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Above the court, due to the different factions, they were divided into two opposing factions, and some ministers who were weak chose to be neutral and silently mixed in.

The throne, the symbol of the supreme power of the world, had been vacant for a long time, and the hand-carved armrests of thorn flowers, a mixture of mythril and obsidian, still dazzled, and the arrogant light seemed to isolate the courtiers from its world.

Just to the lower left of the throne, there is also a soft chair, the back and armrests are woven from the tail feathers of high-quality spirit beasts, and the soft texture makes people fall for a moment.

At the moment, in this soft chair large enough to accommodate three grown men, nestled a young boy. He is said to be immature because he is no more than eleven or twelve years old. And his physiognomy has nothing to do with immaturity. The boy was leaning on a half-reclining chair, his flowing silver hair hanging down to his waist, and his complexion was paler than that of the vampires who lived in the dark castle for many years. The facial features are exquisite, such as ice carved jade, a touch of cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, not dotted but red, enchanting like a fairy in a painting. The phoenix's eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strand of hair slipped from her forehead and slid down the right side of her face to her shoulder, playing with an inky whisk in her hand.

His quietness was eerie compared to the noisy courtiers below. What's even more bizarre is that no one dares to ignore his existence, and no one dares to disturb his world.

When the ministers argued too fiercely, they would unconsciously look up at him and see that he had no reaction before daring to continue.

Being able to get a place next to the emperor's throne made all the ministers jealous to this point, looking at the entire Nanxuan, there was only one person.

The identity of the teenager is about to come out.

Nanxuan National Teacher - Baner.

The boy had been staying in the sacrificial temple on weekdays and never appeared in front of people, and this was the first time he had appeared in front of so many people except for being sealed.

The courtiers who came to admire the prestige of the national teacher were all stimulated when they saw his true appearance, but they did not expect that the high-ranking national teacher in their imagination was actually a half-grown boy who had not dried up.

Ban'er knew what they were thinking, and glanced at everyone lightly, without saying anything to explain. His glance seemed to be careless, and only the people who were swept at it knew how heavy the pressure was, and they immediately put away their contempt.

"National Teacher, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hasn't appeared for several days, I don't know where he is at this time?" asked Prime Minister Su Hou with the courage to ask Ban'er.

The prince's Nanyuan Hall is prohibited, and except for those who are close to him, only the national teacher can enter and exit freely.

Ban'er raised his eyes to look at him, as if pondering for a moment, "Rin is infected with the wind and cold, and it is inconvenient to come forward." The young man's voice has a green and lazy taste. It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.

"Oh, is it serious?" Su Houqing's eyes flashed for a moment, "Do you need us to summon the imperial doctor to check on His Royal Highness the Prince's condition?"

Ban'er was expressionless, and he didn't respond anymore, closing his eyes and playing with his ink.

There was a huge hall of Yihe, silent and silent, and the scene instantly became embarrassing.

Su Hou's old face was a little unbearable, and he laughed dryly twice to round himself, "Since the national teacher doesn't speak, it shows that the prince is fine, then it's the best, haha." ”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in good health, and it is okay to postpone the burial of my Emperor in the mausoleum for a few days. Zeng Wei, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, who was standing opposite Su Hou, took Su Hou's words and did not forget to smile contemptuously.

"This move is inappropriate," Su Hou lowered his face coldly, "Ordinary people will enter the earth as soon as possible, let alone the emperor of one dynasty?

"It was the ancestral sacrifice ceremony that was put in the first place, so I had to make this decision. Zeng Wei refuted his words, "The ancestral sacrifice ceremony must be presided over by the first heir in line with the orthodox bloodline of the royal family, have you forgotten?"

Su Hou had nothing to say. Of course, he will not forget this, and there is no one else with this qualification at the moment except His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Then don't blame him for being rude.

"Forgive the old man's bluntness, isn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince famous for his filial piety? Why can't he even show up to preside over the funeral ceremony at such a critical moment? Even if it is a heavy wind chill, it has been half a month, and he has not been cured? The imperial doctor in the palace is so poor? Or is it just a pretext that the prince is infected with the wind and cold? Recently, there have been rumors among the people that His Royal Highness the Prince has disappeared in Xicheng, you haven't heard of it, right?"

