Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

When the morning court session began, Yan Fu was carried onto the high dragon throne.

Sitting on it, the twelve-year-old man was as small as a child. With his thin arms stretched out, his hands could barely reach the armrests on both sides.

He held the armrests tightly, his back leaning against the straight back of the dragon chair. His two thin legs could not reach the ground and were suspended in the air, making his breathing even more unstable.

This was the first time he had left someone's arms in more than a decade.

Before, except when he was sleeping, there were palace servants serving him when he was awake, to help him move or support his body to prevent him from exerting too much effort.

Tears welled up in his eye sockets.

I can’t cry. My mother said that I can’t cry when I become an emperor.

He is the king of a country. How can a king shed tears in front of his subjects?

But he really wanted to cry!

He was afraid. Hundreds of people in front of him were moving, kneeling and standing up, standing up and kneeling again, in response to the singing. His vision gradually became blurred.

The person below was kneeling and standing up and shouting something so loud that his heart beat like thunder.

His heart was beating so fast, too fast to stop, as if it wanted to beat as many times as it was supposed to in its lifetime.

His hands gripping the handle gradually lost strength and his body could no longer stand straight.

However, my mother said that I must keep my back straight, otherwise the ministers below would look down on me.

too tired!

too difficult!

He couldn't sit still anymore, really, he really couldn't sit still anymore!

I'm sorry! Mother, I can't let you have your wish.

My son felt very uncomfortable sitting on the dragon throne, and his head hurt from listening to the voices of the people below.

My son is very tired. He wants to sleep and go back to his bedroom to sleep.

He closed his eyes, his back still straight, his little hands tightly grasping the armrests, not daring to change his posture in the slightest.

It's just that he's too tired, he needs to rest...

The officials performed the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows to the new emperor. The chief eunuch Liu stood on the high platform. After the last "stand", the officials stood in line, waiting for the new emperor's instructions.

There was silence in the Qinzheng Hall. The bold officials raised their heads and looked at the small body sitting on the dragon throne. Although they were full of disdain, he was the king of a country after all, so they were full of sincerity and did not dare to overstep the mark in the slightest. They all stood in an orderly manner.

Eunuch Liu turned sideways to the little man on the high chair.

His eyes were closed, his expression was calm, his lips were tightly closed, his face was still as pale as paper, his hands were holding the armrests tightly, and his back was straight.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I didn’t embarrass myself in the first level.

"His Majesty"!

He called out softly, signaling the new emperor to open his eyes and speak.

Yesterday, he taught for a full two hours before the new emperor memorized the words he would have to respond to today.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are waiting to hear your lecture."

Eunuch Liu reminded again in a low voice.

The hall was unusually quiet. All officials ignored etiquette and looked up at the dragon throne.

The little man still sat quietly, without any reaction.

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Liu's voice sounded a little anxious.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand and pushed gently, indicating that the new emperor should open his eyes.

As he exerted force, the new emperor Yan Fu's body tilted to one side and nestled in the large dragon throne.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Loud shouts rang out one after another in the hall.

Eunuch Liu stretched out his trembling hands to the new emperor's face and sniffed his breath. The hall consciously became quiet.

"Your Majesty, the funeral is over!"

Eunuch Liu fell to his knees.

His old body could no longer support himself and he fainted with his head tilted.

"His Majesty!"

The officials in the hall knelt on the ground and cried, not knowing whether it was for the villain on the stage, the precarious Bei Yan, or their own unknown fate.

The changes in the previous dynasty soon spread to the harem.

Concubine Lu cried out and fainted, and the harem fell into chaos again.

The sick prince died in the dragon chair before the morning court on the first day after he ascended the throne. The news spread immediately throughout the streets and alleys of the royal capital. The people sighed and worried about their own fate.

Less than ten days later, the death knell of the Beiyan Palace rang again.

The Ministry of Rites had experience this time, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs cooperated and acted quickly. The white flags and white lanterns that had just been taken down in the entire imperial city were hung up again. The monks invited from the Huguo Temple once again chanted sutras all night long. The palace became quiet again. The palace servants were all very careful with their actions, and no one dared to frown at this time. Even though no one in the palace dared to act like the master now, they all closed the doors and no one dared to step out of their palace without being summoned.

The royal capital was in a desolate state. Except for shops selling necessities such as food, clothing, housing, transportation and emergencies, all other shops were closed with thick door panels.

