"Come on, put these two crazy women in prison for me," Bei Anhuang was furious, and slapped the table next to him as if it was about to fall apart, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, these two crazy women will be beheaded by me." ”

A team of guards rushed in, two of them stepped forward to set up the fainting Mama Xi on the ground, and two more came over and pulled Ling Shuirong's hands.

"Bei'an Huang, do you dare? I'm the princess of Inan! Ling Shuirong glared at her, screaming while resisting, "Zhaohua, I am your mother, you are my daughter!" She couldn't help but twist her body, and was dragged by the guards and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"First concubine, you have no way to discipline the mother concubine, so you have been thinking about it behind closed doors with Zhaohua in Xianyang Palace these days!" Bei Anhuang squinted at the frost condensation and said angrily.

"Sister First Concubine, what are you still doing in a daze, bring Zhaohua back!" Lan Miyun exclaimed in surprise and said to the frost condensation qin who was stunned in place.

Shuang Ningqin clutched the handkerchief in her hand and lowered her head, now, it is wise to protect yourself. She stepped forward to pull up Zhaohua, who was in a trance, and slowly withdrew with low eyebrows.

Ling Shuirong's roaring voice became farther and farther away, Lan Miyun listened, stepped forward and said to Bei Anhuang: "Your Majesty, after all, this Ling Shuirong is the princess sent by Yinan to kiss her, and it is indeed unreasonable for you to marry her to a bachelor back then. Her lips twitched, and her eyes fluttered, "If she is beheaded again, the harmony between the two countries will inevitably be destroyed, and Yinan will definitely not give up." ”

As she spoke, she couldn't help but give the angry Bei Anhuang a breath, and she spoke softly, but Bei Anhuang listened.

Lan Miyun looked at him in deep thought, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became stronger. Now is not the time to add fuel to the fire, after all, this judge is from their side, besides, this kind of thing that confuses the blood of the royal family is a royal shame after all, and Bei Anhuang is afraid that he doesn't want to make a noise.

The abacus in her heart crackled, and she looked at Bei Anhuang's somewhat relaxed face and whispered in his ear: "It's good to lock up that Ling Shuirong for a few days first, and let her suffer a little." On the judge side, you might as well sue him directly, and he can't say anything. ”

The corners of Bei Anhuang's eyes twitched, listening carefully to Lan Miyun's words, and he couldn't help rubbing the jade wrench between his fingers.

Lan Miyun said something again, and after a while, the chief eunuch Duo Manchu stepped into Fengxia Palace, he hugged the dust in his arms, bowed his head and whispered: "Your Majesty, the palace university scholar Feng Yi is already waiting outside the Xuande Palace." ”

Bei Anhuang agreed, and moved out of the hall, Lan Miyun followed closely, and when he left, he also sharply settled down and people were not allowed to say half a word today.

Xian Fengyi knelt in the center of the hall, he was a little frightened, and he didn't know what was going on. He only knew that an hour ago, his wife Ling Shuirong was summoned into the palace by the queen's mother, and he had just entered the mansion, and he was also notified by a small public to enter the palace to face the saint.

"Do you know what happened to your wife?" Bei Anhuang asked him with a heavy face.

Shen Fengyi, who was kneeling on the ground, looked strange, "I don't know."

"Smack", a tea cup broke in front of him at the moment, "Do you know that she dared to buy the palace people to exchange for my emperor." Bei'an Huang was furious, and threw a teacup down.

Shen Fengyi was a little stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly kowtowed and said: "The emperor forgives the sin, the minister doesn't know, the emperor forgives the sin." ”

In this kind of scene, Lan Miyun hurriedly stepped forward to appease Bei'an Huang, and then told Xuan Fengyi, who was unaware, of everything that happened in Fengxia Palace just now.

"Your Majesty, the minister really doesn't know, the minister, and I can't accept it!"

Of course, Bei Anhuang knew that he couldn't accept it, and when he first heard about it, he was also shocked, and now his lungs were about to explode.

"Lord Judge, the matter has come to this point, you can only blame your wife Ling Shuirong!" Bei Anhuang sat angrily, and only Lan Miyun's voice was loud in the center of the hall.

"The royal flesh and blood can't be left outside, if the blood drops to recognize the relatives and judge Yuqian is indeed the royal bloodline, he must recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors. As for your daughter's judgment Miaozhi, the emperor will naturally not treat her badly, and there is no need to choose the princess candidate this time, it is her! ”

The sweat on Shen Fengyi's forehead was like rain, what happened in this short half an hour made his head chaotic, his son was not his, and his daughter became a princess, should he be indignant or happy?

Bei Anhuang on the seat half-covered his eyes and looked at Shen Fengyi who was kneeling on the ground, only to see that the face of the person on the ground was cloudy, and joy, anger and sorrow appeared on his face in a rolling manner in just a stick of incense.

Lan Miyun saw that Shen Fengyi was silent, and said again, "Lord Ju, no matter what, she personally admitted that Mrs. Ling lost the prince, this is a big crime to kill the head and destroy the nine clans." ”

She said with a hint of understatement. Shen Fengyi glared at Lan Miyun angrily, and then turned his head to look at Bei Anhuang with an angry face, his hands in his sleeves clenched into fists, and he was so stalemate, suddenly, and powerlessly to let go.

"Minister, obey the order." Can he not agree? If you don't agree, I'm afraid that the bachelor's mansion won't exist tomorrow! For just a moment, his powerless head and drooping shoulders looked so wolf-like.

Bei Anhuang looked at his courtiers kneeling there, and there were some other meanings in his eyes.

"In a few days, I will issue an order, and Miss Miaozhi of the Bachelor's Mansion will be named Princess Jiahe." His eyebrows furrowed, as if he were humming through his nose.

"Although Ling Shuirong, the lady of the Bachelor's Mansion, contradicted the emperor, she thought that she was losing her heart and had a crazy attack, and her sin was forgivable. Shen Aiqing, when you go back, ask Mrs. Ling to ask a doctor to take a good look! ”

After Bei Anhuang finished speaking, Shen Fengyi, who was kneeling on the ground, was still stunned, and Lan Miyun mentioned on the side, "Lord Juan, don't thank you soon." ”

The man on the ground knocked his head lower, "Minister, thank you, Lord Longen." ”

Then, he got up, dragged his steps weakly, staggered for a moment, stood firm again, and staggered out of the Xuande Palace.

Bei Anhuang watched as Shen Fengyi disappeared at the door with a complicated expression, then turned around and said happily to Lan Miyun: "Concubine Ai, thank you for your hard work." He patted her hand a few times in appreciation.

Shen Fengyi staggered down the high white jade steps, the slanting sunlight shining above his head. He suddenly paused, turned his head slowly, and looked at the towering palace, where there was a look of defeat in his eyes.

"It's coming, it's coming."

His dark eyes were full of anger, and the rainstorm drowned out the qiē in front of him, his huge fists clenched tightly, and then he hooked a weird smile, and stood in place and laughed for a long time before leaving.

Xuande Palace, Lan Miyun retreated, Bei Anhuang looked a little uneasy at this time, he paced back and forth in the room, and turned the jade wrench between his fingers faster.

"Someone, how full." He yelled.

Duoman outside the door bowed his head, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?" ”

"Go, send me a message, tonight, I want to see him."

Duo Mande ordered, turned around and was just about to go out and was called back.

"Don't let him come, come, write a letter for me and give it to him."

The white paper was ink-colored, and only a small rustling sound could be heard in the hall.