Chapter 407: It’s just a dragon chair, I’ve sat on it
As soon as Young Master Liu finished speaking, the faces of the civil and military officials who had just relaxed a little suddenly stiffened, and their minds became tense again.
The same thought tacitly popped up in the center of my mind. What does Your Majesty mean by these words?
Let us talk about the second prince, the third prince, and Princess Yue, who is more regal? Does Your Majesty want us to decide who is the crown prince?
Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
If things were really that simple, the candidate for the crown prince of the Dalong court would not have been vacant for several years and has not been finalized until now.
Your Majesty has always acted without rules and regulations, and his thoughts are even more unpredictable. How could he let us ministers decide the candidate for the crown prince?
There must be some deceit in it, and you must not echo it casually, otherwise you might get into trouble!
The powerful senior officials in the court knew quite a bit about Mr. Liu's character. Although they couldn't understand what Liu Mingzhi wanted to do for a while, they also understood the taboo of speaking too much.
Since you don't understand the deep meaning of His Majesty's move, then just wait and see what happens.
Although some junior officials were not very clear about Liu Mingzhi's character, they were still very good at observing words and emotions.
Seeing that their immediate superiors were all silent, they also knelt down and sat there without moving.
Except for the upright Mr. Xia who dared to speak out in front of His Majesty without hesitation, no one wanted to be the one to take the lead in this strange situation.
After all, today's situation is really strange, and it makes people feel unsure.
Xia Gongming glanced thoughtfully at the civil and military colleagues on both sides who were all silent. He reached out and stroked the gray beard on his chin. He looked at the smiling Young Master Liu in the center of the hall, as if he wanted to say something.
, but finally endured it.
Among the officials, the most relaxed one is Song Yu, Minister of War.
Although he also couldn't understand what Young Master Liu was thinking, he knew that no matter what kind of fire there would be, it would be difficult to burn him due to the close relationship between him and Young Master Liu.
This is enough, and for the rest, just follow the crowd.
Liu Mingzhi turned around and glanced at the civil and military officials on both sides, whose faces were a little stiff and who were kneeling in their seats as steady as an old dog. The smile on his face gradually faded away.
"Since the beginning of the year when I proclaimed myself emperor, all the ministers have been clamoring to advise me to establish the crown prince as soon as possible. This advice has been going on for several years.
Now that I have finally figured it out and plan to establish the crown prince as soon as possible, all the ministers have become silent one by one. Why is this?
What? The reason why the ministers have been reluctant to speak up is because they think that all three of them are not good choices?
If this is the case, you may wish to speak frankly. After all, the selection of the crown prince and crown prince is not a piece of cake. It is a decision related to the safety of the world. I am still quite willing to accept advice and listen carefully.
I wonder which dear friend is willing to be the first to come forward and explain his views to me and all my ministers? As long as what you say is reasonable, I will definitely reward you generously."
Baiguan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he glanced at his colleagues around him in confusion. His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to break the situation if it affected him.
They found that they could not understand Mr. Liu's mysterious behavior more and more.
Does your Majesty really want you and others to select the most suitable successor? But how likely is this?
If you misunderstand the holy meaning, you will be in big trouble!
Seeing the anxious expressions of the officials, Liu Mingzhi gently put down the tea cup in his hand and looked up at the three children standing aside.
"I think it's because the three of them only wore dragon robes, so it was difficult for you ministers to judge.
In this case, let them do something else, and then let your ministers weigh it carefully."
"Chengzhi."
Liu Chengzhi's already somewhat reserved expression tightened again, and he hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"My son is here."
Young Master Liu slowly turned the ring on his thumb, and gestured with his mouth to the dragon chair on the dragon platform directly in front of him with an extremely casual movement.
"Go, sit on the dragon chair and read and comment on the first document on the left hand side of the dragon table."
Liu Chengzhi's body suddenly trembled. He turned his stiff neck slightly and glanced at the chair on the high platform that symbolized power and status. He swallowed a few times involuntarily.
Dad asked me to sit...sit...sit on the Dragon Throne?
