After a quiet moment, there was still an uproar among the ministers.

"Your Majesty, this is even more unacceptable. Wang Cen stepped forward and assumed the posture of an old minister of the previous dynasty, with a sad look on his face.

Long Xiang frowned, he had just taken over the court, and he was already facing an unstable situation, which was so general that it was even more of a headache.

The phoenix crown on the eight-year-old girl's head made the sound of gold ornaments colliding with each other.

She turned her head and looked lightly at the courtiers who were talking behind her and Wang Cen who was standing in front, and still didn't speak, but the beautiful woman holding her opened her mouth: "What does Mr. Wang mean that the first emperor married a witch envoy as his wife that caused the catastrophe of peace?"

It was just a short sentence, but it slammed heavily on Wang Cen's heart. The rebellion of the past, now only in my heart knows what was going on, where I played a role.

Wang Cen was speechless and retreated into the courtiers' queue. At this retreat, no one among the Wang courtiers was willing to say anything, and the other courtiers no longer spoke.

Father-in-law Yanzi looked at the eight-year-old girl and nodded. Now I finally know why the first emperor mobilized all the power of the shuttle, just to find the last bloodline of the Yan family.

Long Xiang took advantage of the fact that no one spoke, and said: "Since the ministers have no opinions, the choice of the emperor and queen has been decided." Long Xiang didn't know why he was so anxious to say this, but he felt that as soon as he said this, he would feel a lot more relieved.

Seeing that the courtiers below did not have any voice, the eyes of the father-in-law of Yanzi swept away, and he announced: "The emperor and queen have decided, and the twelve girls present will enter the harem together and be named Concubine Bin." Within five years, if there is no emperor's favor, you can leave the palace and remarry. “

As soon as Yanzi's father-in-law's voice fell, Long Xiang took the lead in standing up, and almost at the same time, all the ministers were blessed and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the emperor." “

And this voice, in the Taiping Palace, echoed for a long time.

This was the first time that Long Xiang had ascended the throne! This shout of this voice indicated that he would become the emperor of peace. Long Xiang sighed secretly, thinking that if it weren't for the fact that his father only had one son, otherwise, he wouldn't want to take on such a heavy responsibility.

However, my father has a lot of concubines, so why is there only one heir?

In the Tai'an Palace, Long Xiang sat on the dragon chair, looked up at the gorgeous and colorful murals above his head, this mural, every time he changed an emperor, he had to brush down again, and today's murals could not be seen to have a history of hundreds of years.

Long Xiang sighed, lowered his head, and said to Father-in-law Yanzi in front of him: "Father-in-law Yanzi, what do you think, the identity of that eight-year-old witch envoy. “

"Does the emperor think that the identity of the witch envoy is mysterious?" said Yanzi's father-in-law with a smile, waved his hand hobbly, withdrew the little eunuch, and personally changed the warm tea for the emperor. said: "Don't say that it is the emperor, but I am afraid that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty will be suspicious, this witch envoy came suddenly, although there is a token of the emperor." “

"Father-in-law Yanzi also suspects? Father and Emperor mobilized all the shuttles back then, and it should not be wrong to find them. Long Xiang touched the jade wrench on his thumb and thought to himself.

"Well, the minions don't know. Father-in-law Yanzi stretched out his hand, and the two little eunuchs beside him lowered their heads and supported themselves. He said: "However, isn't this good? Traditionally, the election of the emperor and queen has been a change of power, and the Yan witch envoys will elect the emperor and queen who are most conducive to the Taiping according to the mandate of heaven, so as to balance the balance of power in the Taiping." If you want to maintain balance, it is not a simple matter for the emperor, and if you take the first emperor as an example, isn't it impossible to achieve, causing Wang Ge Lao and Wang Yi to force the palace?"

"This matter, the widow, has also heard of it, and it is also recorded in the Taiping history books. It is said that the father and the emperor made preparations in advance, so that they were able to keep the peace and security. Long Xiang said.

"It's not so much about preparing in advance, it's about being prepared and waiting for them to take the bait. Father-in-law Yanzi said: "The first emperor was the most reluctant to be controlled by power, and even more rejected the so-called balance of power, so he did so many things. The biggest difference between the first emperor and the Taiping Emperors of previous dynasties is that as long as he wants to, he dares to do it. “

"So, my father invited this descendant of the Yan family, and I hope that the widow can also control his own power, rather than being controlled by others?" Long Xiang seemed to understand his father's intentions. So, this emperor and queen, maybe it's all a strategy?

