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This happened before the battle began, and it also made them unable to fight.

The autumn breeze blew up the dry leaves of the trees, which spun in circles in mid-air and then fell back to the ground, moving the tips of the leaves.

"Lord Wang, does it have to be like this?"

Qiao Jinyou stood by the lotus pond in King Jing's Mansion and looked at the man beside him.

"Hmm."

The man responded lightly, standing with his hands in his hands, his jet-black hair fluttering in the wind, and his stiff and indifferent lines were exposed to the air.

"But I don't like the palace, very much."

The woman said word by word, her voice was very soft and soft, and the autumn wind blew her words to a corner.

"Yoyo, in order to protect you, I can't help but do this."

He still obeyed Mo Lingtian's words and fought for the throne.

When he is gone, they will not be bullied.

“……”

I don't know what Qiao Jinyou said, that sentence was swept up by the autumn wind and blown into the sky, and then disappeared without a trace.

And this sentence hit Mo Yuxiao's heart like a wave, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

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The next morning, there was a turmoil in the court, and it swept through the court like a tornado.

This is also the most sensational early dynasty in history, and it is also the last.

Although Mo Lingtian was sick, he said yesterday that he would make the last early pilgrimage in his lifetime.

However, the left and right did not see Mo Lingtian's arrival, and the officials and ministers in the court began to whisper, all talking about what happened to the emperor.

In the court, Mo Yuxiao and Yan Shengyi were standing in front of the right, without any expression, and there was no doubt as to why Mo Lingtian was late.

Mo Qingye stood on the other side, pursing his lips, thinking.

At this time, Chang Gonggong, who was beside Mo Lingtian, came out, and he was still holding a bright yellow thing in his hand.

The officials were very interested in what Chang Gonggong was holding in his hands.

They were speculating that this must be a decree about the throne, right?

"The Divine Decree has arrived—"

Chang Gonggong's sharp voice reverberated in the court.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

The ministers knelt down one after another, but only Mo Yuxiao was left standing alone, and he was undoubtedly outstanding standing in this hall dressed in white.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: I will soon die in the immortals, the person on the throne has been selected, Jing Wang Ye is smart and brave, often in leading troops to guard the border passes, and has made all kinds of great achievements, he is really the best candidate for the throne, the throne will be passed to Jing Wang Ye, supported by General Yan, Lord Shang Shu and others to ascend the throne, Qin this-!"

Sure enough, as the ministers thought, none of them were surprised.

"Minister......

"Wait!"

Just as Mo Yuxiao was about to accept the order, such a pleasant voice came from the other half of the court.

The ministers looked over and saw Mo Qingye raise his hand and look at Mo Yuxiao indifferently.

"Lord Kang, what are you doing?"

Grandpa Chang had already expected that someone would come out to organize, but there was still curiosity on his face.

Mo Qingye smiled coldly, but his next sentence set off a big wave:

"He doesn't deserve the throne."

"Lord Kang, why did you say this?"

"Prince Jing has contributed to our country, and even defended our country from aggression, why can't he get the throne?"

"Yes, Lord Kang, you have to give us a reasonable explanation."

Mo Qingye didn't panic, looking at his expression seemed to be confident, he spoke slowly, and every word and sentence clearly fell into everyone's ears, and also made waves among them.