The most unexpected is the mother and son of Nangong Society.

Many concubines and princes, neither of them is the most prominent, and now that Nangong Qing has died, a will suddenly comes down.

Ji Wujin flew on the branches, and Nangong Society jumped into the dragon gate.

As a result, the concubines and princes, who are usually more favored than them, cast suspicious glances one after another.

What's more, they cursed in their hearts that the mother and son would not die well.

Of course, there are also some concubines who are usually good friends with Ji Wujin, who are happy for her and themselves at this time.

The huge surprise impacted the hearts of Ji Wujin's mother and son, and they were stunned in place, motionless.

The noisy voices around seemed to be isolated from the eardrums, and the only thing floating in the minds of the two of them was that sentence: Today, there is the eighth son of the emperor, Nangong Society, who has a pure temperament, is lenient and self-disciplined, and if I go west, I will make him the emperor, and I hope that hundreds of officials will assist him.

After a long time, the two finally recovered.

Nangong De's voice sounded.

"Concubine Qiong, Concubine Qiong?"

When he came back to his senses, Ji Wujin suddenly felt a little out of shape, and hurriedly bowed to him.

"Uncle Huang, the concubine didn't expect that His Majesty would pass on the throne to She'er......

Before he could say more, Nangong De stretched out his hand to interrupt.

"These are no longer important, King Zhao is right, the country cannot be without a king for a day, let the eighth prince be the emperor in Taimiao."

Immediately after, he shook his head at Nangong Ding.

The latter understood, and immediately ordered someone to fetch a dragon chair and let Nangong She sit on it.

"Your Majesty." Nangong Ding was the first to kneel down and salute.

Seeing this, the edict was in front of them, and even those who did not want to do so did not dare to disobey.

"Knock to your majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live."

After the three calls, Nangong She suddenly saw a group of people kneeling under the black pressure under his feet, and he was very uncomfortable.

These people are usually disdainful when they see him, and there are even many people he is afraid of.

Now he suddenly fell to his knees, leaving Nangong She at a loss.

He sat on the dragon chair, nervous, rubbing his hands together with each other.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Ji Wujin, who was standing beside him, pulled Nangong She's clothes.

Fortunately, he has lived in the palace for a long time, and the etiquette is naturally mature, Nangong She mustered up the courage to raise his hand and said:

"All the ministers are exempt from courtesy."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Baiguan stood up.

Nangong De said leisurely: "According to the ancestral system, Your Majesty must keep filial piety in the Taimiao Temple for one month before he can ascend to the Taiji Palace."

"Yes, Uncle Huang."

Nangong She didn't dare to hold it up, so she quickly got up from the dragon chair and replied.

"King Zhao." Nangong De turned to Nangong Ding again.

"My nephew is here."

"Since the emperor has decreed that you will be the regent, you have been more diligent in the past few years, helping Your Majesty to take care of political affairs, and then returning the government to him when he is crowned."

"Nephew commanded." Nangong respectfully agreed.

Li Zhong said secretly: I don't know if you are really confused or fake, you can't see Nangong Ding's obvious seizure of power?

Still a few years?

I'm afraid that in less than a year, the throne will change hands again.

"I'm old, my legs and feet are inconvenient, and I can't stand for a long time, so I'll leave the matter to you."

"Yes!"

Nangong Ding and Nangong Society responded at the same time.

Under the eyes of everyone, Nangong De left the Taimiao.

His rickety back seems to tell the wind and rain of previous years.

Nangong Ding didn't expect all this to go so smoothly, and he was afraid that Nangong De would find trouble.

Now it seemed that the old man did not want to interfere too much in their affairs.

Maybe he also thinks that he is the one who can lead David to dominate the world.

The feeling of leaning towards the government and the opposition made Nangong Ding's heart a little fluttering.

Turning around, he had a slight smug look on his face.

Subsequently, he issued an order to the hundred officials

"Ladies and gentlemen, the new mourning of the former emperor, everyone's grief is understandable to the king, but the state affairs are important, you should go back to perform your duties and repay the kindness of the former emperor with practical actions. As for the concubines and princes of the palace, let them all leave their spirits."

Without waiting for Nangong Society to speak, Nangong Ding had already made a decision for him.

As a regent, there is nothing wrong with this.

But the sensitive Ji Wujin seemed to smell something unusual.

She frowned slightly and did not speak.

Nangong She, who was sitting on the dragon chair, stared at her mother blankly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll take my leave."

The hundred officials left.

In the temple, the crying gradually stopped.

His own guards moved a chair for Nangong Ding.

He frowned and pondered, not caring at all about the Nangong Society next to him, who had just ascended the throne.

As for Ji Wujin, the mother is more expensive than the son, and she should be promoted to the queen mother.

However, during the period of filial piety of Nangong Society, all etiquette was simple, and all this could only be discussed when Nangong Qing was buried and Nangong Society was in the Taiji Palace.

The thoughts of the mother and son, Nangong Ding didn't pay attention to it at all.

There are still four days before Nangong returns to the city in a half-dream, and he is thinking about how to find a suitable reason to bring Nangong Society's mother and son to his palace in these four days.

Coerced the Son of Heaven to order the defense of the country, and the words Li Feibai told him were deeply imprinted in his mind.

After thinking hard about a good plan, Nangong Ding waved his hand, and Cheng Feng, who was guarding outside the temple, immediately walked in.

"Lord Wang." He bowed in a low voice, lest he disturb the sacred place.

But Nangong Ding didn't care at all, he ordered himself: "Go to Sili and invite Bai Siwei into the palace."

"Yes."

Cheng Feng was ordered to leave.

Tsing Yi Division.

As soon as he returned here, Li Feibai immediately went to see Bai Chengshan, fortunately they were able to endure it and hadn't done it yet, otherwise everything would be over.

Maybe it was too smooth before, so Li Feibai, who has always been cautious, looked back and felt that this plan was too rough and almost buried himself.

Thinking of this, his back was still cold and cold sweat broke out.

Fortunately, it was still in time.

Go back to your own duty office.

He held the cup in his left hand, the tea filled with it was already cold, but he didn't take a sip.

What kind of killer move did Nangong Ding have, and he could bypass that mysterious master?

Li Feibai didn't think that Nangong would be able to kill him by virtue of his own cultivation.

He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find the reason.

At the same time, he was a little apprehensive.

Nangong Ding should not have discovered my intentions, his eyes lit up with my suggestion, and he obviously agreed very much.

Li Feibai was glad that when he was instigating him, he went all out to speak the truth, and he couldn't see any flaws at all.

Since he successfully killed Nangong Qing, then next, presumably Nangong will follow what he said, coercing the Son of Heaven to order the defense of the country.

In this way, it is even more difficult to get rid of him.

The county lord of Yiyang is the only chance, and she must not be allowed to have an accident.

Li Feibai made a decision in his heart, and then drank the already cold tea in his hand in one gulp.

"Captain Bai."

At this time, the guards came in to make a report.

"What?"

"Centurion of the Black Dragon Guard, I have something to see."

Chengfeng?

He is in the palace, since he has come out now, he must have something to do with Nangong to find himself.

"Let him in."

Suddenly, Chengfeng walked in.

"I've seen Captain Bai."

The two are also familiar with each other, and Chengfeng simply saluted.

"Is it the king's order to come here?" Li Feibai didn't say much, and asked directly.