With a loud "pop", the table case of the golden silk nanmu was connected with the priceless four treasures of the study on it, and all of them were swept to the ground by the owner without mercy, and they were broken into a pile of useless garbage.

"Damn, why did he demote his mother concubine, after so many years of companionship, he didn't have any affection at all!"

The person sent by Nalan Mingxiu told Duan Jinrong to be calm, calm, patient, and respectful and filial to Duan Muheng more than ever, but unfortunately, since Nalan Mingxiu fell from the imperial concubine to the concubine, Duan Jinrong, who was driven crazy by everyone's strange eyes or his own resentment, can no longer regain the appearance of a virtuous king before.

Duan Jinrong hated Duan Muheng for not giving him face so much, Duan Jinrui's whereabouts are obviously unknown, the country cannot be without a monarch for a day, and the prince is naturally indispensable, whether it is identity, qualifications, talents, or fame, he asks himself to be the leader compared to those brothers.

And now, Duan Muheng's attitude clearly told him that he had not considered putting him in the position of the prince justifiably.

Duan Jinrong didn't dare to question Duan Muheng, he didn't dare, he knew that what he did at that time must have left a beginning and an end, and he didn't care how much the emperor's people could find out now, he expected the emperor's henchmen to temporarily fall outside the capital, because he had decided to use another way to make the people of the world re-respect him, bow to his feet, become a king and defeat him, as long as he succeeded in forcing the palace, he would be the writer of the history books.

Thinking like this, Duan Jinrong's eyes narrowed, and he swept his head down: "Seeing that my father was bewitched by traitors, as courtiers, what we have to do is to repay the emperor's favor and clear the monarch's side!" “

Three words on the side of Qingjun, one word at a time, the words are deafening, and the sound is soul-stirring.

The many strategists led by Mu Wuxuan, as well as the officials in key positions who have been secretly contacted in the past few days, their hands hung down at their sides, they were silent, and they looked silent and incomprehensible. No one wants to be the first person to respond to Duan Jinrong, and he has to support him now.

With a sneer in his heart, Duan Jinrong's eyes swept over them one by one: "This king has no way to wait any longer!" “

This is already a clear notice, there is no trace of anything to cover the feelings, Duan Jinrong's meaning is very clear and clear, everyone can only swear allegiance, either live and fight, or, now they can't get out of this door!

The cold and invisible killing machine wandered around the study room, some of them wore thinner clothes, and even their bodies trembled.

"The lower official swears allegiance to the prince!"

Not everyone can withstand the pressure, and an official standing in the back of the center shouted in a trembling voice, breaking the unbearable silence.

There are one and two, as long as there is a leader, others naturally can't hold on, and they don't know whether to admire the one who took the initiative to stand up, or sympathize with the other party's foolish behavior.

With a smile on his face, as if the person who was embarrassed and didn't dare to speak was not them, everyone spoke with a longing for the future, Duan Jinrong stared at his subordinates in the eyes, and the ruthlessness decreased slightly, and he was more satisfied, since his subordinates were interested, he naturally couldn't treat them badly, and slightly revealed some promises that he would be rewarded in the future, and the looks on the faces of the people in the room were more respectful, and even one had the audacity to say thank you on the spot. Duan Jinrong smiled, and it was his bewildering gentle smile, and then, with his hand stretched out, Mu Wucheng stepped forward respectfully, and handed Duan Jinrong a scroll of the length of his forearm, everyone was puzzled, but no one dared to ask.

The scroll unfolded, the snow-white plain face, reflecting the light of the candle flame, but it seemed to be transparent and pure with white jade, with a quick response, a smart brain, and the more they lost most of their blood color in the brush, the more they lowered their heads, not daring to let Duan Jinrong, who was the head, see the slightest reluctance, leaving the green mountains here, not afraid of no firewood, it was a mistake to come here today, and if you want to correct it, but it is very difficult.

"Everyone, since everyone has the heart to help this king, this king should also accept everyone to live up, in order to prevent this king from forgetting in the future, it is better to leave a comment as proof!"

Duan Jinrong threw the plain scroll on the table that was lifted up, and sharpened the ink himself, his hand strength was round and natural, the fragrance of the ink lingered at the end of his nose, but it was a good ink, the pen on the table was picked up, dipped in thick ink, and the three words of the pen and the dragon and snake, Mu Wuguilt, were ranked at the very beginning.

Everyone was gone, Duan Jinrong's fingertips rubbed the ink that had not dried up, laughing, and finally couldn't control his emotions anymore, as if the throne was already within reach.

Duan Jinrong is quite complacent, but what if Duan Muheng doesn't want him to be on top? The expectations of the people, the trend of the times, the position of the lord of the world, who else is there!

Mu Wuxian's footsteps paused, and his sensitive ear power made him vaguely hear the familiar laughter in the study.

The corners of his lips were full of smiles, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and he waved the folding fan lightly, just after a pause, he continued to take steps.

Duan Jinrong, you are happy too early, you must know that the praying mantis catches cicadas, the yellow finch is behind, and the people in the future are not so easy to control, to say that the people present really want to follow Duan Jinrong to do things to force the palace to rebel, it is pure nonsense, even he is not optimistic about his master.

Duan Jinrong maintained his frustrated and helpless appearance, but his movements secretly accelerated, Liu Hanlian had a lot of poison in his hands, he used to think it was very useful, but it was just a small way, and now, thinking about it from a different angle, it is the key to victory.

The wind is cold and the night is cold, the huge dormitory is obviously covered with earth dragons, decorated with pearls, still giving people such a lonely feeling, the delicate three-legged incense burner slowly overflows with wisps of faint fragrance, Duan Muheng has been in a bad mood these days, because of Duan Jinrui's nowhere to be found, because of Duan Jinrong's restlessness, because of the faint dark tide in the court, he is already old, and he can no longer easily pick up the longbow and shoot beasts like when he was young, and he is no longer the monarch of the great dynasty who is admired and feared by the surrounding small countries, He now looked at the recital, and at night, no matter how many lights he lit, it was clearer than day, and he still felt dizzy and could not see clearly.

In this way, a little change that he can only understand makes him start to panic more and more, he is starting to get old, and Nalan Mingxiu, who is very much like the queen, her existence, from the previous stand-in, has become an eye-catching thing now, and he is no longer worthy of those beautiful beauties who are still delicate and gorgeous, isn't he?

All kinds of negative emotions, in just a few days, all hit Duan Muheng's mind and heart, and it was very difficult to suppress it again.