Watching the mighty soldiers walk in front of him, the person who seems to be the protagonist gradually appears. Because in the center of the team, the golden sedan chair that carried eight people was sitting, and sitting on it was a young man in a yellow robe with a dragon pattern soaring.

The young man is handsome and chic, with his hands on his front knees, sitting upright and mighty, and he does look a little domineering. The sedan car was closely followed by Meng Yuan and Yi'er, and Yi'er walked in front of Meng Yuan, her eyes were cold and her expression was arrogant. Although he just walked with him, he was also a majestic instrument, following the sedan chair of the Buddha, and the momentum was not lost to the Buddha.

However, Meng Yuan was still so dissolute and uninhibited, following all the way, looking like a very retinue.

"Hey, who is that young man, it looks like he's either rich or expensive." The crowd began to talk secretly, after all, there were only two kinds of people who could wear dragon robes, one was the emperor, and the other was the drama. However, the dragon robe worn by the drama cannot be the same as that worn by the emperor, and the dragon pattern on the body is always one less dragon claw, and it is not as lifelike as the real dragon emperor.

But looking at this aura, it doesn't look like a drama can be taken out. After all, so many people and so many exquisite, if it weren't for some extraordinary identities, how could this be done. Could it be that he is a prince? But I haven't heard of any prince born to the emperor.

The woman who asked the question looked at Sufu several times, but never understood what was going on. The shopkeeper selling buns beside her secretly pulled the woman's sleeve, put his right index finger to his mouth, and whispered, "Shh, Mrs. Jin, you can be quiet." This is the great prince of the dynasty. It is said that when Zi Xiguo was still alive, he was sent to be a proton. Later, he escaped death, and this is the current situation. It was estimated that the old emperor was dying, so he urgently recruited his son to return to the palace. ”

"No, no, the shopkeeper Tong only knows one and doesn't know the other." A forty-year-old man dressed as a scholar at a steamed bun stall for breakfast reinterpreted this qiē.

"Have you heard the latest gossip? The emperor has died, the queen mother is fake, and the real prince has appeared. These were originally imaginary, but when I saw this scene today, it must be more or less true. The scholar was eating buns with one hand and shaking a folding fan with the other, and his mouth was still unwilling to say a few words.

Saying this attracted the attention of more curious people, and the shopkeeper took the initiative to take out a drawer of xiaolongbao and brought it to the scholar, and invited him to eat with a smile, and then wanted to hear more.

"Haha, Mr. Liu is a storyteller in the end, he knows more news than us. Then tell me how the emperor died? I hadn't heard of any serious illness from the emperor before, and we heard the news of the emperor's assuming power a few months ago. How can it be ...... in the blink of an eye"

Mr. Liu, a storyteller, couldn't help but smile when he saw the shopkeeper's curiosity, feeling that business had come to the door, and his figure was raised high. deliberately shook the folding fan to decorate the scholar's breath, and then took a few steamed buns to eat, and then slowly opened his mouth "......"

The line went farther and farther, and no matter how long the line was, the soldiers finally disappeared from the streets of the capital, and the scattered crowds on the streets began to merge involuntarily into one.

The team went directly into the palace, and in the palace, the leader of the Praetorian Guard had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Su Fu coming, he immediately opened the door to greet him, and went up to salute in person, and said that the emperor was not His Royal Highness.

"Greetings to the Holy Driver, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

The leader of the Praetorian Guard is a man of interest, and these three shouts are majestic and sound comfortable. But Yi'er didn't think so, pouting, always feeling that he was a sycophant. But Su Fu liked it, got off the sedan chair, and went up to support him in person.

"Let's be even, it's also thanks to the general that I can have today. Dare to ask what this general is called? ”

Saying this, the leader of the Praetorian Guard was also happy, so many days of hard work were not in vain, "Oh, the minister's surname is Cheng." ”

"General Cheng, please get up quickly, you have made great contributions to me, and I should really thank you. Get up. Su Fu once again supported General Cheng, and then did not take a sedan chair himself, but pulled General Cheng and walked side by side with him until the main hall.

Along the way, the Praetorian Guards, palace maids, and eunuchs of the entire palace saluted and shouted three times Long live, and the sound continued to echo until the main hall. But on the main hall, it was empty, and there were no hundred officials kneeling down, and there was no trace of any hundred officials.

Su Fu glanced inside the main hall and did not go in, but stood on the steps outside the main hall and looked out. General Cheng was a little embarrassed, thinking that he was reluctant to go in if the officials did not come.

"Your Majesty, I'm really sorry, Wechen has done his best." General Cheng was full of guilt, and immediately came up and knelt on the ground to plead guilty.

Su Fu glanced at this General Cheng, but he was a loyal and clear person with grievances, but he really couldn't be blamed for this matter, so he went up again to help, "Get up, General Cheng really can't blame you for this matter." You are just a commander of the Praetorian Guard, and you can't control the affairs of the hundred officials, so whether they come or not is all out of their sincerity, this qiē has nothing to do with you, and you have done a good job. ”

Then he raised his head again, looked ahead, put his hands behind his back, and said with emotion, "But it's useless to keep such a group of ministers who don't obey me." It was decreed that in an hour I would hold an enthronement ceremony. If you come, the officials will continue as usual, and if you don't come, you will get out! I don't believe it, the king of a country can't find a courtier. ”

"Yes, the minister will do it immediately!" General Cheng immediately went to preach the word of the Buddha.

"Is it necessary to be in such a hurry for an hour?" Yi'er stepped forward and looked at Su Fu.

Su Fu also looked at Yi'er with one eye, and her tone was exactly the same as hers, "There are many dreams in the night, aren't you the most anxious about this matter, and you want me to ascend the throne as much as possible?" How did you change your mind at this juncture? Or do you not care if I am the king of a country or not, as long as you can continue to be the king of a country in the future? ”

Su Fu said a word, Yi'er lowered his head and didn't speak, Meng Yuan pouted, he joined halfway, of course, I don't know what kind of deal there was between Su Fu and Yi'er, but listening to these words, I can't help but put a question mark on the four words of childhood sweetheart.

Since Yi'er didn't speak, Su Fu didn't bother to talk about it, turned around and prepared to go to the main hall, now Yi'er was in a hurry, what did he mean by not speaking, wouldn't he be planning to play tricks, this is not good.

"What do you mean by not talking, when will the things promised me be done!" Yi'er chased after him and asked in a hurry.

Only then did Su Fu stop, turned his head sideways, glanced at Yi'er with his peripheral vision, and then turned around and continued to walk in the direction of the dragon chair in the main hall, and a lazy voice came from behind him, "Don't worry, I won't lie to you about what I promised you." As long as the enthronement ceremony is completed, you can start your post-enthronement ceremony! (To be continued.) )