Crackling——!

Wei Xuan threw the last teacup on the table and smashed it to the ground, his eyes revealed resentment that had never been seen in a thousand years, he raised his hands high to the sky and roared, and his chest was extremely indignant!

"Why!

The maids around him trembled and trembled with fear. Even the splinters scratched the ankle of one of them, who didn't dare to move, and the blood flowed down and soaked the carpet at her feet, so glaring.

"What's the matter with you!" Wei Xuan turned around and suddenly noticed this side, pointing to the maid's feet and asking.

The maid shuddered suddenly, but forced a smile, bowed slightly to reveal a coquettish posture, and said softly: "Your Highness, it's just a little scratch, no...... Out of the way. ”

"Oh, a little scratch?" Wei Xuan suddenly walked this way, and immediately frightened the maid to death, but she didn't dare to leave, so she could only stand in place.

Wei Xuan dragged the maid into his arms, raised his hand and grabbed her neck, forcing her eyes to look directly at her. Imprinted into the maid's eyes was a hideous face that had been completely immersed in hatred, and the shuffled nose and fierce eyes suddenly made the maid scream in fright.

"What the hell is your name!" Wei Xuan shouted angrily, so frightened that the maid quickly regained her smile. But Wei Xuan not only did not let go, but even increased the strength of his hand, and a fierce light suddenly burst out from his originally hideous eyes: "What are you laughing at, what's so funny! I know, you are laughing at me for losing the throne, isn't it, yes or no!"

"No, slaves don't (dare) ......"

Before the maid finished speaking, Wei Xuan's hands around her neck suddenly increased, and the maid's whole person was lifted in the air, her feet shook again and again, and the coquettish smile on her face was gone, only fear and despair remained.

The surrounding maids were even more silent, and there was no other sound in the hall except for the little movement made by the maid who was choked by Wei Xuan's throat when she was struggling.

As the maid's gaze gradually drifted, and the twitching feet began to lose strength, Wei Xuan fiercely threw the maid to the ground, and raised his eyes to see Feng Lao standing at the door of the main hall with a respectful face, as if he had been here for a while.

"Come in!" Teacher Feng Wei Xuan's first strategist, who was still a little patient with Feng Lao Wei Xuan, turned around and stepped on the stairs again and sat down on the throne, his eyes still cold.

Feng Lao hurriedly walked into the main hall with small steps, and he didn't dare to delay for half a minute, and bowed down directly on his knees.

He witnessed the whole process of Wei Xuan's strangulation of this maid at the door, and he was so frightened that he knelt beside the maid's corpse, not daring to move, for fear that Wei Xuan would also be angry with him.

"Get up. Wei Xuan took a deep breath and tried his best to ease his expression, but the scene of his killing with his own hands just now was still vivid, which was terrifying. Wei Xuan said in a condensed voice: "Old Feng, this king is the most important to you on weekdays, and now you say what this king should do!"

Feng Lao knew that Wei Xuan would ask this question, and he also came for this. He glanced left and right slightly, Wei Xuan also immediately retracted the others, and waved him to walk in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes: "In Feng Lao's opinion, could it be that there is still a turnaround?"

Old Feng bowed and said, "In the eyes of the old man, only His Royal Highness the Third Prince of the Great Wei Dynasty can do this, and no one else is enough. Your Highness, you think, when His Majesty the Emperor is critically ill, there is only the eldest prince in the near future, and His Royal Highness can immediately announce to the world, just say that this is just a play directed and acted by the eldest prince, intending to usurp the throne, in fact, there is no edict at all!"

Wei Xuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he sneered: "Elder Feng, please continue." ”

"Then it's easy. Feng Laojian raised his hand at his feet and said categorically: "If the eldest prince wants to ascend the throne, he must be inseparable from Yanjing! We will immediately take the entire Jizhou with lightning speed! All those who disobey will be killed, and the entire Jizhou will be fully controlled! At that time, even if the eldest prince occupies Yanjing, we have enough territory and army in Jizhou to compete with him. And Your Highness, don't forget, there is still a Nine Emperor Prince in Yunzhou! He will definitely not support the Great Prince, and when the time comes, the Central Plains will divide the world, and everything will still be promising!"

