On the evening of November 18, Mo Yinxue passed away, and until his death, he was buried as a member of the royal family, and the whole country mourned.

The honor and favor are unlimited during life, and the honor is still added after death.

Soon after his death, everyone found the will left by Mo Yin in the imperial study, and named Mojiran, the king of Bai'an, as the next emperor.

And everyone knows that King Bai'an was demoted to the imperial tomb for the first emperor not long ago because of a big mistake, and this flip made many courtiers stunned.

But because of Wen You'an's suppression, Wu Youding opened the way, and the weak opposition was also eliminated.

A country cannot be without a king for a day, and a minister cannot overstep his authority.

The heavy snow fell, and the court was dismissed on the morning of the third day, and the courtiers were dressed in filial piety clothes, with sad faces, kneeling in front of the coffin of Moyin, because he had not left any blood in his life, and the people who guarded his soul were all the princes or Baylor who could be ranked by the royal family.

Three days later, the atmosphere of mourning in the palace is still there, but the court has resumed normal operation.

An Taifu still stood under the dragon chair as the emperor as many years ago, sitting on the auditor's chair that had been stained with a lot of dust.

The new emperor has not returned, and the court has obeyed the instructions of An Taifu no matter how big or small, but in the face of this situation, no one is dissatisfied, just because An Taifu's age is there, he is an important minister of the three dynasties, and he is a golden mouth.

And the An family has never had the heart of disobedience, because the courtiers are very relieved that Mrs. An is sitting in the auditors, and they will work together with them to contribute to the world's major affairs.

And no one knows, even if Mo Yin was buried by the emperor, but in his coffin, there is a stone slab engraved with the word sin.

His sins were not known to ordinary people, but he had to ask the entire Great Zhou royal family for his crimes.

Until the early dynasty dispersed, An Rusheng, who was wearing a plain dress, walked slowly out of the palace gate, and there were palace people holding brooms in the falling snow on the palace road, seeing him passing, the palace people would retreat and kneel on both sides.

The ministers next to him would smile and talk to him when they passed by, but during the state funeral, even if they still had a smile on their faces, it was only very faint and almost invisible.

The whole palace was dead and lifeless.

People can't help but sincerely look forward to the new emperor's accession to the throne, so that the palace will be completely new and no longer as lonely as death.

In order to suppress the voice of disobedience in the court, he is a military general, and he always pays attention to the movements in the army or the court.

If you are slightly dissatisfied, kill!

A little disrespectful, kill!

Kill with a different heart! Kill! Kill!

Such a violent and bloody way of dealing with it made the courtiers feel in danger, and they wished that they could hide themselves and not shake in front of the evil god.

In the prison, Mo Qiyu, the seventh prince who made a big mistake and forced the palace, was still inside, but he was treated like a prisoner.

But even so, a few days in prison were enough to make him embarrassed and tired.

Lord Ding was already waiting inside, and Taifu An also slowly walked into the cell where the Seventh Prince was held from the outside, and the cell head left the space for the three of him with great eyes, and retreated to the side with his head down.

The Seventh Prince's hairstyle was slightly messy, and it was blue and black at the moment, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief when he saw that the two busy people had finally arrived.

He reached out and stroked a strand of his long hair that had fallen off, and expertly stuck it behind his ear.

He took out the holy decree that was placed beside him and put it on the table in an orderly manner.

The bright yellow holy chamber seemed to have its own glow in the dimly lit cell.

The world doesn't know that after the first emperor left, he actually left a decree for the seventh prince alone, and no one knows what is written in the will.

The eyes of the seventh prince fell on the holy decree, and his expression was helpless: "This king doesn't know whether what my father left to this king is a glimmer of life or a dead end." ”

Whether he has a chance to live or not depends entirely on what is written in this holy decree.

"How can we guess the thoughts of the first emperor, whether the seventh prince is alive or dead, it is the mandate of heaven and cannot be disobeyed." King Ding snorted coldly, his sharp eyes swept over the face of the Seventh Prince, and then slowly withdrew his eyes, staring at the holy decree with the same respect.

Before the emperor left, although the most favored concubine was Lianji, among his several princes, only the seventh prince had the most sacred heart, but the seventh prince was never among the candidates to inherit the throne from beginning to end because of the bloodline.

Therefore, when this situation is mixed, no one can guess what the emperor will leave behind, maybe it is to kill it quickly, or it may be tolerant.

Although King Ding tried his best to be calm, there was still a deep doubt in his eyes, An Rusheng knew that seeing that they were all heavy-minded, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled: "Since you are so curious, then open it." ”

Of the three, only An Rusheng was the most qualified to probe the contents of the Divine Decree.

The bright yellow holy decree slowly opened to both sides, and An Rusheng's movements were very slow, very steady, and very careful.