Everyone hid in their mansions and dared not go out easily. The soldiers patrolling the streets had been completely replaced by the army of the Three Kingdoms.

During this period, more than 200,000 troops from the three countries entered the capital one after another, far exceeding the capital's original guard force.

At this time, with the passing of two emperors, the Beiyan soldiers no longer had any intention of raising their swords.

Without any imperial edict or order, no one wanted to step forward. Everyone just huddled obediently in the areas designated by the generals of the Three Kingdoms. After being disarmed, they just lay there or sat there all day, eating and waiting to die.

Another seven days passed, the royal capital was deserted and desolate, and everyone was in danger.

The new emperor was hastily buried. Xiao Qing led all the ministers to kneel outside Changchun Palace and request to see the Empress Dowager.

In half a month, Empress Dowager Yue had aged ten years, with white hair appearing on her temples. Although her hair was still combed meticulously, she looked listless and seemed to lack strength.

Concubine Lu fell ill due to the extreme joy and sorrow. The careful care she had given to the emperor over the years was suddenly shattered with the sudden death of the new emperor.

The imperial physician said that even if the person survived, he might still be confused.

There was a saying among the palace people that Concubine Lu had gone crazy. She hugged a pillow all day long, calling out the new emperor's nickname, day and night, and was rarely awake.

The tenth princess, Yan Zhi, was unhappy and no longer chattering as usual. She stayed in Rongzhi Palace all day and refused to see anyone. Even Cang Min's request to see her was rejected by the palace maids under her instruction.

The ministers knelt on the ground for an hour. Some of the older ones could no longer straighten their backs, and the door of Changchun Palace was still tightly closed.

"Mr. Prime Minister, what should we do if the Queen Mother refuses to see us?"

The Minister of Rites is the busiest person recently and is the one closest to Prime Minister Xiao.

He strongly supported Prime Minister Xiao's decision and hoped to live a stable life as soon as possible.

"No, Beiyan is leaderless now, and the Queen Mother can't just sit back and watch."

While everyone was anxiously waiting, Empress Dowager Yue sat alone in the front hall, with her head lowered, sitting silently.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the closed window. She raised her head, revealing a pair of indifferent and wise eyes. There were a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, making her look a little haggard.

She took a deep breath and slowly straightened up.

Her hands tapped lightly on the table, and an old palace maid immediately bowed and trotted over from behind the screen.

"Madame Liu, go open the door and invite them in."

"Yes!"

Nanny Liu trotted all the way and slowly opened the door from the inside.

More than a dozen people kneeling on the ground straightened up immediately and looked towards the hall eagerly.

"Mr. Prime Minister, the Queen Mother invites you all in to talk."

Dozens of people helped each other to stand up. The older ones stood there for a long time before tentatively taking a step forward. They lined up according to their official positions and bowed to enter the hall.

"Greetings to the Queen Mother!"

Everyone knelt on the ground again in unison.

"Stand up!"

Empress Yue spoke lazily and sat there motionless.

The officials stood in line, bowed their heads, and waited for a representative to state their ideas for a meeting.

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother, we beg Your Majesty to make a decision. What should we do with Beiyan's current situation?"

Xiao Qing stood up and expressed everyone's thoughts.

Beiyan is now in a state of disarray.

Although they still hold official positions, the entire capital is under the control of the Three Kingdoms. Who can they serve?

Who is in charge?

"What does the Prime Minister mean?"

Empress Dowager Yue pondered for a moment and then asked with a cold tone.

"I would like to ask the Queen Mother if you can allow His Royal Highness Cangmin, the Prince Consort, to come forward and meet His Majesty Dongcang to hear what their rules are?"

Xiao Qing did not shirk his responsibility and directly stated his intention.

During this half month, no one could see His Majesty the Three Kingdoms and Miss Baili Qianyou.

They stayed indoors in the inn and didn't know what they were studying.

He requested to meet the Queen several times, but was rejected by the guard Xiuzhu. Until now, no one could think of a solution, so he had to ask the Queen for help.

"The future consort Cang Min is the Prince of Ning of Dongcang. He should be able to meet with the Emperor of Dongcang and ask him to coordinate and ask what the three kingdoms think of Beiyan."

Now, with no way forward or backward, Bei Yan is like a pig on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered, and everyone is very nervous.

"Madam Liu, ask Eunuch Bai to invite the future prince consort over."

"Yes!"

Nanny Liu stepped back, and everyone waited for Cang Min to arrive. The hall was completely silent.