"Well, what Elder Feng said is extremely true!" Wei Xuan was also carried away by the news that came, otherwise he would have been able to think of this with his wisdom. Wei Xuan, who had figured it out, regained some confidence, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Let's take Jizhou first! Feng Lao, you will be in full control, and those who disobey will be killed!"

"Yes!"

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Yanjing, the Imperial Palace

Although he has not officially ascended the throne, Wei Xi has blatantly lived in the side hall of the palace. None of the ministers had the slightest remark about this, and even said clearly: "It should be so."

Some people with active minds paid a lot of money to hire Shilin students and literati to write poems and songs, singing praises for Wei Xi, saying that he is a rare Ming Jun in a hundred years, and his merits are better than Yao Shun, which is simply extremely flattering.

For a while, there was even a poetry tide in Yanjing City, and at this time, Yanjing City was still full of vegetarian food, and there was a sharp contrast between red and white, which was extremely funny.

Originally, those who were uncertain between the eldest prince Wei Xi and the third prince Wei Xuan are now all claiming to be from the dragon, as if they were trying their best to support the eldest prince Wei Xi from the beginning, but this is just a little self-protection means for them, and Wei Xi also knows that he will not be held accountable. After all, once a gentleman and a courtier, there is no need to kill them all.

Regarding Wei Xi's style, King An and King Xin did not express their position. King Xin was originally a fun-minded master, and he didn't care about the government at all on weekdays, and although King An has always supported Wei Xi, it was just following the ancestral precept of establishing the elder and not the young, and there was also a trace of affection, otherwise he would not have always supported him in commanding the military affairs of Yun and Ji Erzhou.

But since Cao Yinglong's incident, King An has been disappointed in Wei Xi, a prince who cares about the lives of the soldiers in front of him for his own selfishness is really too chilling. Looking at Wei Xi's style at this moment, King An sighed repeatedly, but persuasion was useless, and now Wei Xi is no longer the person he used to be.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no festive atmosphere like in the past, and even the palace is much more deserted than usual.

King An sat quietly in the study, smelling the faint incense around him, but his mood was not good.

The recipe for this incense was left to King An when Yu Rouwei came to King An's mansion, and now it has been used for several years, and the old wound on King An's shoulder has indeed improved a lot, but now it has added a new injury.

The injury is not in the body, but in the court.

"Hey. King An sighed slightly, this was the third time he sighed today.

The lord of Shou'an has also reined in a lot of the tyrannical temper of the past these days, and the number of times he beats and scolds his subordinates has decreased a lot, and he only accompanies King An in King An's mansion.

"Father don't worry, I heard that Zheng Pingphong has won a great victory in the north, as long as he returns victorious, I think everything will be fine. Although Shou'an has a bad temper, he has always been well-behaved in front of his father King An. She was gently pressing King An's shoulder, and her mood was still immersed in the joy of Zheng Pingping's big victory.

In his mind, since Zheng Pingphong has stabilized the north, the day of returning to Yanjing should not be far off.

Twenty years, Zheng Pingping left, and the two haven't seen each other for almost 20 years.

"Shou'an, you think things simple. King An couldn't bear to tell Shou An the truth, but looking at Shou An's ignorant appearance, he was afraid that she would be used to be involved in the whirlpool of Wei Xi and Wei Xuan in the future, and there was always a haze in his heart that could not be dissipated, making it difficult for him to feel at ease.

King An suddenly turned around and held his daughter's hand, looked at her delicate and lovely appearance, and said solemnly: "Today's Great Wei is no longer the Great Wei of the past, the dark tide of the imperial court is surging, you will stay away from your eldest brother and third emperor brother in the future, I am afraid that your heart will be used by them." Or—"

King An was very reluctant, but he still sighed and decided: "Either my father will find someone to send you out of the city, and you can go to the north to find your brother Wei Jin and Zheng Pingping." ”

"Seriously, father, you are the best!" Shou An's eyes lit up, she hadn't seen Zheng Pingfei for many years, but her feelings for Zheng Pingping had not decreased but increased, although Zheng Pingping's departure on the wedding day made her unable to come out for many years afterwards, but at this moment Shou An was still willing to go north to find her husband.

"Well, really. King An sighed in his heart, but his face was still filled with a kind smile, because he saw Shou An smiling so happily.

Daughter, this is the last thing Dad can do for you.

Once you're gone, don't come back.