"Emperor, it's not appropriate for the crown prince to be vacant all the time, so it's better to establish a prince as soon as possible." Mo Yuan flipped through the folds and sat down on the dragon chair.

After establishing the prince, as soon as the emperor dies, he can succeed to the throne logically.

The emperor also took this into account, and his face was very ugly, where is this prince, it is clearly his own talisman!

"Yuan'er, the matter of the prince will be discussed in the future, you are my favorite child, and this position will only be given to you."

"If it's only for me, why delay?" Mo Yuan sneered, took out a pill from his body, and put it on the table: "Emperor, it's time for you to take medicine." ”

At the beginning, he bought his subordinates and poisoned the emperor's meal, but now he has torn his face, and the emperor has a poison in his body and can only let himself handle it, why should he continue to disguise?

Mo Yuan picked up the pill and turned around to stuff it into the emperor's mouth.

"Yuan'er!" The emperor was shocked and tried his best to dodge, but his strength was no match for the young and strong Mo Yuan, and he was soon blocked in the corner.

Looking at the pill that was close at hand, the emperor had no choice but to take a step back and pleaded: "I, I promise you, and I will establish a prince when I go to court tomorrow." ”

"Emperor Shengming, this medicine is good for your body, you remember to take it." Mo Yuan received a satisfactory answer, no longer pressing, and casually threw the pill on the table.

The emperor looked at his back, very jealous, until he left the imperial study, then grabbed the pill, threw it on the ground, raised his foot and crushed it hard.

"Mo Yuan, I really hurt you in vain!"

Among so many sons, he spoils the prince alone, and even treats this grandson very well, but in the end, this grandson is the one who wants his life the most!

knew that after the death of the crown prince, he should have driven Mo Yuan to the fiefdom.

The next day, in front of the courtiers, the emperor reluctantly announced Mo Yuan as the prince.

"Your Majesty, Weichen thinks this is inappropriate!" Shang Shu was the first to jump out to object, and his face was so anxious that his face turned red: "The emperor should establish a prince from his son, how can there be a reason to set up a grandson?" ”

The crown prince died young, and he had the name of the prince, but he did not ascend the throne, and the emperor and grandson naturally had no inheritance rights.

When this was said to the emperor's heart, he was very excited when he heard it, and he wished that all the courtiers would stand up against it, so that the matter could be naturally delayed.

He looked at the crowd: "I don't know what other Aiqing thinks?" ”

For a while, the court quarreled into a pot of porridge, and a few emotional ones almost fought.

"The emperor's grandson is still young, and the matter of the prince is related to the country, how can he be so casual? It's not appropriate. ”

"According to the old minister, the third prince is gentle and elegant, and he is the most suitable for the position of the prince."

"The fifth prince is born from the queen's mother, and he is the eldest son, and he has been low and not long since ancient times."

"Hmph, what is the eldest son, the grandson of the emperor or the eldest son of the crown prince, in terms of identity, who can compare to him?"

The Emperor sat on the dragon chair, and never felt that these noises were so pleasant.

"Stop arguing, everybody." Mo Yuan suddenly stood up to stop everyone: "The prince's matter is all based on the emperor's will, as a courtier, he should only be obedient to the emperor, emperor, don't you say?" ”

He looked at the emperor, his eyes were full of warnings, and he even made a lip shape and pill at the emperor.

"Yuan'er!" The emperor was stunned for a moment, and then shouted out, breaking out in a cold sweat.

This is a naked threat, if you don't establish a prince today, I'm afraid that you will really die in Huangquan.

Compared with the dragon chair, the emperor chose the former very unproductively, he looked at everyone, and made up his mind: "I have made up my mind, you don't need to say much, although Yuan'er is still young, he is smart and clever, and he is the eldest son of the prince, and it is reasonable to give him the position of the prince, and it is reasonable to give him the position of the prince, and it is an auspicious day in three days, and I will officially appoint him as the prince." ”

After saying this, the courtiers looked at each other, especially Shang Shu, who almost stared out his eyes, he looked at the three princes, and couldn't understand how he could think about it, how could the throne fall on the head of the emperor and grandson?

He only has two daughters in total, one was met by bandits on the way to the south, and his life and death are uncertain, and the other is the third prince, where did he conjure up the third one to curry favor with the emperor and grandson?

"Your Majesty, please think twice!" The more Shang Shu thought about it, the more anxious he became, he couldn't care so much, and knelt down and kowtowed desperately: "This is unreasonable!" ”

"Lord Shangshu, you seem to have a lot of opinions about His Highness." Mo Yuan turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of coldness.

Dare to go against himself, he wants to find death!

Shang Shu originally wanted to say something, until he saw the coldness in Mo Yuan's eyes, he instantly stopped thinking and lowered his head gloomily: "The old minister doesn't dare." ”

"What about the others?" Mo Yuan took the opportunity to look at the other officials: "If anyone has an opinion about His Highness, bring it up as soon as possible, don't be a rat in the gutter and do it behind your back." ”

The other officials were all intimidated, all pretending to be deaf and dumb, until after the next dynasty, they suddenly realized that the emperor's grandson had just obviously climbed on the emperor's head, and the emperor not only stopped it, but even connived, how much preference was this?

In the face of this preference, what is the number of rites?

Among the many officials, the most anxious was Shang Shu, who rushed to the Three Princes' Mansion non-stop to discuss countermeasures with Mo Nanqi.

"Your Royal Highness, in three days, the emperor's grandson will become the prince, and then it will be too late, the emperor's face has become more and more pale in the past few days, if he dies one day, what will we do then?"

When the emperor and grandson ascend the throne, they will surely die.

Mo Nanqi also understood this in his heart, and his face was very ugly: "The emperor is deliberately partial, no matter how angry I am, I can't change the reality, and it is impossible for the Ministry of Rites to oppose him!" ”

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mo Yuan is now favored, and if anyone goes against him, he will not be able to get along with the emperor.

"If there is really something unlucky in the capital, it can only be said that God does not like the emperor and grandson, and no one can be blamed." Shang Shu suddenly thought of something, his frown spread, and there was a little more joy in his tone.

If a lot of people suddenly die in the capital, and a few more concubines die in the palace, this is a big ominous sign.

Even if it only lasts a few days, it can be considered a small victory for them.

"You're right, Lord Shangshu, if this matter can be done, you will be the prime minister in the future!" Mo Nanqi was overjoyed and glanced at Shang Shu.

He doesn't like Luo Nuanzhou, but for Shangshu's sake, he is willing to respect her as a concubine in the future, so that he can be regarded as worthy of her.