ningyuan shakes the imperial edict, the rolled up bright yellow cloth unfolds slowly in front of his eyes, and the dense font is written on it with cinnabar.

His voice is sonorous and powerful, hitting everyone's heart.

"I have been on the throne for 30 years. The sea is clear and the world is peaceful. The people have peace, and the people have salt. The government of officials is clear and the emperor and his officials are good. Now I know that the great limit is coming. Li Shen, the seventh son of my emperor, is very valuable. I bow deeply It is said that Li Shen, the seventh son of the emperor, should work together to make a new emperor Dai. We should give full support to the prime minister and the state.

So -- "

Ning yuan put away the edict, held it with respectful hands, and said:" Li Shen takes the edict! "

Li Shen knelt on the ground, walked on his knees a few steps forward, and walked slowly down the steps. He put the bright yellow imperial edict in his hands, which were raised above his head. He whispered a word that no one else heard, "you have got what you want."

"Thank you." Li Shen's eyes flickered slightly. When he really grasped the volume into the palm of his hand, he inevitably felt that his chest was burning, and the palm of his hand was burning.

Get what you want -

the next moment, a voice jumps up abruptly, "impossible! How could the father pass the throne on to that bastard? I don't agree with you! Ben Wang knows, it's you, Ningyuan! You've got to collude with that bitch. You want to win the throne! You are rebellious! I want to see the edict! "

Ningyuan's eyes were cold, and he swept to the man standing out of the hall. He was about forty years old, and the royal family looked not bad, but he was old, with a goatee, and looked insidious and cunning.

This man is not king Liao. Who else can he have?

"Come on! Li Liao did not know the dignity and inferiority of the emperor. He insulted the new emperor. He did not respect the first emperor. He quickly put him in prison and waited for the new emperor to deal with him! " Rather far a jilt sleeve, cold voice high drink. Gao Daxin's long posture stands on the steps, and his eyes are as fierce as bloody swords. His iron blood can be seen in front of everyone at the moment.

Only then did all the civil and military officials realize that they were paralyzed by the meekness of Ningyuan's return to the imperial court. They totally forgot that he was the invincible God of death on the battlefield and a loyal minister trusted by the first emperor!

"It's better to be far away than to dare! This king is the prince, who dares to do it? "

Li Liao's face is distorted. He thought he was the most promising prince to inherit the throne. He never thought that his most powerful competitor was Li Shen, the hidden king of leisure!

The moment when the guards were summoned, there was no way to get around the heart nourishing hall.

Hearing Li Liao's shouting, the guards in armor and long guns hesitated.