But he can still withstand these pressures. Duanmu Mirror's eyes were cold, just like when he was sitting on the dragon chair to make decisions about the world, the momentum revealed from his body made the entire Jinluan Hall a little cold.

"Jun Yueyan is not only the son of the king of Zhongshan, he is also the bloodline of the Duanmu family, and he is the best candidate to inherit the throne now." He finished the sentence unhurriedly. The whole hall was stunned for a moment, and then it was like a frying pan, and everyone was shocked, unable to believe what he said.

"What do you mean?" Prime Minister Gu Cheng is an old minister of the two dynasties, and asked in a trembling voice.

Duanmu Jing's loud voice said: "I don't say much about this matter, but Jun Yueyan is indeed Gu's grandson, if you don't believe it, Gu will have a blood confession with him." He"

In ancient times, blood recognition was still a more credible method.

For the past, which involves Junlan Feng, Duanmu Mirror doesn't want to say much. He knew very well how much Jun Lanfeng didn't want to mention this, so he hurriedly brought it over.

As long as Jun Yueyan is his own grandson.

His words caused ripples after waves.

Everyone finally set their sights on Duanmuqi on the high seat.

What are they worried about? Although it is said that the establishment of a prince is very important, it is actually just a royal family matter. The emperor hasn't said anything yet, so they will wait and see if they are there.

When Duanmu Qi saw this scene, his eyes glanced slightly, and fell on Duanmu Liang who was standing in the corner of the hall. The latter was silent, but when he heard Duanmu Jing come out to speak, his face turned pale, and his body shook slightly, as if he was about to lose his feet.

He sighed lightly, couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and said, "Yes, Jun Yueyan is the grandson of the Emperor Taishang and my nephew. ”

The emperor's admission undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and everyone made an "uproar".

Duanmu Liang's hand holding the coiling dragon pillar suddenly clenched, his eyes widened and he looked at Duanmu Qi, his body rushed out before reason, and shouted: "Father! ”

How could my father admit this? He is the son raised by his father under his knees, and this throne should be given to him!

"Jun Yueyan is the bloodline of the Duanmu family, but he is the son of the Fengyun King, and he will inherit Fengyun Island in the future, how can he be the prince of Tianye?" Duanmu Liang said eagerly.

What he said made a lot of sense, and it hit everyone's heart.

"Yes! He will be the king of Fengyun Island in the future! Someone immediately chimed in.

"Yes, the King of Zhongshan has long been a native of Fengyun Island, and we have nothing to do with them every night, right?"

In the midst of all the opinions, a pleasant laugh suddenly sounded.

The bead curtain was opened, and a pale blue figure stepped in with his head held high, his black hair tied up with a jade crown, and his face was smiling openly and confidently.

Jun Yueyan came in with brisk steps and said loudly: "Fengyun Island is a selection of talents, not necessarily the ascension of this son. But what is important every day and night is about blood. Since the succession of the first emperor, there is no bloodline that is not noble, how can it be confused in the hands of my generation? ”

Everyone never thought that Jun Yueyan would also be in the inner room, and when they saw him come out, their eyes were dyed with an incredible look.

"I'm not talented, it's the purest bloodline of the Duanmu family." Jun Yueyan did not shy away from talking about her identity at all.

This ...... "Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, without saying a word, I set my eyes on Duanmuqi."

Duanmuqi looked at Duanmu Liang, whose face was ugly, and was about to say something, and a hurried voice came from far and near: "Report, Saint, letter from Fengyun Island!" ”

Jun Yueyan was silent on the surface, but her heart jumped suddenly.

He didn't get the consent of his parents to run for the crown prince every night, could it be that they wrote to talk about it??

Duanmuqi ordered the eunuch to open the letter and read it out in public. The letter was written by Jun Lanfeng himself, and the letter truthfully stated his relationship with the Emperor Taishang, confirming the bloodline of his son and the Duanmu family.

Jun Yueyan's heart warmed after hearing this.

He hid it from his father, but in his heart he also knew that his father's hands and eyes were up to the sky, and it was impossible not to know. And he revealed his father's greatest privacy, and his father not only did not blame him, but also wrote a letter to support him. A deep sense of guilt grew from the bottom of my heart......

In the silent hall, there was another inappropriate laughter: "Who said that my Duanmu family has no descendants?" ”

After the sound of the moon was blown in by the wind, everyone's eyes lit up, and they saw a young man with a long figure shaking a folding fan and entering the main hall from the main entrance. He was born extremely good-looking, his black hair was flying, his face was like jade, his willows were like eyebrows, and his lips were like Tu Dan.

This time, most people were rubbing their eyes, thinking they were wrong.

The man walked with a dragon and a phoenix, majestic and colorful, it was none other than Duanmuli.

Everyone forgot for a moment that Duanmu was now the owner of Storm Heart Island, and they all shouted: "Leave the prince!" ”

Duanmuqi also instinctively stood up and exclaimed in surprise: "Second brother." ”

A second brother contains the meaning of how many changes in the world.

"Hmm." Duanmu Li nodded casually, his eyes fell on Jun Yueyan, he smiled, and said, "Yan Yan, my uncle is here to give you the town!" Who said you weren't from my Duanmu family? Who said you weren't qualified to inherit the mountains and rivers? ”

Duanmuli's appearance and his categorical and resounding answer made Jun Yueyan's heart warm again.

Many ministers had strange expressions.

At this time, another eunuch rushed in, holding a piece of kraft letterhead in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, the border is eight hundred miles faster!"