The messenger shouted loudly, and the ministers immediately gathered their faces, bowed down and saluted with fists, and greeted the phoenix.

Queen Su, who was full of filial piety, slowly walked in.

This Jinluan Hall is the place where the Son of Heaven holds a great court meeting. It is also the pinnacle of the power of the Great Jin Dynasty. The number of times Empress Su entered the palace was very rare. It is the first time that it is so solemn.

A slightly smaller chair was set up next to the dragon chair. Empress Su sat down on this chair: "Zhong Aiqing, let's get even!"

The ministers saluted again, thanked the queen for her grace, and got up.

The vassal kings stood in the front row with all the princes, and then the military generals of the civil and military officials.

Empress Su's eyes swept over the faces of the ministers one by one, and she opened her mouth and said, "The emperor and the crown prince have been buried, and the palace is not very sad in her heart. However, the country has no monarch, and the day is restless. Today, the palace has come to the Jinluan Palace in person to discuss with the Aiqing about supporting the new emperor."

"All Aiqing's recitals, this palace has seen them. Today, in front of all the ministers, they all talk about the new king they support."

As soon as Queen Su's words fell, Meng Yushi was the first to stand up: "Queen Mother, the prince of Beihai is brave and good at fighting, and he once followed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to pacify Jizhou and made great achievements. After that, he recruited and formed the Tiger Battalion, and led the Tiger Battalion recruits to pacify Qinghe County. The minister thinks that the prince of Beihai should be proclaimed as the new emperor."

Meng Yushi's official position is not high, but he is a serious official and imperial history, known as a righteous and upright name. When he opened his mouth, he suddenly increased his momentum for Xu Jing.

Zhou Shangshu did not hesitate, and opened his mouth for the second time: "The minister is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he attaches the most importance to etiquette. From the perspective of blood kinship, the prince of Beihai is the blood of Gaozu and the closest to the first emperor. The minister thinks that it is most suitable to appoint the prince of Beihai as the new emperor."

Zhao Yuanren, the waiter of the Ministry of Works, was the third to stand up: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a heart attack that day, and he once said in public that he would pass on the position of the prince to the prince of Beihai. The first emperor also personally agreed. Therefore, the prince of the North Sea is the legitimate heir to the throne."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the squire of the criminal department immediately stepped forward and said, "The minister has a word, the prince of Beihai is young and vigorous, if he is the new emperor, he is afraid that he will not be able to govern the government well. The minister thinks that he should choose the older and calmer. The prince of Xihe is the eldest of the princes of the vassal kings, and he is the most suitable to be the new emperor."

Wu Anbo sneered: "It's true that the prince of Xihe is a few years older, and the word calm is too! The princes have been in the capital for more than two years, and everyone sees their words and deeds. The prince of the West River is irritable and impulsive, and neither of them has anything to do with calmness."

Immediately, a courtier chimed in: "What Wu Anbo said is reasonable."

"The prince of Beihai has a pair of children, and although the prince of Xihe is a few years older, he does not even have an heir. From the courtier's point of view, the prince of the North Sea should still be chosen."

"The prince of Pengcheng is kind-hearted and kind-hearted......

"The government is cumbersome, the state affairs are busy, and the prince of Pengcheng is weak and often sick, so where can he afford to take on heavy responsibilities. Let's take good care of our body!"

"The prince of Hanyang is a steady man and acts cautiously......

Immediately, a courtier jumped out and retorted, "Is that steady and cautious? It's clearly cowardly! On that day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was going to Jizhou to quell the turmoil, but only the prince of Beihai followed, and the prince of Hanyang did not dare to follow to the battlefield. Such a person is not worthy of a great responsibility!"

The support on the fold is completely different from the discussion in the Jinluan Palace. After the beginning, the ministers said a word, their expressions became more and more excited, and their voices became louder and louder. The mouth was foaming at the mouth, and some people had even begun to roll up their sleeves.

Dingguo Gong and his son have not made a sound.

Empress Su frowned a few times, and then slowly calmed down.

Seeing that he was at an absolute disadvantage, the prince of Xihe was impetuous, ignoring his father's hints, he jumped out and stretched out his hand to point at Xu Jing: "Xu Jing, speaking for yourself, what are you better than me?"

Xu Jing raised his eyelids and replied slowly: "Everything is better than you."

The violent temper of the prince of Xihe was immediately ignited, and he rushed over with his fists.

Xu Jing snorted, and was about to dodge, when someone stopped the prince of Xihe: "This is the Jinluan Palace, which is a place to discuss politics and handle state affairs. Please respect yourself for the prince of the West River!"

The one who stretched out his hand to stop the prince of Xihe was the prince of Dingguo.

The prince of Dingguo made great contributions in the palace turmoil, and his reputation was rising.

The green tendons on King Xihe's forehead jumped and jumped, glared at him fiercely, and scolded his son in a low voice: "You bastard, how dare you be presumptuous in the Jinluan Palace, don't come back immediately!"

The prince of Xihe snorted, withdrew his fist and stood back.

Quarreled for a long time...... No, the ministers have been discussing for a long time, but there is no conclusion.

Empress Su didn't rush to make a decision, and opened her mouth to say, "Supporting the new emperor is a major matter of the country, and you can't be impatient. I'll leave it for now, and we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

It was "discussed" for three days in a row.

I don't know who is secretly spreading this matter, even the people in the streets and alleys know about it. The people don't know what the prince of Xihe, the prince of Pengcheng, has only heard of the name of Xu Jing, the prince of the king of Beihai. They all came together and said, "This throne should belong to the prince of the North Sea."

"The prince of Beihai can fight, and he loves the people, he must be a good emperor."

"What happened in the court, we didn't count."

"Why doesn't it count. We are the people, and the emperor is our emperor. What we support is the true Son of Heaven."

A simple-looking man listened to the teahouse for a long time, and went home with his stupid son.

The man will tell the old woman with half-white hair about the news he heard from the teahouse. The old woman nodded, and went to the secret room to report the news to her master.

Murong Shen, who was lying on the bed, had a gloomy gaze and was full of murderous aura.

However, he is now like a lost dog, he is injured and unable to move, and there are only a few personal soldiers left around him. Most of the soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion had withdrawn, but there were many people outside searching for his traces. He couldn't show his face at all, so he had to hide underground like a rat.

Murong cautiously calmed his mind and ordered in a deep voice, "Continue to inquire about the news outside, and come and go back at any time."

The old woman answered, changed the medicine for Murong Shen, and then withdrew.

Every time the dressing is changed, it is like a torture. Murong Shen endured the pain, and cold sweat was already dripping on his forehead.

The soldiers wiped the cold sweat for Murong Shen, and persuaded in a low voice, "It is only a matter of time before Xu Jing is proclaimed as the new emperor. Why should Childe be angry about this?"

How can you bear it?

This throne is obviously his.

In this world, it should be his.

Zhao Xiyan and those children should belong to him.

Now all of this has been snatched away by Xu Jing.

His heart was bleeding with anger.

Murong Shen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "A few of you come here, I have something to tell you to do."