Zhang Fu couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and stared at King Ning but couldn't speak for a while.

It is easy for people to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but they cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood.

With Qin Heng's dying physical state, it is impossible for him to write any edict with a royal pen, and this holy decree in King Ning's hand cannot be true. But over the years, Qin Heng has obviously preferred King Ning, and as for King An, he has not received due attention from the beginning.

It's a well-known thing, but no one says it. Now that there are many subordinates installed by King An in the court, King Ning's forces have been covered up by him, and it is difficult to compete with him.

King Ning looked at the ministers who were gradually quieting down below, and vaguely guessed what they were thinking, and he was a little funny in his heart. What is the use of those people in King An's hands? The civil officials, who controlled most of them, looked at the mighty momentum, but they were just tigers tied with straw paper, and they fell down as soon as the wind blew. Soldiers and horses, royal guards, can he Qin Sui reach these places?

Enough good words were enough, King Ning was not in the mood to discuss with them again, so he climbed the steps, just one step away from the golden dragon chair, he turned his head to look at the hundred officials, and said coldly: "You all already know the edict of the father, if there is no objection, today's court meeting will be over, and the Ministry of Rites will prepare for the enthronement ceremony."

As soon as the words fell, you could see that there was a commotion in the crowd, and the small discussions gradually became noisy, and the ministers in front of them opened their mouths, but they all hesitated, as if they wanted to speak and stopped.

King Ning smiled, and the coldness in his smile was obvious. He beckoned, and the guards waiting outside rushed in, each holding a spear, and surrounded the hundred officials.

"You have all seen the holy decree, and those who disobeyed the decree took advantage of the early placement of their wives and children, and entrusted others to buy a good coffin for themselves."

A small official in the crowd who couldn't remember his name glared angrily, pointed at King Ning on the seat and scolded, "What is the difference between King Ning's behavior and the original abolition of the crown prince!"

Immediately, one echoed after another, and these people hated to tear off the roof beams. The guards took a step closer with their spears, and the fears were silenced slightly, and the noise in the hall subsided a little.

Xue Ji watched the play for a long time, and finally walked forward a few steps with a smile at this moment, his eyes swept over everyone present. "King Ning has the holy decree of the first emperor, but the abolished prince does not."

There was another sneer from the crowd: "That abolished prince is the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty who His Majesty announced to the world that he was ordained, and he was ordered to supervise the country!" What does King Ning have? A testament that is difficult to distinguish between true and false?"

Not long after the words fell, before Xue Ji could respond, he added another sentence: "At the beginning, Chu Qiu rebelled against the abolished prince, and it was your Xue Qingzhi who proposed the car split, and now you have the audacity to do this thing, what kind of crime do you make up for yourself!"

Xue Ji's heart was shocked, he lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his eyes again for a moment, he couldn't see the slightest shake.

"The abolished prince is a rumor-mongering saint who died, and now the first emperor is lying in the coffin, don't you think it's ridiculous to compare the two things?"

Who still can't hear it? To make it clear, the first emperor is dead, even if King Ning seeks power and usurps the throne, what can you do?

It was when the two sides were at a stalemate that Yu Huan slowly spoke, and he couldn't hide the ridicule and disdain in his mouth: "King An's biological mother is just a palace maid, and the first emperor was disgusted in every way when he was alive, and you don't think that Your Majesty can belong to King An even if you have a little brain."

This is too damaging, who can bear to insult the son and the mother? King An raised his fist in anger and was about to smash him, if it wasn't for the officials next to him to stop him, I was afraid that the palace would really be in chaos.

Chen Yu borrowed his sleeve to block it and held King An's hand, and the temperature gradually calmed down. Then he looked up at Yu Huan again, and secretly said that this reckless man has not changed at all after so many years, and he doesn't know why he commands the Ministry of Rites like this.

"From this point of view, King Ning's biological mother, Qi's family, attempted to kill the first emperor, and was given by the first emperor, how can such an act be higher than that of King An's biological mother?"

Jiang Yan angrily reprimanded when he heard this: "Nonsense! Concubine Qi died suddenly of a sudden illness, so why should I say it!"

Chen Yu was not afraid, and laughed mockingly: "Do you believe this yourself?"

