Murong Yuan was furious, the teacup fragments all over the ground, the tea water flowed down the steps, and the table next to him was kicked to the ground by him.

He closed his eyes and gasped for breath, Su Qingyan dared to approach him, holding a handkerchief and trying to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he suddenly strangled his wrist hard.

She was a little frightened by the fierce hostility in his eyes, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he grabbed it tightly, and the corners of her mouth pulled up a reluctant smile.

"Your Highness doesn't have to be angry with this kind of person, then Murong Mocheng is just a degraded prince, the emperor is not optimistic about him at all, and it is impossible to win your ......"

Murong Yuan's face did not improve because of her words, but became more and more gloomy and embarrassed: "If the emperor really remembers that I am his son, he should pass the throne to me directly, and I don't have to bother!" ”

Su Qingyan's eyes flashed across the panic, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately changed his words: "The throne will be yours sooner or later, Murong Mocheng won't live long, and he can't afford to make any big waves." ”

There was bitterness in his heart, the emperor didn't mean to give him the throne now, so he colluded with Murong Mocheng.

"What do you know? If I don't get the army, I won't have a chance of winning the throne. Murong Yuan secretly clenched his palms.

"I don't understand, but success is in people, and people in the world often only see the results, and when you sit on the throne, no one will remember what you did in the past......"

Su Qingyan whispered comfort in his ear, her gentle tone made him gradually relax, and the haze on his face eased slightly.

Seeing that he didn't interrupt herself, she cautiously comforted: "Now let him be proud for a while, and when His Highness sits on the throne, he is not at your disposal, I think His Highness will definitely win." ”

Murong Yuan promised to marry her, as long as he ascended the throne, her status would also rise, and when she became the queen, who would dare to look down on her status as a concubine!

He also thought so in his heart, even if he wanted to tear his face with Rong Mocheng, he would have to wait until later.

In the palace, the emperor's body is not as good as day by day, and his physical condition has not been as good as before in recent years, and only those close to him know it.

One night, the emperor finally passed out in the imperial study, and the red pen in his hand fell under the desk, and the first thing he found was the concubine who had always been favored.

"Just hand over the decoction to me and take it in, and the news of the emperor's illness must be blocked from the outside world, so as not to cause panic in the city, and those who leak the news will be secretly executed." The concubine took the decoction from the maid's hand and said to the eunuch who was guarding.

The eunuch was dedicated to serving the emperor, and he acquiesced to her behavior, and after the concubine entered, the palace door was closed again.

The emperor opened his eyes slightly, moved his lips weakly, and only saw the concubine standing in front of the couch, and the vague consciousness in his mind gradually cleared up.

"Your Majesty, this medicine is prescribed by the Imperial Doctor, you may feel better if you drink it." The concubine helped him up and fed him medicine one by one.

The emperor seemed to understand her words, biting his lip at first and refusing to open his mouth, and then he cooperated to drink the medicine, and the wheezing sound was heavy.

"I've taken care of you for the past few days, and I have seen it in my eyes, and I didn't treat you like that before I did."

"The emperor doesn't have to say such things to his concubines, now that your body is not as good as before, it's time to think about the succession." The concubine wiped the corners of his mouth and soothed him gently.

If this was said by someone else, it might be regarded as a rebellion, but the emperor looked at the concubine in front of him and suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Then you say, to whom should I pass it on?"

"Naturally, it has to be passed on to Ming Jun in order to keep the country, and it is very suitable for the concubine to see Murong Xuan." The concubine's eyes opened openly.

"I know your character, and I won't say anything against your will." The emperor was silent for a long time, as if moved by her words, "Let people bring pen and paper." ”

The concubine asked people to bring paper and pencils, and the emperor propped up his body and wrote the edict of succession in front of her.

The matter of the edict of succession soon spread in the palace, and many people privately discussed that it was the imperial concubine who provoked the emperor to write the edict, but no one dared to say it in person.

This matter spread more and more, and the news that Murong Xuan was about to become the next generation of princes also came out, and many officials and merchants came to visit under various names, but they were all avoided by Murong Xuan.

"Now that the situation between the DPRK and China has become obvious, the number of people supporting the Seven Princes has increased, and we will prepare some gifts to come to the door another day......"

