His Royal Highness was abducted by the black-bellied hall master

But when they saw a young man in a black robe with a dark red moon flower pattern embroidered on it, walking towards the door.When the young man was followed by four guards, he believed that it was indeed the master of the Dark Moon Hall.

The young man had a handsome and delicate face, with a fierce look between his brows, and a pair of eyes that were as cold as ice springs, which made people shudder.This temperament is not ordinary people.

Looking at the four people behind him, they all have extraordinary bearing and seem to have high martial arts skills.

There were already snobbish ministers who wanted to go forward to strike up a conversation with Mo Yu, and the prime minister was no exception, but Mo Yu's eyes were always fixed on An Yehua who was sitting on the seat, and his whole body exuded an aura of indifference and alienation, so that they He wanted to speak up but dared not.

"I am here to congratulate His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on his birthday." Mo Yu smiled and said to the people seated, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

An Yehua felt that he couldn't see Mo Yu clearly at this moment at all, and couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

"Then those who come are all guests, and those who come, give the hall master a seat."

An Yehua had a smile on his face, but his heart was already turbulent.

He left Mo Yu without saying a word, wondering if Mo Yu would be sad or hate himself.But even if he wanted to hate himself, An Yehua would not regret it, because he didn't want to drag him down.

Even if he is the master of the Dark Moon Hall.In fact, he is just a young man, a fledgling, still unable to be watertight and sophisticated in his dealings with others.Besides, it's hard to say whether the entire Dark Moon Hall surrendered to him.

Mo Yu stared at the person in the chief seat with a pair of dark and deep eyes, and said: "I came here in a hurry today, and I didn't bring any valuable gifts. Please don't blame the Crown Prince."

An Yehua stared at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Wufang, the hall master's arrival is already adding luster to the banquet."

Mo Yu didn't say anything more, but chose a seat very close to An Yehua and sat down.

But he didn't keep staring at An Yehua as usual, but carefully sipped the tea in his hand, didn't speak, and exuded the aura that strangers should not enter. The people he strikes up.

An Yehua felt a little uncomfortable. In the past, when Mo Yu kept staring at him, he was unhappy, but now that he didn't stare at him, he felt empty in his heart, which was very unpleasant.

"His Royal Highness," the prime minister called, "Now His Majesty the Emperor is seriously ill. I don't know who will crown His Highness's weak crown ceremony?"

An Yehua clenched the wine glass tightly, he knew that the prime minister would use this as an excuse.

The coronation ceremony has always been presided over by the man's father since ancient times. If there is no father to preside over the coronation ceremony for him, it will have a very bad influence on him.

At this time, Princess Changping stepped forward: "I am Ye'er's older sister. Now that the emperor is seriously ill, I will preside over the coronation ceremony for Aye."

"Hmph," the prime minister sneered, "it's so so so if you're an older sister. There's never been such a precedent for an older sister crowning a younger brother."

Princess Changping was originally a master with a bad temper, so how could she hear other people's eccentric accusations: "There is no such precedent, so I will set such a precedent!"

When Princess Changping said this, the audience was in an uproar.

"From ancient times to the present, how can an elder sister crown a younger brother? It's too outrageous."

"Yeah, it's outrageous!"

An Yehua clenched his hands, and looked coldly at the ministers below who had different thoughts.