The first peasant girl of splendid elegance

Chapter 150 Remorse (8)
Emperor Yuanfeng looked down, there were voices of conversations everywhere, and there were smiles everywhere, no matter if he was really happy or wearing a mask, he could still laugh anyway, he was already laughing even if he didn't think of him They all feel powerless.

In the past, he was also ambitious, thinking of recreating the great cause under the prosperous era created by his father, but in the end he was lost by the coquettish extravagance.

And since he took this position to the present, it has only been 12 years, and his current body is only in his prime, but he has been beaten into old age by God in advance.

"Ah Jin, you said that if it wasn't I who ascended the throne, but you became the emperor, what would happen in this world?" Keeping your mouth shut, you dare not say a word.

Emperor Yuanfeng was an uncertain person. He was smiling at you one moment, and he might send you to hell the next moment. Not to mention the courtiers, even the concubines and concubines in the harem were killed by him a lot, but with Lanzhuang, who has been by his side for nearly 30 years, knows that there are only two people that Emperor Yuanfeng really cares about. One is the late Empress Dowager, and the other is the legendary prince of Tianqi Kingdom sitting here.

"If there is no if, I will not imagine things that have not happened." He has no interest in the throne. It should be said that he has lost interest in the throne since his mother's soul returned to dust.

Emperor Yuanfeng chuckled, and then his voice became louder and louder, as if he was trying his best to laugh out loud, and all the older courtiers immediately turned their attention to these two people.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A violent cough made Lan Zhuang quickly bring a bowl of white fungus soup to his mouth.

After drinking several sips of soup, Emperor Yuanfeng finally calmed down, at least his face was very pale, as if he could disappear at any time.

Seeing that it was quiet down below, he glanced at the courtiers and said with a smile: "My dear friends, don't be cautious. Today is New Year's Eve. Even though you drink and eat, the palace hasn't been so lively in a long time. Seeing such a relaxed atmosphere, I don't care. My heart is also much more comfortable, come and play music.”

As his words fell, the festive court musicians raised and lowered their hands, and the melodious music sounded throughout the hall, and then the graceful maiden dressed in brocade gauze came lightly from outside the hall, her dance was beautiful but not charming, Immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, laughter, praise, and clinking of wine glasses came and went one after another.

However, except for quite a few people, they still stared closely at Emperor Yuanfeng and Prince Jin, their lips were opening and closing, but they couldn't hear a single sound, their faces flushed red with anxiety.

"Ajin, I am actually very jealous of you. I am jealous that you have received all the love of my father, but as I, who has the same royal orthodox blood as you, I can only look at you from afar, and I am even more jealous. You dote on me so much, but you don't care, and I won't get any more, even this throne, you don't want it." He said, his eyes blurred, as if thinking of something.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want that kind of person's favor, brother emperor, you are so old and confused, the emperor's family, how can there be true father-son love, brother love." Ning Yuejin's eyes were full of sarcasm, which was hard to see on his face expression.

Emperor Yuanfeng froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile, nodded slowly and said: "Yes, I am so confused, the emperor's family, where did the love come from, it is obviously full of blood and contention, so confused... "

As his body became more and more useless, he missed the old days more and more. Although his father didn't care about him, this brother of the same father and mother still respected him very much, even before After the emperor passed away, the posthumous photo ceremony clearly confirmed his position as emperor, so he could leave without nostalgia and gave him the dragon chair of the Ninety-Five Supreme.

Emperor Yuanfeng has practiced the art of the emperor for so many years, how can he not understand his knot, how can he not understand that he seems to be affectionate, but in fact he is only the most ruthless, even his own brother with the same blood, when he dies , he was sure that Ah Jin would never shed a single tear.

How many times in the palace banquets, he wanted to be A Jin's concubine, but he rejected them all mercilessly. It's not that he didn't want to, but he didn't love her. It's like his father, who loved his mother so much at the beginning, but in the end, he made her cry in the end.

"Ajin, who do you think I should let as the successor?"

"Hum—" Lan Zhuang's heart was completely frozen.

Ning Yuejin didn't change at all, she toasted and drank leisurely.

"This is something the emperor should consider, isn't it?"

"I'm tired, how can I let Ah Jin be happy and happy alone?" Emperor Yuanfeng narrowed his eyes, "Since Ah Jin doesn't want to inherit the throne, I must let Zhen go safely."

"I knew this earlier, so why did I do it in the first place." His expression was neither salty nor pale.

"It really sounds like what you said." Emperor Yuanfeng smiled, "Even if I am the Son of Heaven, I can't live without a chance to regret it."

"It can be. Since I regret it, I will work hard for a few more years. It is better to control the heirs of the emperor's brother, otherwise the emperor will close his eyes and feel comfortable. Leave it to Jin, Jin will not be polite. "

Emperor Yuanfeng was taken aback for a moment, then he grinned, pointed at Ning Yuejin with a dead branch-like finger, "Ah Jin is a cunning one, but since Ah Jin said so, I will hold on for a few more years Yes, but I have something to say first, if the time comes and I really can't recover, Ah Jin will not be polite."

Although heirs are important, they are so insignificant compared to the century-old foundation of Tianqi Kingdom.

Since he succeeded to the throne for 12 years, the whole country has been peaceful and has never had any foreign enemies. Emperor Yuanfeng understood that the main reason is that a prince Jin, who is as handsome as a fairy and unparalleled in resourcefulness, appeared in Tianqi Kingdom. How to intrude, and if the future apocalypse wants to continue to stand among the nations, he is absolutely indispensable.

Although I am very jealous of this younger brother, the deepest part of my heart is actually envy.

Ning Yuejin smiled lightly, making the heart of Lan Zhuang who was standing beside him beating wildly, "Don't worry, Brother Huang, even if you jumped out of the imperial mausoleum to be polite, it's impossible."

Emperor Yuanfeng was taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed loudly.

The atmosphere revived, and Emperor Yuanfeng pointed to the group of officials below, always staring at Ning Yuejin's daughters affectionately, and said with a smile: "Ah Jin, it's 24 after the Chinese New Year, and now King Jin's mansion is still empty, this year is still empty. Let me give Ah Jin a marriage."

Ning Yue looked at him with raised eyebrows, pursed her lips and said, "You can't get enough of this kind of game? I'm tired of it."

Lan Zhuang heard about the situation at the palace banquet in the past, and couldn't help holding back a smile. No wonder, the emperor seemed to like to watch the prince make a fool of himself, and he forced the prince to walk away several times.

(End of this chapter)