Are you hungry for the throne?

The wind blows and the sleeves flutter.But no matter how twisted it was or how it was bewitched, it still didn't get off the plaque.

Everyone's eyes focused on this, their eyelids twitched, and they wished they could climb up the pillar and hook off that black sleeve!

This………

The ministers looked at each other: This... but, what should I do?

The ministers are dumb...

An Yuan looked at the black sleeves on the plaque, paused for a moment, and smiled instantly.The insidious person and the insidious look fade away, leaving only the beauties like demons who confuse people's hearts.

An Yuan seemed in a good mood, kicked Zhang He away, and wanted to lift his foot up the steps.At this time, that old hand grabbed his ankle.

Wang An paused with a smile, lowered his head, and the cold light in his eyes permeated people.

Gritting his teeth, his face trembled slightly.He first looked around at the officials who were quietly watching over, then firmly grasped An Yuan's ankle, and said:

"Even if King An accuses the old minister of treason, if he wants to get up to this level, he has to step on the old minister first! Pass! Go!"

The people around heard Mr. Zhang's words, and their eyes were slightly hot.Master Zhang!Full of righteousness and blood, a sincere heart!

After hearing this, An Yuan lowered his head to look at that Zhang He and raised his eyebrows:

"Tsk tsk...Since Mr. Zhang asked so," An Yuan smiled, and raised his foot and the hand holding his ankle to Zhang He's chest.

Zhang He was kicked by this kick, and knocked down the officer next to him with a grunt.This kick seemed to be kicked extremely hard, Zhang He showed pain on his face and kept coughing.

The gasp sounded again.

King An's kicking was not over yet, so he continued: "Then the king has fulfilled Master Zhang."

This time, the officials of the non-Anyuan faction were angry!All the ministers stood up and surrounded An Yuan!Some of this is true anger, and some are watching the excitement.Some really stepped forward, and some fanned the flames.

"King An! How dare you!"

"You are rebellious!"

……

"You want to go to the nave! Step on the old man first!"

Facing dozens of mouths, An Yuan didn't change his face.He casually lowered his eyes, playing with the hem of his clothes with his fingers.The eyes of the ministers around him were burning and their faces were red.Looking at that posture, I wish I could swallow An Yuan alive.

Veteran of the Three Dynasties, dare you?Your Majesty worships the ancestors, dare you?People with different surnames, dare you?

After listening for a while, An Yuan seemed impatient, and looked up at the black-clothed guard.The eight guards had to be ordered to step forward, and within a few moments, several of them were tied to the ground by their own belts.

Even if these people lay down on the ground, they were still relentless and still yelling.As for the rest of the people, there were those who stepped forward more excitedly, wishing to push away the guards and push King An into the coffin.There were also those who retreated slightly, as if they had never moved before.

An Yuan's order undoubtedly poured a spoonful of oil into the hearts of these angry ministers!Only he has the ability to make literati who have read poetry and books spit dirty words.At this time, spit was flying everywhere.The man who was bound on the ground wished he could spit on King An's feet.

"An Yuan! How dare you!"

"Despicable villain! Great treason!"

……

"You want to kill the king and usurp the throne!"

This last sentence was said by Zhang He who was sitting on the ground.After hearing this, An Yuan's expression finally changed. He tilted his head back, as if feeling the morning light, as if he was brewing anger.When An Yuan opened his eyes, the gloomy look seemed to drip water.

He parted his lips and whispered softly: Killing the king?

He stared at the few people who were tied to the ground, looked at the blushing face of the other party and said:

"Since you all want to be trampled over, this king will make it possible for you. Master Zhang, Lord Li, Lord Wang, let this king... line up~"

Anyuan's last note rises, both bad and nice.

The three people mentioned by An Yuan are Zhang He, Minister of Rites, Li Zhu, Zhang He's protégé, Zuo Shilang, and Wang Er, Minister of Officials, Zhang He's in-law.These are also the most violent of the three.