Liu Chengzhi only glanced at the chair for a blink of an eye, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, determined not to dare to peek a second time.
His heart was beating fast, and fine traces of sweat appeared on Liu Chengzhi's forehead involuntarily, but he did not dare to reach out and wipe it away.
Lowering his eyes and looking at his father who was standing in front of him, Liu Chengzhi felt confused and at a loss. He could neither move nor move.
Dad asked himself to wear this bright yellow dragon robe earlier, and he was already under a lot of pressure.
Now, I really don’t dare to sit on the dragon chair that symbolizes power in front of all the civil and military officials!
Dad, Dad, can we not be so scary? What on earth do you want to do?
Let me, a prince, sit on the throne that only emperors can sit on in public. You might as well kill me. This is too scary.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Go up! Do you want me, Father, to help you sit up in person?"
"No, no, no... I don't dare, I don't dare, I can just sit down by myself... It's not right, it's not right, Father, I don't dare!"
Young Master Liu suddenly frowned and stared at the frightened Liu Chengzhi with sharp eyes.
"Huh? You dare to wear a dragon robe? But how dare you sit on a dragon chair?"
"My son... my son... my son..."
When the little cutie saw that her good second brother was so frightened by his smelly father, he became stumbling when speaking. Her pretty face wrinkled her beautiful nose angrily, and she stretched out her hand to gently tug on her second brother's sleeve.
Liu Chengzhi felt the little cutie's movements and hurriedly looked back.
The little cutie pretended to be casual and took two steps forward, lowering her voice to a minimum.
“Second brother, it’s just a hard and cold chair, what’s there to be embarrassed about?
Anyway, it was your stinky daddy who ordered you to sit, and you didn’t ask for it yourself, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Don't be timid, just sit on it."
"Yue'er, that's a dragon chair."
"What's wrong with the dragon chair? Aren't the left and right still the same chair?
We are already wearing dragon robes, so what’s the harm in sitting on the dragon chair?
Besides, this is what the stinky daddy meant. If you don't sit on it, you will not only be disobeying your father, but also disobeying his decree.
If you disobey, will Daddy be happy?
Just sit down when Daddy tells you to, just walk up and sit down, Yue'er will support you."
With the little cutie's encouragement, Liu Chengzhi's anxious mood gradually calmed down.
After taking a peek at his father, who had been staring at him with a sharp gaze, Liu Chengzhi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and turned towards Longtai.
Stopping at the foot of the steps of the Dragon Platform, Liu Chengzhi turned around and glanced at the various civil and military officials in the palace who had doubtful eyes before taking steps and climbing slowly towards the Dragon Platform with ease.
Young Master Liu inadvertently glanced at the little cutie beside him, and a faint smile naturally appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The little cutie noticed her father's gaze, walked up to Young Master Liu with a pretty face and sat cross-legged, muttering a few words softly.
"Smelly dad, what on earth do you want to do? To scare the three of us?
With such a small formation, the second brother and the third brother were able to make do, but if they wanted to scare Yue'er, they were far from it.
It’s just a dragon chair, as if no one has ever sat on it, but Yue’er sat on it for more than a year when she was in the Kingdom of Jin!”
Young Master Liu turned a deaf ear to the little cutie's words and silently watched the second son ascending to the dragon platform. The sharp look in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sense of relief.
No matter what the reason was for this bastard to sit on the Dragon Throne, he did not let himself down too much after all.
If he doesn't even have the courage to sit on that chair today, then he really has to reconsider his idea.
A sound that was neither light nor heavy spread throughout the silent hall, causing all the officials to take a breath involuntarily.
Liu Chengzhi, who was already sitting on the dragon chair, let out a heavy breath and calmed down.
The feeling of sitting on the dragon chair is exactly the same as what sister Yue'er said, it's really hard and cold!
After calming down his nervousness, Liu Chengzhi reached out and picked up the first document on the dragon case.
Recalling his father's posture when he went to court in his mind, Liu Chengzhi followed suit and opened the documents in his hand.