"I underestimated this Seventh Prince before, but he can get such glory at the age of half a year, and he will definitely make a difference in the future!"

The surrounding officials whispered, and Murong Yuan listened to it, and his eyes swept over, and the two officials didn't dare to say anything immediately, and hurriedly left with their heads down.

Although these people are afraid of him on the surface, they are also afraid of the identity of the third prince, once Murong Xuan successfully ascends the throne, his identity will not be convincing, and Rong Mocheng's current status may be his fate in the future.

Murong Yuan clenched his palms with hatred, his dark eyes were turbulent, and strong jealousy was wantonly breeding in his heart, he would never allow such a thing to happen!

As soon as he returned to the house, he asked Rong Mocheng to come over again, this time he didn't even bother to cover up, Murong Mocheng appeared an hour late, and he didn't have the heart to care, his mind was full of thoughts about the edict of succession.

"Brother Sanhuang is looking for me, do you want to ask about the army again?" Murong Mocheng met his gaze, and there was sarcasm in his tone.

At this time, where did Murong Yuan dare to offend him, he honestly called Uncle Huang, and then couldn't wait to ask about his intentions.

"Now it is rumored in the palace that the seventh prince is the prince set by his father, and he even has the edict of succession, we can't let him succeed, otherwise we will really have no way to live by then."

Murong Mocheng listened to him lightly, his face was not half different, and after a long time, he laughed and asked, "Then what?" What do you think we should do? ”

Murong Yuan stood up straight and snorted coldly: "If he doesn't have the edict of succession, then he will not be able to succeed to the throne smoothly, so we just need to let people destroy the edict of succession, and everything will be solved." ”

"Oh, stupid!" Murong Mocheng's face became embarrassed, and he pointed at him and scolded, "Do you think this will be possible?" In addition to the concubines in the palace, there are many people who have seen the edict, do you think it is so easy to destroy, how many heads do you have? ”

Moreover, even if the edict of succession is destroyed, it will not shake the current status of the Seven Princes, but will expose themselves.

This idiot has repeatedly come to him for useless things, and he doesn't kick people out of the way now, but he still needs a puppet to stand in front of him.

"I just need you an answer, can I do it?" Murong Yuan was scolded by him like this, his mind was not much clearer, and he stubbornly thought that he was unwilling to help.

"You have to do it yourself, if you really do it, then the cooperation between us will end here, with a brain like yours, it is not for nothing that the emperor does not give you the throne." Murong Mocheng lowered his gaze and stopped looking at him, and let his subordinates push him out.

"You think you can threaten me? You are just a prince left and right......" Murong Yuan angrily chased out and scolded, but Murong Mocheng didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

He returned to the hall, his head propped on his hands, and pondered, was he really wrong?

But the edict of succession is a thorn in his heart, as long as he thinks about it, he is pierced uncomfortably, and he does not allow anything that threatens him to exist.

Murong Yuan didn't do it behind Murong Mocheng's back, firstly, he did not have so many manpower for the time being, and secondly, it took time and energy to prepare.

There are many guards in the palace, and if you can't succeed once, the chance of attacking again is very slim.

The next day, when Murong Yuan was worrying about this matter, Murong Mocheng took the initiative to find him, and he hurriedly got up and went over, wanting to ask him if there was a good way.

"Didn't you always want the right to dispose of the army?" Murong Mocheng took out a token and threw it to him, "Now the opportunity for you has arrived." ”

"Yes." Murong Yuan nodded, "But the top priority is the edict ......"

"You don't have to worry about the edict, as long as you are wrong according to what I said, the Seven Princes will not even have a chance to touch the throne, I will help you achieve your wish."

Murong Yuan's face was overjoyed by this, and his voice suddenly became excited: "What way?" Tell me quickly, I will live up to my trust! ”

"That's good," Murong Mocheng coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, and an unknown smile appeared in his eyes, "If the emperor is not critically ill, he will not be in a hurry to set up a prince, you will force the palace to rebel now, once you succeed, the entire palace is up to you." ”

He was just about to agree, but then he felt that something was wrong, today should be the day when Gu Rin's army returned to Beijing...... He suddenly felt that the token was a little heavy.

"Brother Huang, wouldn't it be good to force the palace at this time?" Murong Yuan tested his meaning, and his attitude was similar to that of Fang Cai.