The fourteenth year of Zhaoyu, winter.

It is the cold winter wax moon, the streets and alleys are full of lights, and the people are happily preparing for the New Year.

However, the solemn atmosphere of the Anguo Mansion today is incompatible with it.

Outside the Thousand Crane Pavilion, the forbidden army was surrounded by an iron wall, and the families of the Guogong Mansion were all hiding in small buildings, strictly guarded by guards with knives.

For a time, the saber rattled and everyone was in danger.

In the warm pavilion, Liu Zhong, the great eunuch who was kneeling in front of the couch, stood up on his knees.

He looked at the emperor who had already driven west on the couch, and his whole person was unsteady.

Looking at the majestic remains, the last words of Emperor Fang Cai's anger seemed to sound in his ears.

"I ...... Time is running out...... Now the throne will be passed on to the eldest son of the emperor...... Qin Ling ......"

At that time, the prime minister had not finished writing the holy decree by hand, and the emperor was already angry.

The hand that raised the air fell violently, and after forty years of reign, he finally let go of the country.

The two of them were sincerely afraid to bow down to the emperor, heartbroken.

However, at this moment, Liu Zhong has returned to his previous calm.

He looked at Prime Minister Shen Junli, who was still crying in front of him, thought about it in his heart, and helped him up.

"My lord, Your Majesty died on the way to the south, there are only you and I by your side, at this moment, the emperor's order is in your body, you must not slack off, you should cheer up and live up to Your Majesty's trust!"

Shen Junli's face was full of tears, and he wiped his tears with his sleeves, "What my father-in-law said is true." ”

After that, he held back his tears, picked up the pen and was about to finish adding the holy decree.

However, at this moment, Liu Zhong held his wrist and his gaze fell behind the word "Qin Ling".

"Prime Minister Shen, don't write the wrong word 'Xiao'."

Looking at the gloomy aura in Liu Zhongmei's eyes, how could Shen Junli, who had been up and down in the Huan Sea for many years, not know?

His scalp was numb.

Liu Zhong slowly shook Shen Junli: "Shen is quite knowledgeable and the current affairs are Junjie, the thirteenth prince is from the queen, and the bloodline is noble, but the current emperor's eldest son has no mother's family to protect him. Although the daughter of Shen Xiang has been married to the eldest son of the emperor, if you want to be the ruler of the country, then you have to pass the queen's mother's pass. ”

Shen Junli was stunned.

Shen Xiang is not an impulsive and reckless person, at the moment he has two paths in front of him, which makes him quite hesitant.

Is it to take the risk to side with his daughter and the eldest son of the emperor, or to defect to the queen?

At this moment, a tall horse stopped in front of the Guogong Mansion, and a young man with handsome eyebrows and starry eyes turned down, and the black feather drew a sharp arc in the cold wind, rolling up a field of snow chips.

With an air conditioner, he went straight into the warm pavilion, and no one stopped him during the process.

Shen Xiang, who heard the sound in the house, looked up, and the door was pushed open in time, and a long figure stood in the backlight.

The great eunuch Liu Zhong reacted immediately and saluted: "See His Highness the Thirteenth." ”

Qin Lingxiao's eyebrows were enveloped in a cloud of yin owl aura, and his gaze swept over the trembling prime minister on the floor, Shen Junli.

He stepped forward and personally helped Shen Junli up.

"As soon as I heard that my father was sick, I hurried from Beijing to the capital, but I didn't think about it...... However, fortunately, my father has Shen Xiang by his side. ”

Those dark eyes seemed to have a touch of happiness, and even the words were respectful, but behind Prime Minister Shen was a chill.

He felt the ruthlessness that came from the disguise, the death of those who rebelled against me.

Shen Xiang's palms were in a cold sweat, staring at Qin Lingxiao's unfathomable eyes, and the balance in his heart shifted again.