The mad doctor who is the evil king chasing his wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 852 Controversy in the Imperial Temple ([-])

Among the civil and military officials, the prime minister has the highest status. At this moment, it is natural that Pei Sheng, who is the left minister, should come forward to solve the emperor's worries and problems.

With a solemn face, Pei Sheng said solemnly: "What a solemn and sacred thing is it for the emperor to worship the ancestors? Grand Master Feng suddenly stopped, what did you want to do?"

Feng Wanshan glanced at Pei Sheng, cursing inwardly, this kid is too wicked, he is obviously his son-in-law of Feng Wanshan, and he was the one who picked him up, and now he has the same nostrils as the little emperor.

Forget it, let Pei Sheng follow the little emperor, and soon, he will be able to support King An Chu Luo and overthrow Chu Yi. At that time, Pei Sheng must kneel down and kowtow to him, the old man, to apologize.

Feng Wanshan gave Pei Sheng a hard look with a pair of vicissitude eyes, but he didn't answer his words, but turned his gaze to Chu Yi.

"Ancestor worship in the Taimiao has always been performed by those who were ordered by the late emperor. In the whole world, only His Highness Wang An who is beside me is qualified to stand on it and worship the late emperor."

Feng Wanshan didn't mince words with him, and said directly.

While speaking, his eyes fixed on Chu Yi fiercely, exuding a super aura all over his body.

"presumptuous!"

Pei Sheng was furious, stood up and said: "The Holy Land of the Taimiao, how can you be so presumptuous!
Come on!Take down the traitor soon! "

As soon as Pei Sheng said this, the Imperial Army immediately ran out and surrounded Feng Wanshan and the others.

However, Feng Wanshan didn't seem to be afraid at all. He suddenly raised his right hand, holding a bright yellow scroll in his hand.

Feng Wanshan said loudly: "This is the will of the late emperor, you still don't back down!"

The forbidden soldiers surrounding Feng Wanshan looked at each other, but they were a little frightened by Feng Wanshan. Looking at the bright yellow will in his hand, they did not dare to step forward for a while, but they did not dare to retreat either.

Chu Luo, the puppet next to Feng Wanshan, never said a word from the beginning to the end.

Chu Yi's blade-like eyes swept across Feng Wanshan coldly, and he was not in a hurry to worship his ancestors for a while.

Chu Yi stood on the steps, looked down at Feng Wanshan, and said, "I really want to see what is written in the will left by the late emperor?"

Pei Sheng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked at Chu Yi, feeling a little puzzled.

Chu Yi was able to ascend to the throne, and Pei Sheng contributed to some extent. As his confidant, although he could not be considered to know everything, he also knew that the first emperor did not care for Chu Yi at first.

Chu Yi's throne was truly taken away.

When the first emperor was alive, he really liked King An Chuluo very much. It is not impossible that he really left some will in secret.

Seeing that Feng Wanshan led Anwang Chuluo and brought the late emperor's will, Pei Sheng was very worried for Chu Yi.

After all, he has only been enthroned for a few months, and his foundation is not yet stable. In the Southern Chu Kingdom, the forces that want to oppose him are not one or two.

Therefore, at this time, Feng Wanshan should be quickly taken off his uniform. If the will in his hand is really exposed, and if the heir to the throne in the will is not Chu Yi, then troubles will be inevitable in the future .

This is such an excuse, but anyone who has a little influence in the Southern Chu Kingdom and wants to rebel will hold on to this excuse.

After all, the crime of killing the king and seizing the throne is not something anyone can afford.

However, Pei Sheng quietly raised his eyes to look at Chu Yi, only to find that his face was calm, with a pair of long and narrow eyes filled with a deep and deep light, calm and waveless, without the slightest hint of panic.

(End of this chapter)