Meng Yin didn't reply to Empress Shu's hospitality, he just stood in place like a stone statue. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Meng Yin secretly clenched his teeth, his eyes red. Of course, he didn't believe that his mother would do such a thing, and since he could remember, he had always known that the Threshold loved the emperor wholeheartedly, and it was impossible to kill the king. But Empress Shu suddenly mentioned the jade beauty, the Lan Guiren, and the little prince who was stillborn before he was born. This couldn't help but make Meng Yin's heart secretly empty.

Because these were indeed the vicious things that the Threshold did back then, after so many years, their mother and son never thought that one day they would be exposed.

"Feng Bottle! You wicked woman! Like a mad wild dog, he struggled with a hideous face. Her neatly combed bun and scattered slanted green strands looked like ghosts. The resentful eyes stared at Queen Shu, if her eyes could turn into a knife, she would definitely cut Queen Shu with a thousand knives!

Empress Shu put on a noble appearance of a victor, and looked at the corner of the Threshold Clan's mouth with a sneer. "What are you still doing? Do you still want to let the abolished Hou Threshold Clan let the ministers see jokes! She shouted to the palace people who did not dare to act rashly on the side, and they hurriedly pulled the Threshold to drag her down.

Suddenly, the Xuanzheng Hall was filled with the curses of the Threshold Clan, as well as the helpless consolations of the palace people. Empress Shu raised a smug smile and turned to look at the courtiers.

"I wonder if you have any objections to the edict?" Although he looked at everyone with a smile, the hidden sense of coercion still made everyone breathless.

"Congratulations...... Congratulations to the new emperor! I don't know who shouted first, and it echoed in the empty hall. Seeing this, the rest of the people couldn't refuse, so they had to kneel down at Meng Tao one after another, bowing their heads and shouting "Congratulations to the new emperor".

Queen Shu was full of satisfaction, but Meng Tao was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Empress Shu glanced at him with a little anger, worried that Meng Tao would ruin her future by saying something disrespectful, so she immediately waved her sleeves at everyone. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's go back first. The first emperor died, and both the palace and the new emperor were in great grief, and they still had to take care of everything. ”

She paused, facing the Prime Minister who was standing at the top. "Prime Minister Zhang, please stay, there are many matters that need to be discussed with you."

Seeing that Empress Shu and Meng Tao had retreated, there was nothing left to stay. He paced beside Murong Trai without saying a word, just silently observing Murong Trai's expression.

He frowned, his face solemn. The wind called out to him tentatively. "Uncle?"

"Oh, what's wrong?" Murong turned his face and looked at Yan Feng, his face full of suspicion.

"Uncle's expression, do you think there is ...... in this" Yan Feng didn't say anything after saying half of it, but just gave Murong Chui a look, and both of them understood.

Murong Chui nodded, but he didn't make his words clear, he just leaned in front of the wind and whispered. "No matter who becomes the emperor, we are all ministers and ministers, and the mission is to follow the emperor's instructions, and there should be no other ideas."

"I know, but looking at the situation, the palace will be unstable for a long time." Ranfeng still felt a little worried.

Murong Trai just smiled at him and gave him a reassuring look. "This was the case when the first emperor ascended the throne, and in the end, it wasn't your father's settled." He patted Wind's shoulder. "You can rest assured."

He didn't wait for the wind to speak, and then changed the subject. "It's ruining your good day. Won't that lady of yours be petty? ”

was reminded by Murong Chui, and then the wind remembered Lu Qingyi, who had left behind, and suddenly "chuckled" in his heart. Yes! I forgot about her! On a happy day, how could you be happy when you encounter such a thing. Yan Feng secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said goodbye to Murong Chui very apologetically.

"Uncle, my lady is still waiting for me at the house, so I won't delay much, and I'll go back." Murong Chui understood Yan Feng's state of mind very well, nodded at him slightly, and then watched him get on the horse and leave quickly. I couldn't help but sigh.

"This kid still has a little resemblance to his father."

The wind hurried all the way back to Ninghou Mansion from the palace, and a few small servants climbed on the ladder to take down the lantern at the gate. The emperor died, and these festive things could not be used. When he saw the deserted door, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.

This morning, the house was full of gongs and drums, and it could be heard clearly from three streets away, but now it was silent.

I didn't expect it to be like this on my wedding day. The wind thought with his head down, a helpless smile on his lips.

He shook his head, shook off all the strange thoughts in his mind, and immediately stepped into the gate quickly, and walked straight to the top of the high hall, but when he looked around, it was empty. If it weren't for the two candles burning above the high hall, which were only the size of fingernails, the wind would have thought that the wedding was just a mirage.

"Master Hou?" Cuiguo hurriedly walked by with something in her hand, just in time to collide with the wind. She tilted her head and looked at the wind suspiciously, not expecting him to come back so quickly.

When the wind saw Cuiguo, he hurriedly asked. "Where is Madame now?"

"Oh, she's sitting in the wedding room." Cuiguo opened her eyes and pointed in the direction of the happy house.

The wind didn't have time to say thanks, so he ran over. He panted and opened the door, and his panicked eyes immediately surveyed the room.

"Qingyi?" He struggled to calm his heaved chest. Yan Feng was afraid that Lu Qingyi would leave in anger, if so, how much of his sin should be.

He turned his head nervously and saw a woman wearing a wedding dress with a head cover on the edge of the carved wooden bed with the mandarin duck's back, and he didn't need to think much to know that it was Lu Qingyi. She leaned against the curtain of the bed, and as if she had waited too late, she fell asleep, letting out a faint breathing sound.

The wind tiptoed over to Lu Qingyi and half-squatted down. He shook Lu Qingyi's hand and read softly. "Qingyi, I'm back."

Lu Qingyi slept lightly, and when she heard someone's voice, she opened her eyes in a daze. The wind was still shaking her hand softly, calling softly. Seeing that the wind came back, Lu Qingyi's heart also settled down.