Princess, your prime minister has run away again

This morning, compared to usual, it seems a bit lively.

"Your Majesty, I have a copy of the instructions." Left Minister Yang Yan took a step forward with a jade wat in his hand.

"Left Prime Minister, please speak." The emperor sat on the dragon chair in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a look of majesty and unquestionable eyes.

"I think that for the long-term stability of our Dongyue country, the emperor should confer the title of crown prince and select the crown prince." Yang Yan's words were straightforward without any scruples.

The emperor's eyes are half-closed, you Yang Yan, and you forced me to establish a crown prince, and the memorial is not enough, and you actually move it to the court to talk about it, can't we chat in private?

"What does Prime Minister Zuo think of my sons?" The emperor looked directly at Yang Yan below, and threw the question back.

Yang Yan directly dismissed the emperor with the sentence "I dare not speculate", and the emperor walked away in a huff.

After the court hastily dispersed, Aunt Wei from Concubine Hui's Palace came to spread the word, saying that the Sixth Princess missed her grandfather very much, and asked Mr. Zuoxiang to come over.

Huaqing Palace.

The imperial concubine sat quietly on the main seat drinking tea, and the emperor sat aside and kept talking about how Zuo Xiang forced him to make a crown prince. If the officials saw the aggrieved tone, they would be shocked.

"My concubine, you don't know that Prime Minister Zuo forced me to establish a crown prince in the court today, saying that if he does not establish a crown prince, he will not be able to govern the country..."

"I'm just suggesting, not forcing, the emperor speaks carefully." Yang Yanzhong's angry voice sounded at the door.

"Father." The imperial concubine put down the teacup and smiled slightly.

"The imperial concubine should also persuade the emperor that the establishment of the crown prince should not be postponed any longer."

Although Yang Yan is a relative of the emperor, he has never put this matter on airs, and has always acted on the principle of doing things in his position, which is why the emperor values ​​him.

"Nanliang has been acting frequently recently. I'm afraid he is planning something. The emperor should make preparations as soon as possible to prevent Nanliang's surprise attack." Yang Yan talked about another matter after persuading the emperor to appoint a prince, and his face became more serious. .

The emperor also straightened his face and frowned. In the past few years, although the four kingdoms seemed to be peaceful, in fact they were constantly fighting secretly, but no one was willing to break through this layer of window paper, and the superficial harmony was always maintained.

As soon as Ye Jinhuang entered the door, he saw Yang Yan with a serious face. He trembled and subconsciously wanted to run away.

"Qingle, where are you going?" However, the emperor didn't like her, how could I let me bear the pressure of the left minister alone?

Ye Jinhuang, who had already stepped out of the palace gate with one foot, froze in place, turned his head slowly and stiffly, and looked at the emperor who was gloating at his misfortune, his eyes almost burst into flames.

How dare you drag her into the water, father, you wait!

"My son... My son is suddenly a little cold, and I want to go back to the palace and put on some clothes." Ye Jinhuang replied, while peeking at Yang Yan who was looking at him.

"How can it be cold in this summer? Could it be that he is sick?" Looking at Ye Jinhuang who was nervous and frightened, Prime Minister Zuo sighed inwardly, and asked in a caring tone.

Ye Jinhuang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hands: "No, I'm not sick."

"Since you're not sick, why are you cold? How did the truth tell you to practice the one hundred sheets of paper?" Zuo Xiang stared, and Ye Jinhuang stood up straight in fright.

Character?what word?

Seeing Ye Jinhuang's puzzled face, the emperor on the main seat laughed even more happily, haha, Qingle is over.

The imperial concubine glared at him, then restrained herself a little.

After searching the depths of her memory, Ye Jinhuang's face gradually collapsed.

Looking at Ye Jinhuang's face, Yang Yan knew that she must have forgotten, so he snorted coldly: "It seems that there are too few, so add another three hundred."

At the same time, Yunlu Palace.

A woman in pink palace attire is holding scissors and is trimming the extra flower branches in the vase, while a palace lady in green stands respectfully aside.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zuo Xiang proposed the establishment of a crown prince in the court today. It seems that the emperor is planning to make a decision."

"Has the prince come?" Concubine Min handed the scissors to the maid at the side, looked at it for a while, and then put the vase on the shelf by the door in satisfaction.