At this moment, the three of them were lined up in front of the steps by the guards in black.This look is like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

An Yuan's eyes swept over the crowd, and those who were angry and watching the excitement fell silent.Because of this look, it seems like a giant python is entangled and unable to breathe, and it seems like a sharp knife is out of its sheath, and the knife is slow.It seems that whoever dares to step forward to make a fuss will be ordered by King An to level the Taimiao.

But the three people on the ground were still yelling, trying to incite everyone's emotions.But after being warned by Wang An's glance, who would dare to step forward again?

An Yuan sneered, his gaze swept across the distance with a hint of deep meaning, and the bell rang again.

An Yuan stepped forward stepping on the sound point, even if Zhang He opened his eyes wide and cursed, he couldn't stop An Yuan.This scene will be forever remembered by those present.

An Yuan lifted his foot and stepped over Zhang He, and the black hem passed across Zhang He's face.Master Zhang's complexion was flushed, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.He rolled his eyes and pouted.

An Yuan went up the stairs, and none of the officials below dared to stop him.The whole body of Li and Wang trembled with anger, and the back of their heads touched the ground with a bang.

shame!Shame!

"It's the sky that's going to kill me!" Lord Wang cried out sadly, his voice hoarse.

After hearing this, King An smiled lightly and ignored it, just climbed up step by step, and the officials looked up at the nave.

Why is it that when the new emperor went up: half a moment seemed to have passed a Jiazi; when King An went up: half a moment was only in the blink of an eye?

An Yuan stood in front of the door of the nave, but he didn't look back to see what was going on behind him.After all, he has come up, how can those cowards pull him down?

Through the window paper, An Yuan could vaguely see the figure of the new emperor.That person is worshiping.

But what is there to worship?Can the living still ask for the blessing of the dead?An Yuan smiled nonchalantly, raised his hand and pushed the door open.

"Squeak... ah..."

The door rang again, An Yuan held the door with both hands.The sun shone in from outside, and the red python pattern on his robe was faintly visible.

An Yuan frowned as if he didn't like the sunshine, and then he stepped into the nave.

"Click... da"

The door is closed, and the sunlight is cut off from the door.

At this time, Yuan Qi had finished his last salute, he stood up, he turned around, the bright yellow moved slightly, and there was no difference in his eyes.It was as if he had known for a long time that King An would come in.

King An was two feet away from him. After entering the nave, this man showed no reverence on his face.An Yuan's performance seems to be contemptuous of the emperors of all dynasties, and also seems to have been here before.An Yuan didn't look around, just stared at him.

Although An Yuan's eyes and actions were disrespectful, Yuan Qi did not look away, nor did he lose his composure in front of his ancestors.

Being here, bearing this surname, shouldering this responsibility, for the country, for the people, for the Yuan clan, for himself, Yuan Qi will never admit defeat.In the future, everything will be under his control.

"King An shouldn't be here." Yuan Qi said, his voice was steady and cold.His face has a calmness that doesn't match his age, but no one can say "no" to him.

...Even if it's Anyuan.

"Why did His Majesty say that?"

The corners of An Yuan's eyes twitched slightly, like a spring spring water pouring down from the top of a mountain.

In the nave, there are portraits of ancestors one by one: from high to low, from old to new.The tablets of the ancestors range from dark to light and vary in size.They may have returned to the west long ago and no longer protected the junior, but the eyes of the people in the painting are piercing, as if staring at Dayue Mountain and River for the junior.

The new emperor and King An looked at each other, as if they were competing.One stands like a green pine, with a temperament like ice, like an unattainable immortal on the top of a cloud; the other is smiling and half leaning, with evil charm like fire, like Huangquan Shahua wantonly enchanting.

"Wang An is smart, how could he not know?"

At this moment, half of the nave: the sky is fixed and the earth is closed, and it will not melt for a long time. The remaining half: the red lotus of karma and eternal life.

Even though he was forced to come here, Yuan Qi still took it calmly.Obviously, he is not afraid of An Yuan.Even if there are rumors everywhere: King An wants the throne of emperor, soldiers and horses don't need to step into the capital.

