I am the only one in the world without Su [Quick Transmigration]

Su Zhuolo looked at him twice, and said calmly, "I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The emperor had been ill for a long time, so the prince was supposed to oversee the country, but Su Zhuoye handed over this right to King Yao, who was the prince's Nine Emperor Uncle Su Zhuolo.

The prince has just turned sixteen this year, and this one is only seven years older than him.

The smile on the corners of Chen Jun's lips deepened, he was quite clear about the prince's character, although he was respectful to King Yao on the surface, but in his heart he had long been resentful of Su Zhuolo's repeated meddling in political affairs.

"Uncle Huang just went to Yangqing Palace? I don't know how the father is doing now?"

Su Zhuolo shook his head: "Your Majesty, he just vomited blood."

Chen Jun made a heartbroken look, held his hand, and sighed: "Father has been lingering on the sick bed for the past two years. The situation is good and bad. As a son of man, there is nothing we can do..."

Su Zhuolo looked at the hands they held together calmly, and took a step back: "Your Highness, don't sigh. Your Majesty is my imperial brother, and my elder brother is like a father. I feel the same way."

Chen Jun smiled at him and said, "I'm going to see my father, so I won't send my uncle off."

"Your Highness can do as you please."

Chen Jun turned around and led everyone away.

Su Zhuolo glanced at the palm of his hand, then raised his head to look at the deep palace and towers in the distance, the corners of his lips did not move, but there was a trace of clarity in his eyes.

Chen Jun returned to his room, thinking about the short meeting just now, he was deeply relieved, Su Zhuo still remembered him when he saw him.

The letter has already been delivered, and now we have to wait for tomorrow's arrangements.

The person the emperor wants to guard against should not be Su Zhuolo, but Li Wang, the fifth son of the first emperor, who is also a vassal.

Although Su Zhuolo has the largest private army among the vassal kings, he is young after all, unlike the Li Wang, who has been in the army for many years and has great prestige in the army. Many generals have received his favor.

But this time, the King Li had brought his private soldiers to the capital in the name of King Qin, that's why the emperor was so worried.

But as far as Chen Jun knew, not only King Li, but several other feudal lords had no less than [-] private soldiers, including Su Zhuolo.

The turmoil behind this was beyond his expectation.

The sky is dark.

Su Zhuolo was sitting in front of the desk, the warm yellow light of the candle was intermittently blown by the wind outside the window, when suddenly a person appeared in front of him.

A man in black and a veil.

"My lord, something happened in the palace, that one has already..."

Su Zhuolo waved his hand, and said calmly: "I understand, now I want you to do something. Tomorrow you choose ten of the worst guards to follow me."

"Master...?"

"King Li's prestige in the army is too high, and his heart has long been different. The emperor has long been unable to tolerate him. He will ascend the throne tomorrow..." Su Zhuolo sneered, "Do as I say."

"Yes." The man in black bowed his head to accept the order, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Su Zhuolo stared quietly at the candle for a long time, then put a white note on it, and watched him burn to ashes.

He stood up, took off the silver-gray girdle around his waist, took off the silk brocade robe on his body, changed into a formal suit, and waited for the palace to pass the decree.

The night is not a clear sky, the dark weather is the eve of the rainstorm.

The prince, the six vassal kings, and many courtiers all knelt outside the palace.

Rain, began to pour.

Director Sun walked out of the palace gate with the imperial decree, his face was wet.

"Your Majesty's last edict is here, and everyone listens to it."

"...I have been in power for many years, and the national security has not been disturbed. My eldest son, Su Jin, has both ability and political integrity, and is humble and respectful. Now he will pass on the throne to the crown prince. I hope that the kings and ministers will assist the new emperor with all their heart... However, the crown prince is young. I am determined to appoint Yao Wang Su Zhuolo as the regent, assist the new emperor to ascend the throne, and take over the government temporarily..."

The sound of rain pattered, but it did not suppress the turmoil caused by this will.

Li Wang Su Zhuolie's complexion is not pretty.

In terms of age and seniority, he is no stronger than Su Zhuolo, but now, it is obvious that the emperor is guarding against him, but does he think that Su Zhuolo and the prince can deal with him together?

King Li sneered, and turned his head to look at Su Zhuolo who was kneeling beside him.

King Yao lowered his head, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, rainwater was hanging from his long eyelashes, and with a slight movement, it fell down, like tears in a trance.

The golden court dress was already soaked, the same color straps outlined his slender waist, the rain slid from his face into the neckline, Su Zhuolie's heart tightened inexplicably as he watched, and he couldn't help turning his head away.

After receiving the will, everyone got up from the ground, and all kinds of complex eyes were focused on Su Zhuolo, envious, jealous, and ingratiating, but he just didn't realize it.

Su Zhuolo put his hands behind his back, looked at the tear-stained prince, thought for a while, and finally walked over.

"My lord, my condolences."

Su Jin glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Uncle Emperor, you will help me, won't you?"

Su Zhuolo lowered his eyes and said, "Your Highness has orders, and I will obey them naturally."

Hearing the words, the prince seemed to be very grateful and heaved a sigh of relief.

His eyes were tightly locked on King Yao, and he said warmly: "It's raining so hard, why don't Uncle Huang go to my palace to change?"