The decree was opened, but what was written inside made the three of them fall into silence in unison.

The cell boss tried his best to shrink his sense of existence on the side, and subconsciously lowered his breathing, he heard a big secret, but he had to keep his mouth shut and not spit out a word.

Perhaps everything today will become a secret in a prison cell.

After a long time, Mo Qiyu finally reacted, he pulled his lips and smiled, but the smile was so reluctant: "This king doesn't know, it turns out that my father has such great expectations for this king." ”

A blank decree with the state seal and the private seal of the emperor on it.

The first emperor actually gave him a blank holy decree, so that he could ask for the Great Zhou, but this way even only had one effect.

No matter what he wants, even if it is a high throne, as long as he writes it down on the holy decree himself, he will do what he wants.

It's a pity that he didn't open this holy decree in advance, he didn't know what was written on it at all, and he was even worried about the existence of this holy decree, for fear that this was a life-urging talisman that would pull him into the abyss at any time.

A hint of clarity appeared in Taifu An's eyes, and his movements became more and more leisurely, and he only said: "What the emperor thinks, if it is not what we can predict." ”

The first emperor's feelings for the Seven Princes were extremely complicated during his lifetime, first he was pleased with his intelligence, and then he was worried about his bloodline, for fear that the succession of the Seven Princes would make Da Dan more and more unscrupulous.

But in the end, the emperor could not give up such a smart and wise son, and left him a life in a desperate situation.

Perhaps as early as that time, the former emperor knew that the Seventh Prince would not be willing to be ordinary, and would even launch mutations by unscrupulous means, so he left this holy decree in advance, either to save his life, or to make him justifiable.

He knew that the first emperor would be partial to the Seventh Prince, but he still couldn't imagine that his partiality was beyond the scope of an emperor's tolerance.

"Even if this king has had a deep friendship with the former emperor since he was a child, he still wants to say a big disrespectful word at this time, the first emperor's move is really too capricious, and the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty will ignore it!" King Ding didn't know how long he had been slandering in his heart, and his expression was very dissatisfied.

Blank Holy Decree, even if he didn't have the courage to think about it when he was young, but the first emperor quietly handed it over to the seventh prince, and this favor was never enjoyed even when the first prince was alive.

He had mixed feelings.

First, the emperor who assisted wholeheartedly was not the orthodox bloodline of the Great Zhou, and then the seven princes with mottled bloodlines actually got a blank will from the emperor.

An Taifu smiled slowly: "Since we have all understood the content of the will, we will send someone to send you back to Da Dan in good condition." ”

His meaning has been made clear, no matter what this blank decree represents, at this moment, he can only use it as a life-saving decree.

"That's very good." King Ding nodded, naturally no opinion.

He is a big old man and doesn't like the intrigue between the court and the middle, but obviously he also knows what the will represents at this moment, and it is already a happy situation to be able to deal with it like this, which does not violate the will of the first emperor, and can make the seventh prince lose the greatest means of saving his life from now on.

It couldn't have been more perfect.

As for the Seventh Prince, Mo Qiyu, it doesn't matter if he has an opinion or not.

If he wants to admit it, the will naturally exists, if he doesn't want to admit it, he can just detain him on the charge of stealing the holy decree, which is enough for him to never turn over.

Under the gaze of King Ding and Mo Qiyu, An Taifu took the blank holy decree to the candle flame and lightly clicked, and a secret decree turned into ashes in an instant.

Accidents that arose as a result of the will were rationalized, and no one except the people in the cell knew what the emperor had left behind.

This is An Rusheng, who is bold and never cares about the consequences, and he is confident that he can control all the smells of things in the palm of his hand.

In the same way, there is no room for any accidents.

Until An Taifu and Prince Ding left, Mo Qiyu was trapped in complex emotions and couldn't extricate himself.

In fact, even Taifu An's reaction, his father should have calculated.

Even if he knew in advance that this was a blank will, and wanted to use this will to make waves in the Great Zhou, as long as An Rusheng did not admit the existence of this will, he would have nothing to do.

Compared with an abandoned prince who was expelled from Beijing and rolled into the Great Dan with a complicated bloodline, everyone is more willing to believe in An Rusheng, who once won the trust of the previous emperor.

As early as when he didn't know, in the court, An Rusheng could already cover the sky with one hand.

He really didn't understand, why his father was so relieved to hand over the Jiangshan Sheji of the Great Zhou Dynasty to a person with a foreign surname, was it because Taifu An was too smart?

"Take good care of it, let people serve the Seventh Lord to freshen up." Before leaving, Mrs. An whispered to the cell leader.

The cell boss naturally nodded again and again, they didn't have the courage to treat the Seventh Prince badly in the prison, and if they got Taifu An at this time, I am afraid they would be even more afraid.