Chapter Seventy-Seven: Enthronement

"What's wrong with you being a prince? Eat, drink, play, shop, buy and buy every day, no matter how many people ask for this kind of life, you can't ask for it! How tired it is to be an emperor, you have to worry about this and that thing every day, the right seems to be big, but the use of the place is actually very limited, you think the power you have every day to stay in the palace is greater than the right you have to be a prince? You are one person below ten thousand people! You don't have to go to Beijing, you don't have to meet him, you're the king of one side, aren't you? As an emperor, you have to work hard every day for your good life, and you can't deal with endless things, there is no freedom! You haven't thought about why your father didn't give you the throne, because he loves you! He wants you to be happy and carefree every day, have you thought about it? ”

Although she didn't know the reason for their throne at that time, it was not good for her to be the emperor.

And the best way to be bloodless is to influence, as the saying goes, only love can influence everything! She thought it would be the best idea to talk nonsense.

After hearing her words, Bei Xunlin was like being shocked, and the whole person became shaky!

It's because I love you...... Be happy and carefree......

These two sentences linger in my ears like Sanskrit sounds!

"Impossible! No way...... It couldn't be ......."

Bei Xunlin grabbed his scattered hair and shook his head to himself, two tears sliding down his cheeks......

I'll go! Right in the middle?

Isn't that crazy?

The hedge blinked at his big innocent eyes as if he were crazy.

She only said a few words, did she really cause such a big psychological blow to this uncle...... A feeling of guilt rose in the heart of the hedge that was not a taste.

Since ancient times, the struggle for the throne has been cruel, but as a person in the 21st century, there is still some sadness in the face of these, more regret and sighing.

Beixun Junting didn't know when he had come to her side, looking at her quietly, looking at King Lin.

The deep light in his eyes was more of an inquiry, an exploration of the flower hedge standing here as Beixun at this time.

Beixun Junting walked up to Beixunlin, who was already crazy, and shouted coldly:

"My father's corpse is not cold, and the emperor's uncle is too sad to do such an unwise thing, so you wait for King Lin's personal soldiers to vote, unload your armor and return to the field! Those who don't vote will be corrected on the spot! ”

In the bloody battle, King Lin's personal soldiers were all defeated when they saw King Lin's appearance at this time, and some even threw away their weapons, with a look of regret, and they were all subdued in a while.

The secret guards led by Mo Yun and the forbidden soldiers led by Han Dan knelt in front of the Beixun Junting and a group of hundreds of officials......

Beixun Palaceβ€”β€”

Today's auspicious day is the enthronement ceremony, and it has been two days since Hua Lili took Ling Er to the palace together.

"Am I not wearing this?" The flower hedge said aggrievedly.

"No, the emperor's enthronement ceremony, the princess must wear court clothes, the emperor told the princess to wear them, not to wear men's clothes, don't lose the face of the Beixun royal family." Mo Yun is like an emotionless machine mouthpiece.

Since Ling Er knew her identity, she was also familiar with the rules of the palace, and she also nodded at her and signaled that she must wear it!

"No matter how you look at this headdress, it weighs eight pounds, how to wear it, this ......" Hua Fence sighed while picking up her clothes to change, this is not the life of her cervical spine!

"Dress up for the princess." With a wave of his hand, Mo Yun brushed into several palace maids outside the door, and followed the flower hedge into the inner hall.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Hua Hedges looked at himself vaguely in the mirror without love, and even if he screamed before dawn, he had to wear such a broken crown as the princess, was this his accession to the throne or his own enthronement......