Su Zhuolo shook his head: "No need."

"Is the emperor still thinking about the dispute with Jin'er the day before yesterday?" The prince lowered his head and bowed to him, his lowered eyes were gloomy and cold, but his voice was gentle: "Jin'er is young after all, and he has to rely on the emperor's uncle for many things. !"

Su Zhuolo pinched his fingers and said, "Lead the way."

Su Jin turned around with a sneer in his heart. As expected, his Uncle Nine Emperors was always so domineering. Even he, the prince who was about to ascend the throne, probably didn't pay much attention to him.

Su Zhuolo changed into a moon-white silk dress and sat quietly in front of the table with a porcelain-white cup on her fingertips. Taking advantage of her complexion like white jade, it was moist and delicate, and under the bright light, it gave off a very warm light.

The long hair like ink ingots is not yet dry, and it is wet behind her back, and the broken hair on the forehead is also tangled into a few strands, hanging by the ears, but the cheeks are extremely fair, black and white, clearly distinct and profound.

Su Jin stared at him in a daze for a long time, but couldn't recover for a while.

He knew that his imperial uncle was born very well, and his mother and concubine were the beauties who were the most honored and favored in the three palaces, but Su Zhuolo was only worse than nothing, but he was usually cold-faced and imposing. Ling Qiang scared off those greedy people.

The prince lowered his eyes, and a thought that he couldn't even predict had occurred in his heart.

Su Zhuolo noticed his gaze and turned to look at him.

The light from the candlelight hit the side face, casting a faint shadow, which gave a delicate and gentle illusion.

Su Jin walked over with a smile, took the glass, poured a glass of wine, and handed it over.

"It's cold, wine can warm you up."

Su Zhuolo took it, wiped her lips and put it down.

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb His Highness's rest."

Su Jin frowned, and persuaded, "Why is the uncle so disrespectful?"

Su Zhuolo stood up and reminded: "Tomorrow is the day of Your Highness's enthronement, Your Highness should rest early!"

After finishing his words, he walked out without stopping.

Su Jin saw it, but sneered in his heart, it doesn't matter, Uncle Nine Emperors, we have a bright future ahead.

The rain had just stopped outside, and the wind was still cold, but the expression on Su Zhuolo's face was even colder. It was already the third watch when he returned to Yaowang's mansion.

The moment Su Zhuolo put his hand on the bedroom, he paused, and then pushed it away.

Looking at the man standing with his hands behind his back in the dark room.

Su Zhuolo said in a deep voice, "Encourage the king."

"I came back in the middle of the night, brother Jiuhuang finally discussed with the prince how to deal with this king?"

"The crown prince doesn't get along with me, so King Li probably doesn't know about it!"

Su Zhuolie sneered: "Who knows if it's just pretending to be incompatible." He glanced at the clothes on Su Zhuolo, and said ironically, "He saw that you were soaked in the rain, so he specially invited you to change in his palace, huh , why didn't he invite me by the way?"

Su Zhuolo walked into the room, sat down on his own, poured a glass of water, but didn't say a word.

Li Wang frowned: "Are you acquiescing?"

Su Zhuolo looked up at him: "Brother Wu Huang, there are some things you shouldn't question me about."

"What do you mean?"

Su Zhuolo looked at the tea in the cup, but didn't drink it.

"In terms of qualifications and merits, the position of regent is really not my turn, but the emperor's will is like this. You can't be clear about the meaning of it, so why try it!"

Su Zhuolie paused after hearing the words, and after a while, asked: "Then Ninth Brother, where do you stand?"

"My side." King Yao said slowly.

Su Zhuolo felt that what he said was very sincere and truthful, but in Li Wang's view, it was just an excuse.

He flicked his sleeves coldly, "Since that's the case, I won't stay any longer."

Su Zhuolo watched him leave, exerted a little force with his fingertips, and the cup shattered in his hand, and the tea splashed all over the floor.

"You have to speed up, you can't waste too much time in these worlds."

As he said this, a gleam of silver light flowed in his eyes.

On the other hand, Chen Jun was also thinking, he is not someone who pins all his hopes on others, and after experiencing the last world, although he believed in Su Zhuolo's ability, he did not dare to believe in his luck .

For some things, you still have to rely on yourself.

Chen Jun looked at the table of things he tossed out, and smiled in satisfaction.

Medical skills are sometimes very critical skills. His ability to cure diseases and save people is average, but he has recorded the poison formulas of Su Fuyao from the previous world in his mind. His photographic memory is so good, even if he just scanned A few glances, but now I can recall a good memory.

Chen Jun looked at a red wooden box in his hand and sighed inexplicably.

Unlike the last time, he had gained a lot of trust from the emperor this time, so he was also informed of their real plan.

It was different from the rebellion he had thought before.

Everything was just a play directed and acted by the emperor himself. He was afraid of encouraging Wang Su Zhuolie for a long time, but he just took this opportunity to set up a frame and wanted to get rid of him to pave the way for the crown prince.

Whether it was himself as the prince's substitute or the so-called assassins, they were all arranged early.

Chen Jun sighed, he was really a complete victim last time.

The emperor is ruthless, brotherly rival.

He was deeply aware of it.

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