Chapter 3663

Emperor Shengyuan did not look at his back angrily and gnawed his teeth. "If you could be a little less angry with me, I would have been better if you could join the Dynasty and help me to share the government affairs."

It's all the fault of this unfilial son!

He leaned on the Dragon chair and gasped. The chief manager quickly handed him tea.

Emperor Shengyuan took a sip of tea and sighed, "Fushun, what do you think of him? What's wrong with this seat? Among my sons, his ability is obvious to all, but it's just that... " The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, "but he refused to enter the DPRK! Do I have to pass this seat on to others after I have been a hundred years? "

Fushun's mouth was slightly drawn, and he wanted to say to the Emperor: that's not someone else, that's your son!

But in the end, he was just deferentially obedient to Emperor Shengyuan and advised him: "maybe the third prince is still young, and maybe later his ideas will change? Do you think so? "

"I hope so," said emperor Shengyuan, waving his hand.

Fushun looks at these two people, and they are the most wonderful father and son in history.

As an emperor, is not always the most afraid of their own not dead, son or covet the throne? How can I get to the emperor Shengyuan? It's like a hot potato. I'm eager to throw it out.

And Huo Yanzhi, other princes, if they could have half of his Saint's favor, they would have been too happy to find north.

But he's better. Every time he's furious with shengshangqi, he's just like a nobody.

Drum up your own business, drum up the better and better.

Fushun knew that although emperor Shengyuan's mouth was full of dislikes for his business, he looked at him step by step over the years. From starting from scratch, to now all over the country, we have even developed our business to other countries. It's a fake to say that we're not happy.

But the more excellent he was, the more emperor Shengyuan wanted to pass on the throne to him.

These two people, really -

Fushun shakes his head, his heart is clear.

This is a dead cycle. There is no solution at all. I just hope the holy one can figure it out.

-Huo Yanzhi strides out of the heart nourishing hall, which is covered with snow. However, it gives this luxurious palace a sense of elegance.

Breathing out a breath of white gas, Huo Yanzhi's young man Mo immediately shakes the dark green cloak in his arms and puts it on for Huo Yanzhi.

The collar of the cloak is covered with a circle of black fox hair. When the wind blows, the cloak turns slightly to reveal the red inside.

Huo Yanzhi is tall, cool and elegant. He is not like a businessman, but more like a gentle man who reads and paints in his daily life.

But in fact, he looks thin, and when he rubs his fingers, he slightly raises blue tendons, which shows silently that this person is not only a businessman or a pen holder. In his body, there are also unknown terrorist forces.

Little mo looked at him admiringly and stood quietly behind him.

Seeing that he enjoyed the view before him, he said lightly, "go back," and Mo nodded immediately and called for the carriage to come.

Huo Yanzhi is the first to be able to ride or ride in the palace.

Others envy and envy, but no one dare to put this envy on the bright side.

Not to mention Huo Wuye, he is not a bully himself. It is the one standing behind him who will definitely not tolerate his beloved son and be missed!

Half way through, the carriage met a sedan on the palace road.