"With this sword, it is like the Xuanjia Battalion now has 67,988 soldiers, each soldier is carrying an unknown number of foreign lives, dare to ask your lords, I don't know if we can afford a single character."

The crows are silent, and all are silent.

When the incense stick burned to the end, the spark jumped lightly and poured the last piece into the ashes of the incense burner.

Song Yuchen raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "Since you have acquiesced, then, as a part of the people in your mouth, the Xuanjia Battalion thinks that the canonization ceremony is urgent, I don't know what other questions you have?" ”

Seeing that the blade of the sword almost pierced into his pupils, he was already frightened into a cold sweat that couldn't be shaken, but he was still grinding his teeth.

"Your Highness, the heroes of the Xuanjia Battalion are invincible, and they are really a rare and precious weapon in our dynasty, even so, they do not represent the opinions of the people of the world, and the people's hearts are ......."

"Your Excellency."

Song Yuchen gently raised his eyebrows and eyes into his sideburns, and looked at him coldly.

The man immediately stopped talking, and the ghost envoy did not continue to speak, and a layer of fine sweat oozed from the back of his neck inexplicably.

The lion, lazily sleeping in the grass, finally opened its eyes a little slowly.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised the corners of his lips leisurely, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly on the face wrapped in cold iron armor.

The last of his patience ran out, and he sank into the cold ground with his voice.

"Since the adults can't see it like this, then I'll tell the adults."

After a pause, he was slightly straightened, and then said,

"As long as I am there for a day, I will not let the hearts of the people fall down."

"Because I am the hearts of the people."

"What I think is what the people think, and what I want is what the people want."

In the cold voice of the young general, there was the lonely coldness of the desert, and in an instant, an unstoppable wind suddenly rose from the flat ground, and it came majestically and covered his face.

The court suddenly quieted down, a little quieter than Saibei at night.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shocked the scholars who smelled the aroma of books in the Hanlin Academy opposite, and waited for this moment, his ankle leaned quickly, and the cold iron sparked.

Then he knelt down coldly, and the movement of his twisted and bent legs was as fast as flowing water, too plain and easy, and too chic and calm.

He knelt in a palace barely heaped with stone bricks and rubble, and raised his chin to look at his brother's smiling face hidden behind the twelve yus above the golden hall.

"Minister Song Yuchen, today he led the soldiers of the Xuanjia Battalion to swear here."

"There are no two hearts, disloyal to the two masters, and no two kings."

"May my country be stable and prosperous, long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

Behind the young crown prince, a row of Xuanjia soldiers knelt down, and the cold iron suddenly hit the floor neatly, like thunder.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

The aftermath lingers and endures.

So the matter was settled, and no one dared to take half a step in Lei Chi.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stabbed the floor of the main hall with a long sword, completely splitting the already divided court into two.

At the end of the long sword, it is a general and a young man in armor.

On the other side of the long sword, there is a gossip that is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

Even after a long time, Mr. Zhang would sometimes recall it over and over again.

On the Jinluan Palace, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was holding a much heavier armor than himself, but he was able to straighten his back, kneel without moving, and kneel with a majestic apparatus.

In those years, the turmoil was turbulent, and the army was chaotic, and it was never peaceful, but at that moment, he looked at the moment when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Majesty the New Emperor looked at each other, and he felt that the pillar above this hall that could stand up to the sky and the earth was still there.

It seems that even if the sky falls, that person can hold it all up, pick up the beam, and then clean up the fragmented splendid mountains and rivers again, and gather them into a new cluster of fire.

Later, the canonization ceremony came as scheduled, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also took this opportunity to transfer a large amount of money from the household department and renovated the entire palace inside and out.

From carved beams and paintings to rockeries and stones, His Royal Highness the Prince's meticulousness and thoughtfulness made the craftsmen who followed him sweat every day, for fear that if he was not careful, he would surprise this powerful man who could never be offended.

Now the floor with the crack stabbed by a long sword is long gone, and the black lazuli bricks are firmly knit and bite into each other.

When the white horse passed, Lord Zhang couldn't help but sigh with emotion, he could still see such people in his limited decades of life.

It's just that it's the same place now, the same scene, but the person called the "pillar" has changed, why does it look so unpleasant.

Master Zhang frowned, silently withdrew his eyes, and then said in his heart, fortunately, he has nothing to report today, and he can leave as soon as the morning is over, and the province will continue to endure the filth here.

It hurt his eyes, almost a little embarrassed.

When the few people finally finished making noise, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals finished shouting, and the finale finally moved forward slowly.

Even though he didn't say a word just now, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this Hou Ye would never plan to leave without saying a word in the court today.

Despite this, no one knows what kind of seven-trick exquisite heart is hidden under An Dinghou's calm face - of course, judging from the origin of his current recovery, it should not make too many waves.

Such a great god who invited to come and couldn't send away put a pestle on the main hall, and he usually didn't feel anything, but now that His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan was not there, the scene was like a loss of balance, and there was a sense of disobedience that could not be said.

As soon as the last adult's basket of nonsense fell to the ground, Andinghou's eyelids, which had been drooping absentmindedly, finally lifted slowly.

When the little chamberlain saw it, he was about to shout, but the word "An" was stuck in his throat and didn't have time to say, and a goose-yellow figure suddenly flashed on the side, and when he looked at it, there was a little palace maid who stumbled against the wall and ran over.

The big men in the Jinluan Palace looked at each other all day long, and there were always a few faces back and forth, but now a palace maid suddenly broke in, and for a while, it was like a drop of water falling into the boiling oil pot.

Although the ministers didn't say anything on their faces, they almost all had a question mark in their hearts.

Song Yuxun tilted his head slightly, recognized the little palace maid's face, and his warm and peaceful eyebrows suddenly wrinkled!