"Maybe, maybe not. All this depends on the emperor, your decision!" Father-in-law Yanzi looked at Long Xiang, who had not spoken, and then said: "Your Majesty, the old slave is not too young to wait for you. I just hope to see the emperor's wedding, and the old slave will retire and retire to the mountains. Yanzi's father-in-law said with a smile.

"Father-in-law Yanzi, thank you for your hard work. “

"It's not hard, the old slave is very pleased to watch the emperor grow up. Emperor, if there is nothing to do, the old slave thinks that he can go and see the future emperor and queen of the emperor. Father-in-law Yanzi nodded and said.

"Just listen to the advice of Yanzi's father-in-law and set up a temple in the sky. Long Xiang slowly straightened up and said lightly.

This may be the first time Long Xiang has been to the Temple of Worship. The three words of the Heavenly Temple only exist in Long Xiang's memory. In that year, the first emperor used the Zhuge army to repel Wang Ge Lao, who colluded with Xixuan, and defeated the Taiping soldiers. executed the officials of the Wang clan who were related to the old Wang Ge, abolished the emperor and queen of the year, and re-crowned the witch envoy of the year. It's just that the witch envoy sacrificed heroically in order to save the peace. is this act of sacrificing oneself for the country, even if the old ministers have a pimple in their hearts, no one opposes it. Since then, Taiping has lived for twenty or thirty years, and there are no witches, only the rule of the emperor. In the past twenty or thirty years, the rights of Taiping can be said to be reshuffled.

Now, why did the first emperor suddenly issue a holy decree to himself and welcome back the Yan clan's witch envoy again? Let the situation that was finally broken return to the past? Whether this eight-year-old girl is a descendant of the Yan clan or not, these questions are all unclear in Long Xiang's mind.

Presumably, this is also a question that the ministers are thinking about and wondering about.

If you want to regain power, Long Xiang has just ascended the throne, which is undoubtedly the best time.

"Your Majesty, there is the Temple of Heaven in front of you. The little eunuch beside him said to the emperor on the chariot with some hesitation. After all, there was a rule after the first emperor that the chariot could not be approached near the temple of worship.

"Hmm. Long Xiang stretched out his hand and signaled that he wanted to come down, this behavior made the little eunuch let go of his face, and there was no previous embarrassment.

"Yes. Helping Long Xiang down, Long Xiang lifted her jaw, and raised her eyes to look at the palace that seemed to be closest to heaven in the Taiping Palace, and the sky above her seemed to be deeper than the color of any other place. The clouds were unpredictable above her head, and Long Xiang had a slight distraction, is this the destiny of heaven? What is the destiny of heaven?

Long Xiang retracted his gaze, raised his feet, and walked over firmly, towards the Heavenly Worship Hall.

As soon as he approached the Temple of Worship, he heard a faint singing voice next to the Temple of Heaven.

Long Xiang stretched out his hand, and the little eunuch behind him lowered his head and stopped. Long Xiang walked slowly towards the song.

It's early spring, and there's still a faint trail of snow on the ground. The snow slowly melts, and a little bit of cold breath melts into the spring air.

Long Xiang walked towards the side of the Heavenly Temple, regardless of the slight moisture on the shoes on his feet, he slowly walked to the position where his father and emperor saw Yan Xiang, and then stopped.

Not far ahead, there is a stone table. On the top of the table, there sat a girl, who wore a half-mask, her small nose was stained with crystal water, her ruddy little mouth was closed one by one, and her little head and bare little feet moved one after the other, one left and one right. Her deep eyes looked up at the sky forty-five degrees, and the clouds in the sky never stopped.

"The Yan family has a daughter, but she can be ghostly。。。。。。 “

The shallow singing should be the same as the light sleep of spring, faint, as if to melt into the cold and gentle breath, little by little into your skin.

Long Xiang didn't know why, he stopped again at a loss, and once again looked at the eight-year-old girl blankly, but not like an eight-year-old girl.

Over and over again, when Long Xiang almost thought that he was about to wake up and fall asleep, the girl suddenly stopped her voice, turned her head, and looked at herself.

She turned her head, not all of them, but looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, her head tilted back, and her deep eyes met her. So, I began to get lost.

"What do you want?" said the girl, looking at herself, coldly. These words seemed to be as cold to the heart as the unmelted snow on the ground.