A heart feels as if it is tightly held by an invisible hand. Lin Yunxi's breath is choked for a moment, because the person standing in front of him is not the expected Baili Jingqi, but... Baili Zonglu.

Recalling the previous two generations, she came back to Shangjing from the border town, also in the same position, met this man.

At the age of 25, he was in prime of life, and he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, which set off his already prosperous and handsome appearance.

With a strong chin, thin lips, a handsome face, and a pair of Phoenix eyes that are not as cold and arrogant as those in previous lives, the hundred Li Zonglu stood there valiantly, attracting many women to hide their faces and steal a look.

In this life, he is still the ninth Prince of Dayong, and his momentum has been subdued. Seeing the reaction of the people around him, he is more eager than I think.

Lin Yunxi looks at the man from a distance, but remembers the topic that his father and brother Lin Yunchu occasionally talked about on the road.

"Now that the crown prince has not been established, it is not known who will take the throne. Father, who is more likely to become Jackie Chan? Is it really the emperor's eldest grandson who finally ascended the throne? "

"Not necessarily."

"What does Father mean by that?"

"You haven't returned to Beijing for a long time. You really don't know the wind direction in Beijing."

Lin Cong sighed more and more. It seemed that he didn't want to talk about it deeply. However, now that his people are all around him, he and Lin Yunchi are discussing it in private. It's better to make it clear than to wait until he enters Beijing and let him explore it by himself.

"Your Majesty is old and frail, but there are still several sons under him. The eldest prince's behavior is absurd and unbearable, but his ninth highness is different. "

"Your Highness nine?"

Lin Yunchu had heard of this name, but he didn't have much impression of Baili Zonglu himself.

"In the year of the ninth Royal Highness's weak crown, he won the praise of being brave and good at fighting in the barracks. Although Jingzhong did not hold the post of Ming Dynasty, he also helped his majesty deal with state affairs, acted neatly and decisively. He also said that he loved the people like a son and was considerate of his subordinates. Many ministers in the court even admonished and recommended him as the crown prince."

"Shouldn't the throne be established by the emperor? No matter how ridiculous the prince is, will he just sit back and ignore it? "

Lin Yunchu is not a mentally retarded child. After hearing his father's words, he immediately realized the problems.

Both of them are princes, but their comments are two extremes, which are related to who can become the dragon and Phoenix in the future. No matter how unbearable the great prince is, he may not sit on the wall and watch the throne become the treasure of others.

"What can he do if he wants to? I don't have much talent. Even my own son wants to be favored by his majesty. How can he compare with his ninth highness who has won the support of the people? "

"And father... And you?"

Lin Yunchu takes a careful look at Lin congyue. He doesn't know which camp he will stand in the fight for the throne.

From ancient times to the present, all the teams involved in the struggle for the throne failed to come to a good end as long as they chose the wrong camp.

Thinking that they had devoted themselves to guarding the frontier for so many years, Lin Yunchu would feel very sad if they were really killed for such a thing.

Lin congyue didn't answer his son's question, but slowly shook his head. It was obvious that he thought of the same place.

After a long time, he turned his head and carefully looked at Lin Yunchu, and said something in a low voice.

"We can talk about it in private, but remember not to show any meaning in front of outsiders."

"If the son knows the weight, the father can rest assured."