Jiang Yan's face did not change: "Why don't you believe it? If you can produce evidence, I will believe you."

Chen Yu wanted to say more, but King Ning was already tired of watching the farce and was impatient to wait.

"You have changed the gossip in the sky, and you have changed the result of today's court discussion, can you change your father's last wish if you turn the sky upside down?"

King Ning took a step and sat down on the dragon chair in the blink of an eye.

There were sighs all over the steps, and Baiguan stared at the person on the seat with round eyes, and couldn't believe that he was so bold. King An couldn't wait to crush his teeth, the fist clenched tightly in his sleeve refused to let go, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see the spear in the hand of the royal guard in front of him, is this a definite defeat? How can he bear this breath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you still have any doubts?"

Along with King Ning's words, there was also a blade in the hand of the Imperial Forest Guard, and everyone present already had a blade hanging from their necks, and this time, there was no sound.

Jiang Yan led a group of Ning Wang's subordinates to bow down and bow, and respected: "The ministers knock to see His Majesty the new emperor, long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

This scene seemed to have the overall situation decided, and the wind no longer had any effect, and the grass on the wall that was ingenious at both ends of the meeting gradually loosened, hesitated for a moment, and bowed down with the tide, as if it was not them who questioned the noise a moment ago.

King Ning gradually smiled, and his eyes moved to Rong Che, Chen Yu and the others in front. "Lord Rong, Master Pony?"

Chen Yu suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, gradually lowered his gaze, and said not a word, but knelt down like everyone else.

This kneeling seems to have stirred up another layer of ripples on the water surface that has gradually calmed down, Chen Yu is the most trusted person of King An, if even he surrenders, who else can reverse this situation?

Everyone's eyes couldn't stop Wang An from glancing, and they all wanted to see how the prince who had been fighting for decades would deal with it after he was defeated.

Under such circumstances, King Ning didn't intend to embarrass him, got up and waved his sleeves, opened his mouth and said, "Everyone, let's be even, the Ministry of Rites will first start the emperor's funeral, and then carry out the enthronement ceremony after the funeral." After a slight pause in his voice, King Ning's gaze sharpened a little, and he said, "The Soldiers and Horses Division listen to the order, and Chang'an City is still under martial law."

King An was always standing, and if you paid close attention, it was not difficult to find that his lips and teeth were constantly trembling, his forehead and chin were covered with cold sweat, and the stubbornness and firmness in his eyes were terrifying.

When everyone's whispers gradually dispersed, Chen Yu slowly approached and held King An's arm.

"Master."

King An glanced at him, and his heart was complicated.

"Ziliang ......"

Chen Yu looked at the royal forest guards who were still vigilant and refused to retreat, and then looked at the hall where there were no more people left, as if he had an epiphany, but this epiphany came too late.

What about so many protégés? There is no military power, but it is a vital military power.

King An's gaze fell on the high place, and the dragon chair taught him to haunt his dreams.

Chen Yu couldn't bear it, sighed, lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "The coming day is long, the coming day is long."

When the two walked out of the main hall, it was still drizzling outside, Chen Yu took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by the subordinates on the side, and neatly opened the umbrella to cover King An. "Master, we are in the military power."

King An chuckled, this one full of self-deprecation: "Do you see when did my father let me touch the military power? I didn't have a chance of winning from the start."

When Chen Yu heard this, he was speechless for a while. He saw that King An had worked hard for so many years, and King An deserved the most honorable throne in the world and deserved to look at this thousands of miles of rivers and mountains...... How could he let King An's wishful thinking come to naught? The first emperor's prejudice against King An is well known to everyone, but he, as well as King An's subordinates, are unwilling to accept it and refuse to bow their heads.

King An suddenly lowered his head, looking a little decadent, as if Fang Cai's stubborn figure had never appeared.

"Ziliang, after all these years, you have woven the most beautiful dream for this king, and today is time to wake up."

Chen Yu suddenly stopped, and King An was stunned after a few drops of rain, and looked back at the person behind him, his eyes puzzled.

Chen Yu sighed: "Why?"

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I was stunned, as if I didn't understand what he asked.

"Why can't you have the most beautiful scenery in the world? Why should King Taning be allowed to dream?"