Tap, tap, tap...the sound of Xindi's footsteps.

Yuan Qi turned around and went to the table, with his sleeves rolled up, and his hands dipped in cold water in the basin.The hands are slender but not slender, with thick calluses on the index and middle fingers.

An Yuan folded his arms, his eyes full of interest.It seems to be laughing, it seems to be watching a play.Yuan Qi has no similarities with his father Yuan Li.It seems that the third child is enough...

After drying his hands, Yuan Qi's body is slightly bent, and his fingers are fragrant.

燃…

Respect the incense with both hands until the eyebrows are at the same level, the lips move slightly, and the eyelashes tremble slightly.Finally, hold the incense and insert it into the incense burner.

An Yuan looked at the memorial tablet behind the censer, and his smile faded slightly.When he saw clearly the word "Yuan An" on the tablet, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.When he saw the blank picture scroll behind the tablet, his smile became a bit ferocious.

Then he finally stood up straight, raised his foot and walked towards Yuan Qi.Looking at that posture, it seems that he wants to kick the tablet and tear up the picture scroll.Or, want to kick this pretending new emperor into the mud.

At this time, Anyuan was much more serious than outside the hall.Contrary to Yuan Qi's steady walk, An Yuan walked quietly like leaves falling in the wind.

The pale and slender fingers came to the bright yellow man's shoulder.Looking closely, this hand is slightly bent, and it seems to be somewhat incomplete.

With that hand on his shoulder, Yuan Qi seemed to have a flying eagle in his eyes.No one has ever dared to treat him like this...

The hand on the shoulder was light in movement, but extremely heavy in strength.Yuan Qi's body didn't move at all, as if he wasn't bound by the gravity.

He turned his head and looked at An Yuan sideways until the other party's expression was no longer complacent, and the strength on his shoulder was exhausted.

In Yuan Qi's view, An Yuan is like a clown, looking for a sense of existence everywhere.If he is Anyuan and intends to be emperor.

Then he will kill all those who oppose him and step on the head of the former emperor to ascend the throne.He will let all those who oppose him and those who have different ideas remember this scene.What you want to do in the future, first think about whether your head can still stay safely on your neck.

But Anyuan didn't. He had an ambiguous attitude, making trouble for others and himself everywhere.Such a person who makes enemies everywhere and seems ruthless will not live long.Yuan Qi's eyes were gloomy, and there was a ghostly fire shaking inside.

The hand went over his shoulder to his left chest, the man looked at him with a smile and said:

"Your Majesty, it is better to pray for the blessings of the ancestors than to ask the ministers?"

"The dead...will not protect the living."

An Yuan slowly approached Yuan Qi, and said the rebellious words in a gentle tone.He seemed to be testing the new emperor's bottom line, his eyes and movements were all provocative.

After hearing this, Yuan Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze moved down slightly to An Yuan's hand.That hand was sickly pale like its owner, with several small bright scars on it.This hand seems to have a disability.

This kind of hand really doesn't look like the hand that the rich and powerful Wang An should have.But when Yuan Qi thought that An Yuan was picked up by his father, he felt relieved.At the same time, he was also a little curious, what kind of person was An Yuan before?

Seeing that Yuan Qi did not open his mouth, An Yuan moved closer.Yuan Qi bowed his head so close that he could touch Wang An's nose.

"Besides, according to seniority, His Majesty should be called a minister...the emperor..."

What An Yuan said seemed to amused him, and the smile in his eyes gradually became stronger.But Yuan Qi lowered his head because of these words.

The tip of the nose and the tip of the nose, rubbing the fluff.

The feeling of fineness and stars spread from the tip of the nose to the whole body, and the corners of An Yuan's lower eyes moved slightly.He seemed to feel uncomfortable, and wanted to pull back.

At this moment, a hand was held on his left shoulder.The strength was not great, but it made him unable to break free and move.

The two looked at each other without giving in.