The son is too enchanting

Chapter 1
Beilan Dynasty, the winter of the 24th year of Cangwu.

On the eighth day of December, Cangwu Emperor Xuanyuanming was critically ill, and the second prince Xiao Wang Xuanyuan Ziling rebelled, colluding with the right minister and a party to force him into the palace, and coercing the emperor to order the princes.

On the ninth day of December, the fourth prince Han Wang Xuanyuan Ziyu, and the seventh prince Li Wang Xuanyuan Zili led troops into the palace, joined forces with Yu Wang Yufengjin, and killed Xuanyuan Ziling and other thieves.

The setting sun was setting, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire imperial city red.

Inside and outside the palace, fighting continued.

In the Golden Luan Hall, there was a dead silence, and there was a strong and disgusting smell of blood everywhere. The ground was in a mess, and corpses were strewn all over the field, which was too horrible to look at.

On the blood-stained golden throne sat a cold man in a dark blue and gold thread robe.

Dazzling black hair covered his face, only two unusually cold and deep pupils were exposed, looking at the scene of the palace indifferently, the corners of his lips were half a smile, his right hand was tightly holding the blood-stained imperial sword , the whole body still exudes a terrifying murderous aura, ruthless.

The gorgeous dark blue brocade clothes and the golden armor on the chest were already soaked in the dazzling bright red blood. No one knew whether the blood was his own or someone else's.

Under the steps, Yu Fengjin, dressed in white and elegant, just quietly looked at Xuanyuan Ziyu, who was above the high position, without saying a word.

Even in such a bloodthirsty atmosphere, Yu Fengjin is still not stained with a trace of dust, the dim light of dusk shines on his delicate face, and that indifferent expression gives people the illusion for a moment, as if he It's not this mortal person, but an immortal who fell into the mortal world by chance.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother..." Xuanyuan Zili, who was dressed in silver iron armor and a red and silver cloak, hurried over with dozens of soldiers and several ministers.Among them, the clothes of most people are messy and tattered, with thick sweat and blood intertwined on their faces, obviously, they have also experienced a brutal fight just now.

Xuanyuan Ziyu on the dragon chair, when he heard Xuanyuan Zili's call, his eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. That smile released all his depression and showed his victory, but at the same time Helpless reveals a trace of sadness.

He got up slowly, picked up the imperial sword in his hand, pointed to Xuanyuan Ziling, who was wearing a yellow robe but had long been silent, at his feet, and said leisurely to the crowd without any sadness or sympathy, "Rebellious ministers, everyone Get it and kill it!"

Xuanyuan Zili, those ministers, and the soldiers behind them all knelt down straight, and repeated in unison, "Anyone who rebels is punished!"

And Yu Fengjin, who was indifferent as usual, has long since disappeared.

On December 41th, a generation of emperor Xuanyuanming passed away due to illness at the age of [-]. He left a will and passed on the throne to King Han-Xuanyuan Ziyu.

On December [-]th, Xuanyuan Ziyu officially ascended the throne, proclaiming himself Emperor Tianwu.

The new emperor ascended the throne, amnesty the world, and the crown prince Xuanyuan Zihao who was imprisoned in the Condensation Palace was also released.

Emperor Tianwu ordered Xuanyuan Zili to be the King of Yongle, Yu Fengjin to be the King of Xiaoyao, Xuanyuan Zihao to be the King of Changle, Han Muchen to be the Prime Minister of the Left, and Liu Mingjing to be the Prime Minister of the Right.

No one in the ruling and opposition parties is convinced.

So far, the civil strife in Beilan has ceased.

The cold wind was fierce and icy cold.

Beilan Kingdom ushered in the first heavy snow of the year, and the snowflakes like goose feathers splashed wantonly. In an instant, the entire imperial city turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

After Xuanyuan Ziyu went down to court, he withdrew the crowd and walked alone in the thick white snow.Pieces of snowflakes scattered on his hair and shoulders, and he ignored it as if he didn't know it.

As they walked, Xuanyuan Ziyu walked outside the Fengluo Hall. In the inner courtyard of the hall, a long white figure stood in the white snow, staring at the red plum that was being beaten by snowflakes. The white clothes are better than the snow, the plum red is embellished, and the picture is as beautiful as a fairyland.

"I thought you would never step here again in this life!" Yu Fengjin slowly turned around, and said to Xuanyuan Ziyu, there was a bit of sarcasm and disdain in that tone, and there was a trace of it. Inexplicable resentment, but that hatred is also faint and fleeting.

Xuanyuan Ziyu's eyes also stayed on the dazzling red plum, "I, also thought that I would never come again, but..."

"But, your heart can't allow you to forget, can't allow you to be so comfortable, can you?" Yu Fengjin looked at the gray sky and asked, as if asking Xuanyuan Ziyu, but also as if asking himself.

Xuanyuan Ziyu's eyes flickered, and he also looked at the sky, but he was silent.

"King Han, oh, no, I should call you 'Emperor' now." Yu Fengjin smiled lightly at Xuanyuan Ziyu.

"Feng Jin, are you determined to do this?" Xuanyuan Ziyu looked at Yu Fengjin and said sadly.

Yu Fengjin picked off a red plum, and said in a cold tone, "Your Majesty, I have helped you win the world and help you realize your greatest wish in this life. From now on, my Yu family will never owe the Han family and the Xuanyuan family any money." In love!"

Xuanyuan Ziyu looked at the deserted Fengluo Palace, with regret and pain in his eyes, "You want to find him?"

"This seems to have nothing to do with you, the emperor." The red plum in Yu Fengjin's hand was crushed into fine pieces in an instant.

"What if I don't let go?" Xuanyuan Ziyu turned around abruptly, with a murderous look looming.

Yu Fengjin sneered, "It doesn't matter if you don't let go, the person in his heart has never been you."

These words undoubtedly hurt Xuanyuan Ziyu's heart, "Then you are sure that the person in his heart is you?"

"Don't worry about it, Your Majesty, don't forget, you are the most unqualified person in the world to find him, aren't you?" Yu Fengjin's words once again sprinkled salt on Xuanyuan Ziyu's wound.

Two peerless men stared at each other with a cold gaze.

A person dressed in white is elegant, handsome and elegant, free and easy.

A golden honor, stern and extraordinary, noble and calm.

"I said, why are you two meeting each other again?" Xuanyuan Zili, who was dressed in a red brocade suit, walked in and immediately eased the tense atmosphere just now.

Yu Fengjin and Xuanyuan Ziyu turned around at the same time, shaking their sleeves, just like they were arguing when they were children.

Holding the blue-and-white jade fan in hand, Xuanyuan Zili also walked slowly under the red plum tree, looked at the dazzling and noble stamen, and said calmly, "Mingyi is back." His tone could not help but be excited.

The eyes of the two men trembled at the same time, their fists were clenched, and they were silently waiting for Xuanyuan Zili's next words.

"I found him..." Xuanyuan Zili's words seemed to come from far away, and Xuanyuan Ziyu and Yu Fengjin were speechless for a long time.

But, they all know that this time, none of them will let go.

In the first year of Tianwu, on the seventh day of March, Emperor Tianwu of Beilan Kingdom ordered to attack Muli Kingdom, the largest country in Mobei.

(End of this chapter)