Bei Zongmo sat on the dragon chair, and on his right side sat Weng Guifei, wearing a golden robe embroidered with a phoenix with wings ready to fly, and the skirt dragged on the jade brick, noble and luxurious, her makeup was exquisite, she wore a nine-phoenix sunrise hairpin in her hair, and her eyelashes were adorned with thin diamonds, but no matter how much she concealed it, she couldn't cover the blue under her eyes, and she didn't sleep all night at a glance.

Weng can be favored, in addition to the fact that her father is the big Sima who holds one-third of the military power, but also because she has a boy and a girl.

The second prince Bei Qingzheng and the second princess Bei Yunxue were both born by her, and they were dragon and phoenix fetuses. Although Northern Qingzheng is only seventeen years old, he is already a spiritual person, and his Xuan Li is the double heaven that breaks through the white flame realm and the triple heaven of the water cloud mirror.

So over time, many ministers formed a party with him.

Beiyun Xue is petite and lovely, a pair of water eyes always contain mist, lovely, although it is a concubine, but has been named the princess of Yong'an by Beizongmo, since ancient times, only the princess from the main palace can have the title of Yong'an.

At this moment, she was kneeling in front of Bei Zongmo, and the pear blossom cried like rain: "Father, Sister Ying is only fifteen years old this year, not to mention her wrist, she was cut her throat, it is really worse than death, and her life has been ruined......"

Bei Qingyan was too lazy to listen to her crying, so he couldn't help but pluck his ears with his little thumb, and "brushed" the warm jade fan given by his uncle.

"Father, the fifth brother has a violent personality and bullies his subordinates on weekdays, but this time he did too much, not to mention hurting Sister Ying, and even burned Fengxuan Tower. In fact, in the final analysis, it's my fault for being a sister, I didn't teach him well on weekdays......" Bei Yunxue's tone was delicate and lovely, and her weak eyes were even more pitiful.

Crying like this, Bei Zongmo's anger burned a little more, and then he looked at the rebel with an indifferent face in the main hall, and his anger had reached his throat.

He took a deep breath and asked Ying Yu'er, who was wiping her tears, "What the hell is going on!" You tell me what happened that day, if it is really the prince's fault, I will make the decision for you! ”

When Ying Yu'er heard this, she knelt on the ground and sobbed at Beizong Mo on the dragon throne: "The courtiers want to prove their innocence in the main hall today, and they will also expose the prince's crimes!" ”

Her throat had been cut, so she was as hoarse as broken copper, and it was terrible to hear.

Bei Qingyan didn't panic at all, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, bent down and said to her, "Okay!" This prince is waiting for you! White Lotus began to show her acting skills, and she had to "listen to her"!

When the officials saw that the prince had come to this, they had no regrets and shook their heads again and again.

"Your Majesty!" Ying Yu'er lowered her head and continued to wipe her tears, but a cold light flashed in her eyes: "That day, the prince asked his courtiers to go to Fengxuan Tower to drink tea and eat, and when he was halfway through eating, he suddenly felt unwell, so he ordered his courtiers to send him to the second floor to rest. The courtier wanted to call someone, so he broke the courtier's wrist and cut the courtier's throat......"

"What? He even wanted to do something beastly! Bei Zongmo was suddenly in a rolling rage, his facial features twitched spasmodically, and his long sleeves waved at Bei Qingyan violently.

Bei Qingyan was so flexible that he turned around, took a few steps back, and at the same time "brushed" to open the fan, blocking the wave shock of the internal force.

The strength of this blow was fierce, and the ministers didn't expect His Majesty to really attack, let alone that this waste prince could easily dodge.

"Yan'er, the concubine just thought you were impulsive, but kind-hearted. Maybe I had an argument with Miss Ying that hurt her, but I didn't expect ......"

Concubine Weng's voice paused slightly, her eyes contained tears, and her tone was painful: "I didn't expect you to have evil thoughts!" Poor Yu'er is only fifteen years old, and he treats you as his own brother on weekdays, how can you be ruthless! ”