The ministers looked at each other, all speechless. What Su Hou said was actually the question in their hearts, but no one dared to say it.

"What do you say, our great general?" Su Hou pointed the finger at Murong Jie, who was silent, again.

Murong Jie raised his head and looked at Ban'er.

After saying what he had to say, Ban'er was in a state of staying out of the way. Even if Murong Jie looked at him, he didn't bother to give any response.

Zheng Rin secretly left the palace, and the only one who knew the reason for this incident was Ban Er, and Murong Jie only received the news afterwards.

"Since it's a rumor, it's not enough to believe it, doesn't the prime minister believe the national teacher?" Murong Jie asked rhetorically.

"Don't dare," Su Hou bowed deeply to Ban'er, and turned to question Murong Jie, "Then may I ask General Murong, the defense force of the main city has been reduced by half, this is your arrangement, right?

"Prime Minister Su, you are wrong. Murong Jie looked at Su Hou squarely, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, "The defense force has never been small, and the lowly position has only made a part of the personnel transfer, and the half of the reduction is all from Prime Minister Su You know." ”

Murong Jie's words were absolutely absolute, and Su Hou couldn't take it. What is the concept of a prime minister who has nothing to do with the Ministry of War, but knows half of the defense personnel of the Ministry of War?

Ban'er heard Murong Jie's answer, and the corners of his thin lips lifted a shallow arc, as if mocking and impatient.

The atmosphere in the Yihe Hall was faintly tense. People who knew that Su Hou and Murong Jie had another layer of relationship were even more confused. Did you talk to your father-in-law like this?

They didn't know that the two of them were already polite above the court, and their private relationship was even more incompatible.

"Ahem," Su Hou changed the subject, "The funeral ceremony is not mentioned for the time being, another urgent matter should always be put on the agenda, right?"

"What?"

"The country can't be without a king for a day, and the prince doesn't come forward, who will deal with the state affairs that are piling up day by day?"

"Is it possible that the prime minister wants to deal with it personally?" the Ministry of Rites sneered.

"Naturally, the official didn't dare. Thinking about it, it seems that only one person can do it, and he doesn't tell the truth. The prime minister said firmly.

"Who?"

"Come, invite her into the temple. The prime minister clapped his hands.

It seems to have been premeditated. Murong Jie thought to himself.

As soon as the words fell, a group of palace maids surrounded a cardamom girl dressed in a plain linen filial piety dress and walked into the Yihe Palace.

"Princess Piantong?" Someone immediately recognized the girl's origin.

Princess Piantong was born to Emperor Ronghe and his favorite concubine Yan Guifei, and she was also the emperor's favorite daughter during his lifetime.

As soon as Zheng Piantong stepped into the main hall, he saw a pale young man half-lying on a soft chair with a lazy posture.

What a handsome boy!

The young man's unnatural beauty made Zheng Piantong directly and subconsciously ignore his identity.

"How is this possible?"

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it yet," Su Hou motioned for them to calm down, allowing him to explain, "We belong to both the civil and military factions, and the candidates recommended by either side will inevitably be rejected by the other side. And now it is different, Princess Piantong, as the younger sister of the crown prince, belongs to the royal blood, and there is no objection to her identity. As for ability, I am confident that with our help, there will be no slip of the question. What do you say?"

"My brother is unwell and it is inconvenient for me to come forward, and I, as my younger sister, should also express it. My father loved me the most during his lifetime, and I thought about it day and night, and felt that the strength I could contribute was too little, so I went to ask the prime minister to take me into the palace privately, and dared to ask for everyone's consent, so that I could temporarily take over the state affairs and share my brother's worries. Princess Piantong's tone was sincere, her expression was sincere, and when she said that she was moved, a line of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

In the face of her true feelings, the ministers were not as-for-tat as they were to Su Hou, and they couldn't say anything about their refusal, and they couldn't talk about it.

A subtle sneer crossed the corner of Su Hou's mouth.

"So, everyone agreed?" he asked, knowing that no one would object this time, but to make sure everyone was convinced.

"I disagree. A light, slightly hoarse male voice came from outside the hall.