The next second, there were sparse footsteps at the door, and three familiar figures stepped in.
Su Tong knew all three of these people - the one in the middle was Xuanyuan Jin, and the two next to him had met once before when there was a banquet in the palace. Although he didn't know their specific names, he was sure that they were above the first rank of the imperial court.
The emperor also praised their talents and strategies during the banquet.
As soon as the two ministers came in, they respectfully offered a stick of incense to the emperor, showing sincere condolences.
Xuanyuan Jin stood quietly behind them. After they finished kowtowing, he said calmly: "My father passed away so suddenly, you two adults still have to express your condolences."
A minister nodded, obviously understanding what Xuanyuan Jin wanted to talk about when he asked them to come here, and simply wanted to bring the topic to the point: "The country cannot live without a king for a day. It is said that the queen is too sad and has moved to Shenzhen.
There is no one in the palace anymore, but this court... still needs a legitimate heir to preside over it! Don’t you think so, Mr. Li?"
He said a lot of high-sounding words, and then threw the hot potato into the hand of the minister next to him, waiting for his speech.
"Yes, yes, yes." The man next to him immediately nodded in agreement, pondered for a moment, and said thoughtfully, "Although the emperor did not leave any edicts during his lifetime, looking at the court, the only one who can take on such an important task is the second prince.
!Thanks to the emperor’s holy grace, I still have some say in the court, and I am willing to lead all the ministers to establish the second prince.”
"Two adults..." Xuanyuan Jin pretended to be humble, "These words..."
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be self-effacing. The throne should have someone with both ability and political integrity..." The minister continued to flatter him, knowing that Xuanyuan Jin was retreating in order to advance, so he could only go on.
Having served as officials in the imperial court for many years, veterans like them are wise people and know how to maneuver according to the prevailing circumstances, so that they can protect themselves and their families, and avoid being in danger of losing their lives.
Su Tong was hiding in the dark and almost vomited. She had seen flattering people, but never such flattering people!
"How shameless!" Seeing the proud look in Xuanyuan Jin's eyes, Su Tong couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, even more disgusted, "Hypocritical!"
Especially when she heard the queen's words that "no one is seen in the deep palace", her disgust even turned into indignation - thinking about it, the queen was really unjust! She died in a strange place like the imperial mausoleum, and her bones were buried
The poisonous spider ate it, and now it is dead and still being used by others...
The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became. She slowly moved her hand to the cuff, wanting to take out the piccolo and give them a lesson to vent her hatred. But as soon as her hand moved there, a warm palm came over her,
He held the back of her hand and signaled her not to move rashly.
Su Tong was stunned, looking at Yan Luo's big palm on her hand in astonishment, and suddenly thought of an inappropriate question - when did his hand become warm?
"When I am around from now on, you don't need to take action." He smiled slightly, lowered his voice, and a trace of interest flashed across his face.
Su Tong was shocked, and couldn't help but feel happy in her eyes. She immediately approached and asked softly: "You can also urge... I mean you can also use music to control people?"
Yan Luo smiled, shook his head, and sighed with pity: "I just have some things, leaving them unused would be a waste..."
After saying that, he turned his gaze to the emperor's coffin, thoughtfully. Before Su Tong could react, he pressed one hand on the wooden pillar next to him and clicked it twice seemingly calmly.
Su Tong's face turned pale, and she subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back - Idiot! Wouldn't making a sound at this time let the three people outside notice it?
Yan Luo's other hand stopped her faster, using his eyes to signal her to feel at ease and wait for the good show.
"Who's there?" Xuanyuan Jin was engrossed in chatting with the two ministers, immersed in their flattery. It wasn't until Yan Luo knocked more than a dozen times that he suddenly sensed the direction of Chui Man.
Growling low.
The two ministers were also startled and hurriedly ran behind Xuanyuan Jin. They also looked at the direction of the sound with vigilant eyes - was there someone there? But who dared to hide in the emperor's mourning hall? They had just talked with Xuanyuan Jin.
There are so many things about the throne, if they are taken advantage of by people with intentions at this time, they will also lose their heads!
After all, the emperor's corpse is still cold, so it is taboo for them to discuss it openly and privately!
"What should I do?" Su Tong frowned and pulled Yan Luo's sleeves. Seeing that he was unmoved, she simply took out the piccolo in her sleeves, but before she could blow out the notes, she heard
There was a strange "click" sound...
It sounded like the sound of broken bones! And, more than one of them was broken!
"Ah!" The two ministers outside suddenly screamed, trembling all over, completely losing the grace that a first-class official should have.
Su Tong glanced at them with disgust, followed their gazes, and couldn't help but be stunned - isn't the emperor dead? Why...why did he sit up from the coffin?!
Damn it! Don’t tell her what ghost story is going to happen here!
Xuanyuan Jin's face didn't look good either. He didn't care about the noises just before his eyes, and stared at the bright yellow figure in the coffin.
Su Tong's legs were a little weak, so she couldn't help but hide behind Yan Luo and support him.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a little bit of magic." He said lightly, with a cold smile in his purple pupils. He continued to look at the coffin, and suddenly stretched out his finger in that direction...
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[PS: Qimen Shushu is an ancient witchcraft. Controlling corpses (making soul dolls) is a small part of it. By the way, do you hope that our Tongtong will learn Qimen Shushu in the future? 】