From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 313
Others didn't know, but Yan Jing'an understood it very well. He glanced at King Anyang not far away. The man declared that he was wearing a yellow python robe with four-claw pattern. Something seems to be different.

The emperor seems to have doubts about the cause of Ruyang King's death, otherwise he would have granted a rich burial to Ruyang King alone...

The old fox looked at it carefully, but didn't say much. The only advantage of Feng Junran, the emperor, is that no one needs to worry about it. The little calculations in his own mind are clearly calculated. When the chess pieces are placed on the chessboard, all the ways are cleared. Well done, no matter how you go, you won't be able to get out of this situation!

This is the shrewdness and ruthlessness of this man.

He clearly sees through everything, but he doesn't say anything. Those who are waiting to enter the game will either go to the end of the road, and there will be irreversible darkness, or they will think about it halfway and turn back silently. Unfortunately, he has not seen anyone who can do it. people who turn back...

Man, there is a beast of desire living in my heart, Feng Junran knows how to restrain this desire, making people want to stop, and in the end they can only choose to perish...

Yan Jing'an narrowed her eyes, and suddenly sighed, what are you thinking about so much?Since there is such a person who appears to lead Huaxia, he should do his part and assist him well. Doesn't any Mingjun come to the top with blood all the way? Although this person is full of killings, he has never been contaminated by blood Blood, these few days are good enough!

So he saluted immediately, kowtowed, saluted and shouted amidst the discussion among the crowd: "My emperor is holy, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The emperor of the ages, there is only one emperor, no matter what kind of conspiracy he has, for the sake of the people, for the sake of the common people, he will be respectful, bow his head and proclaim himself a minister, willing to be driven!

So above the main hall, no matter whether they understood or not, they all bowed their heads and said respectfully, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Feng Yuran was also in the queue, kneeling together, with almost the same face as someone, bowing his head submissively.

Outside of the bigger ones, the sound of the wind became tighter, and the sound of the rain became more urgent, crashing, accompanied by lightning and thunder, louder than louder.

And in the market, also from this weather, some people rumored that they saw a golden dragon flying by in the dark clouds, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and this also catered to what Feng Yuran said above the hall, The eternal emperor will rule China.

After this incident, Feng Junran deserved rewards and punishments. After some points, many people were brought up in this game, and many new people entered the game. Feng Junran's emperor As for the position, it became more and more smooth. For the debates above the court, most of them just listened but did not speak, or occasionally provoked a few words, so that people could not hear them, but at the same time, they still missed the other party and pinched them to the end.

It was the first time for Chao Youlu to see such an emperor. In the Wei Kingdom, he also served two generations of emperors, but there was no one who was so shrewd and powerful. His calmness and poise, and the longer he stays with him, the more he will discover how unfathomable this person is!
Chao Youlu couldn't help but gasped, thinking about it now, the Kingdom of Wei is really God's will, no matter what age, as long as there is such an emperor, the whole world will definitely submit to him.

When thinking, I accidentally met a pair of eyes, which were the eyes of comrades looking at comrades with sympathy.

Yan Jing'an blinked at him, thinking, finally found a comrade in arms, finally someone can understand the difficulties of the old man, serving such a master is really not humanly capable!

Zhao Youlu nodded with a smile, but he didn't feel hard work, on the contrary, he felt happy, at least he could finally show his strengths, didn't he?
As for Su Ziyu, Feng Junran didn't care about throwing him into the prison. After detaining his wife for so long, why didn't he have to sit in prison for three to five years?

The first-class man also stayed in Soochow with his troops to deal with the post-war affairs. Because of the turmoil in the capital, he brought the little girl back all the way non-stop, leaving the rest of the troops behind.

People in the world still think that the Western Jin Dynasty is still relying on the first-class public Ye family, but they don't know that the bargaining chip in Feng Junran's hands is not only the first-class public.

Others don't know, but the important ministers who participated in this matter, even Feng Yuran knew it very well.

After all, only Feng Junran can take care of both the north and the south. If there is only one first-class public, it will be useless.

Outside, the first-class princess, Zhu Chengyou, Lin Yezhi and others are excellent right-hand men on the battlefield of Soochow. Dongluo, Ximeng, Nancheng, and Beihuang four secret guards united with Muyang King Feng Yuran. These are all Feng Junran's confidantes, and their status is much higher than that of the first-class public. However, ordinary people will also be so defensive. Important things should naturally be guarded by one's own people.

But from now on, the defense of the imperial city will no longer have Muyang King Feng Yuran's position.

The imperial court, through Feng Junran's own hands, is slowly shuffling the cards, the old ones are being eliminated, and the new ones will be slowly integrated in. The Western Jin Dynasty is approaching its prosperity!
Inside the Xinuang Pavilion, Feng Junran looked up and looked at his side. Ye Xiaoxiao was sitting next to him holding his son. Feng Yuyan was about to turn one year old, and the palace was busy celebrating the little guy's first birthday. He squinted his eyes and looked at the meat. Tuanzi shook his head helplessly with his overjoyed little face, and continued to review these papers that he could never finish reading.

At this moment, Wei Youting said outside the door: "Your Majesty, King Anyang has arrived."

"Please!"

With an order, the door of Xinuang Pavilion was pushed open, and the prince in python robe, Qiantui, came lightly. The late summer sunlight streamed in through the crack of the door, making the bright yellow robe even more dazzling.

When Routuanzi saw the person coming, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and babbling, smiling innocently and cutely.

Feng Yuran bowed to the emperor first, then turned around, reaching out to tease the little nephew.

Routuanzi raised his paw, wanting someone to hug him, Feng Yuran smiled and took him over, dragged his little butt and raised it up, which really made Baozi laugh out loud.

Feng Junran took a look: "Old Wu, I haven't seen you holding that fan recently."

Feng Yuran lifted the bun to the sky, put it down again, and said casually: "A white paper fan, I don't think it's interesting, so I don't take it. I wonder if there is any rare fan at the emperor's place. I will give you one?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing: "You too, King Anyang, come to ask for a fan. There are some in the palace, but do you have anything there?"

Everyone knows that during this period of time, Feng Junran has given rewards to this younger brother from time to time, as if to make up for it. Everyone thinks that the emperor is because two of his three younger brothers died, and one was killed. He was demoted to a commoner, so he cherished this only blood brother even more.

Feng Yuran hurriedly laughed and said: "Sister-in-law Huang can't say that, the ones here are not as good as Brother Huang's."

(End of this chapter)