Bei Tanghong, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sat upright on the dragon chaise, with a spring breeze and a smile on his face as he looked at the stunning man slowly entering the hall.
He put on a court suit, tied his hair with a golden crown and tied his waist with a jade belt, and was so majestic.
After twelve years, he finally stepped onto the Golden Palace again, but Beitangshuo's heart was extremely calm.
The moment he stepped into the hall gate, Bei Tangshuo's steps paused slightly, his deep eyes swept over the people standing on both sides, and then stepped forward.
Twelve years of forbearance ended from now on, and from today on, his journey of revenge will begin.
His steps were steady and his face was calm. The four-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the ink court robes showed his natural kingly aura.
Wherever I walked, the person next to me felt an invisible pressure covering him, making people unable to help but lower their heads and eyes, unable to look at him.
Seeing the ink-colored figure walking past him, Beitangjin squeezed his hands tightly under the court suit.
Jealousy, anger, hatred... flashed in his eyes.
Pei Luoqi beside him felt his strangeness, pulled his sleeves without a trace, and shook his head at him.
Tolerance is the only thing they can do at this moment.
Beitangshuo stopped, looked up at his father with a smile on his face, then knelt on his knees and said aloud:
"Sons meet my father, long live the father, long live the father, long live!"
"I will meet the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"
Amid the shouts of the same voice, Beitanghong raised his hand happily and said, "Flat."
The excellent Beitangshuo was so dazzling that he couldn't take his eyes off his eyes at just one glance. This is his Beitanghong's son, his pride, Liao Beiguo's future and hope.
"If you have something to do, you will leave the court!" The eunuch's singing echoed in the hall.
Silence for a moment...
Among the officials, an old man with gray hair and white beard took a step and said in a deep voice: "I have the foundation."
Seeing that it was the Grand Tutor Pei Yanqing, Beitang Hong was happy and raised his hand and said:
"Oh, the tutor has never been concerned about political affairs. If I remember correctly, the tutor has not published the book for more than a year."
Pei Yanqing, Pei Taifu, is the father of Pei Luoqi and Pei Min'er. Bei Tangshuo has been studying with him since he was two years old. He is the person he respects the most besides Bei Tanghong.
Usually, he never participates in political affairs, and he goes to court every day, and he is just a person. He will never take the initiative to participate in the advice of all officials unless he asks Beitang.
This Taifu, who is pure and has few desires, has no desires, but is the one who understands the emperor's heart the most.
Unless you don’t say it, just as you say it, you will be a person with incisive words and precious words, and you will be deeply impressed by Beitang.
Listening to Beitang Hongtian's joke, Pei Yanqing's expression remained unchanged and said in a heavy voice: "I am guilty."
Beitanghong glared seriously and said in a deep voice:
"If you are guilty or not, it depends on what the Grand Tutor reported today."
Pei Yanqing's eyes drooped slightly and bowed:
"Twelve years ago, the prospective prince became a fool due to the death of the first queen. Twelve years later, Prince Shuo recovered his mind to save his father. At that time, Prince Shuo had already had the talent of the prince. Now, he was only eight years old.
The position of the prince is still hanging in the air, and Prince Shuo has returned from injury, so I requested to report that the emperor would consider re-establishing Prince Shuo as the prince as soon as possible."
As soon as these words were said, everyone took a breath of air conditioning. Although some sensitive people had guessed that the news that the fool was not stupid.
But now that he was put on the table, he couldn't help but be surprised. Those eyes couldn't help but look at Beitangjin.
I saw Bei Tangjin's face pale, biting his lips tightly, but he could only endure it.
The emperor hadn't spoken yet, what could he say, and at the last hunting meeting, the emperor showed no mercy to him in front of everyone, and directly said that he was not qualified to be the prince.
Those who hear this sentence can remember it.
Beitangjin glanced coldly at Pei Luoqi, full of resentment and reproach.
Pei Luoqi shook his hand at him, indicating that he had no idea that his father would actually support Beitangshuo.
The smile in Beitanghong's eyes became stronger and stronger. Over the past decade, people would write letters to him to establish a prince every once in a while, and he would push him down in great anger.
But this time, he went to his heart. He really deserves to be Taifu Pei.
Beitanghong did not answer immediately, his eyes faintly swept over the other ministers, but saw another figure stepping out of the crowd:
"Emperor, I'm brave enough to do something. Although the emperor is in his prime and has a healthy body, the position of the crown prince is also a fundamental basis for stabilizing the court. Be established early and be at peace with the people."
The person who spoke was Prime Minister Wen Baiyan.
His part was also found in the previous letters of the crown prince.
Of course, the person he advocated before was Beitangjin.
Although Bei Tangshuo is his son-in-law, let alone the fact that he had a terrible relationship with Wen Xining, how could a fool become a throne?
So he naturally had to choose Beitang Jin. No matter what, his eldest daughter Wen Xiruo, Prince Jin and Princess Jin, had to call her sister-in-law in private.
But it’s different now. Beitangshuo is no longer stupid. Will he turn against him?
As the emperor, Bei Tanghong was also a scheming person. When he heard Wen Baiyan's words, he smiled faintly:
"Wen Xiang said very much, but I want to hear, who is the candidate for the prince in your mind?"
Beitanghong's question focused everyone's attention on Wen Baiyan.
Because they also knew that Wen Xiang had been recommending King Jin before, but now his son-in-law is not stupid, who will he choose?
Even Bei Tangjin's heart became nervous and he couldn't help but look at him.
But Beitangshuo always smiled and stood alone, as if what they were talking about had nothing to do with him at all.
Wen Baiyan raised his head slightly, and his glittering eyes flashed across Beitangshuo who had been smiling and Beitangjin who had a tight face. Finally, he returned to Beitanghong and said with his head down:
"I think the best choice for the prince is... Prince Shuo!"
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Cough, Yao'er really doesn't know how to write court or something. She finally put it in. It's an hour late... The next chapter is around 1 o'clock, Yao'er will have dinner first. I'm so hungry...