Chapter 158

The implication is that it's not right for them to talk about Wang's treason in Jiangbei, which is bound to make Xinwang unhappy.

It is said that nanmensi was wronged at that time. In fact, he was framed by nanmenyu. Later, Huo Yanchen's words proved it.

A wise man has already made a decision in his heart, but the royal family is too obscure. Even if the south gate is dead, the face of the heaven family still needs to be there.

As for those ministers who can't understand their interests, they just believe the superficial meaning of Huo Yanchen's words.

Because Huo Yanchen is proud of his natural success. He is as magnanimous and open-minded as Gao Yang. He has the temperament of being submissive and convincing. Therefore, if those words are spoken through his mouth, no one will insist on them any more.

South Gate Carey's face was cold from beginning to end.

Obviously, he was not so satisfied with this fight, but he had no other way. His fists were blue in his sleeve.

"Kairui, a young hero of the new emperor's south gate, has the ability to govern the world. Now it is destiny to inherit the throne. In the future, all the ministers will work together with the king to assist the new emperor, ensure the peace of our country and the well-being of our people. "

Huo Yanchen then walked down the steps and stood at the top of the 100 officials. He bent down slowly toward the south gate.

The rain glided along his beautiful face and fell into the water at his feet.

He was dressed in black, cold, dignified and proud. His face was engraved like a knife and axe under the light, but he was very gentle. He looked at the South Gate in front of Kerry's black boots, deep and unpredictable, without any waves.

His gift made it clear that he would not fight for the throne.

South Gate Kerry stood on the high platform and looked at it coldly. Suddenly, he began to laugh

"Let's get up."

Said a few steps forward, reached out to take the lead in supporting Huo Yanchen.

After Huo Yanchen got up, the ministers followed him.

"The future depends on the Lord and the ministers."

Nanmen Kairui holds Huo Yanchen's hand in a sincere tone.

Four eyes opposite, each eye light like the sea.

Huo Yanchen didn't speak. Nanmen Kairui let go, turned and walked back to the steps

"Tomorrow I will tell the world about my uncle's death, and then discuss the funeral with the king of Yu. Let's come here tonight. It's late at night. Let's go back. The king of Yu and I are here to watch the funeral for the former Emperor."

Kairui opens his mouth at the south gate, and all the officials disperse. The courtyard is quiet for a moment. Only the Yellow palace lamps are flashing in the wind.

"Well, you've got it."

Nanmen Kairui looks at Huo Yanchen with a cold look.

"My father refused to give up easily all his life. This is the last face I can give him."

Huo Yanchen side eyes, looking into the hall, indifference in the light of loneliness, and then turned into a flash of hate, sad, helpless and stubborn.

When he said that, he turned and walked out slowly.

"You don't mourn for him."

Nanmen Kairui looks at Huo Yanchen with complicated eyes.

"Tomorrow I'll go into the palace to discuss with you about the burial of my father. Tonight I'll send a palace man to keep watch. And remember the agreement between you and me."

Head also did not return, Huo Yanchen took Mo Fei to disappear in the courtyard.

It's dawn, the East appears the fish belly white, the rain all night has finally stopped, and several rare stars appear in the north sky.

South door Kerry looked up at the stars, then slowly knelt down toward the northern sky.

"My father, my mother and my concubine, my son's ministers have finally avenged you and the Jiangbei people."

Silent night, the world's large, only to respond to his ears blowing the subtle morning wind.

Fuhai sighs quietly.

After a long time, Nanmen Kairui got up. Fuhai didn't know what he was thinking. With a tight eyebrow, he came forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

South door Kerry's eyes changed in an instant, and a flurry crossed her face.

In his life, Fuhai sent people to guard in Fulin palace. He hurried outside, and his pace was full of eagerness.

A thin figure stood in the shadow of a low wall outside the palace gate. The morning wind was blowing and the dawn was cold. She coughed a few times.

The next second, there will be a warm fall on her shoulder, instantly wrapped her.

Surprised, turn back.

A touch of pure white, white robe angle gently stirred with the morning wind, behind is Dai blue sky slightly red, a pair of quiet eyes under the silver mask are quietly looking at her.

The high priest is like a fairy ghost suddenly appearing in the cold dew of dawn.

"Waiting for him?"

The high priest opened his mouth lightly and put out his hand to remember the cape for the stunned Xi yue'er. It was soft and natural.

"En... Waiting for Huo Yanchen. No, no, why are you here?"

Xiyue'er looks at her cloak with the body temperature in front of her, and at the long silent street behind the high priest. She is confused.

I'm surprised and happy in my eyes.

It seemed that the surprise in her eyes pleased the high priest, and the corners of his mouth under his mask bent slightly.

"Thank you for remembering me when you see him."

Start on the head of the moon mercilessly tilted for a while, action overbearing and doting.

"It's only been a few days, and I didn't suffer from dementia. How can I forget you?"

Xi yue'er stepped back, kept some distance from the high priest, rubbed her head and glared at him.

She couldn't see others treat her like a child or a little girl.

"I have no conscience. I've been worried about you for so long. Huo Yanchen did what he said and saved you safely."

The high priest chuckled and leaned gracefully against the wall. His tone was alienated and he could not hear the joy and anger.

"Huo Yanchen? Have you met him? "

Xi yue'er was surprised, which reflected that the high priest seemed to know Huo Yanchen.

"Well, when Miss Lin and I arrived at our restaurant, we went to find someone who didn't see you."

The high priest looked at the void and opened his mouth.

"You two didn't fight."

Xiyue'er finds it hard to imagine the scene of the meeting between the high priest and Huo Yanchen. In her heart, both of them are proud, and Qinggu's temperament is similarly tight.

Looking at the interest hidden in Xi yue'er's eyes, the high priest holds his forehead across the mask.

"You know him well. I almost got into a fight."

"He won't do it to you."

The evening moon suddenly opens her mouth.

The high priest was stunned and looked at xiyue'er in doubt.

Xi yue'er said with a smile that she didn't speak. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the palace gate. She murmured a word that didn't come out yet.

Xiyue'er has inexplicable trust and brilliance in her eyes. The high priest knows that those belong to Huo Yanchen.

The corner of the mouth under the mask moved slightly, as if laughing and discontented.

"I agree with you two."

He suddenly opened his mouth, Xi yue'er had a meal and didn't understand. When he reflected what he said, he couldn't help laughing and looked helpless.

"Brother, when should I ask your permission about Huo Yanchen and me? Are you really my father?"

Xiyue'er, half joking, reaches for the high priest's face.

When the high priest heard his words, he snorted angrily and looked at the hand that reached out to him, but did not move.

"Naturally, I have to ask for my consent."

He opened his mouth slowly. In his dark eyes, xiyue'er was more serious than ever.