ALL NOVEL Chapter 48
Chapter 48: Uncle, Want To Hug (2)
Just when they fought so badly, the late emperor died.
The Prime Minister held a paper of edict, announcing that the original owner would inherit the throne.
Everyone was stunned.
The original owner took the last emperor’s edict in a dizzy head, and ascended the throne in a confused way.
No one would have imagined that the seventeenth prince, who had never fought or robbed, had almost no sense of existence, would finally take the position of the ninth-five prince.
In fact, these are just moves made by the ambitious Prime Minister.
In order to ascend the throne justifiably, the Prime Minister chose a weak prince as a puppet emperor, paving the way for him to seek power and usurp the throne later.
Obviously, the Prime Minister succeeded.
Although the original owner was respected as the emperor, he had no real power in his hands, and he was eating, drinking, and having fun all day long.
The innocent and harmless original owner naturally could not see the plan of the Prime Minister, and even regarded the Prime Minister as his backbone. In the court, he would seek the Prime Minister’s opinion at every turn, and he had no opinion of his own.
When the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were drawn over by the Prime Minister, the original owner, the little emperor, could be considered a leader.
The original owner’s fate was tragic.
The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed.
Feng Qian is now in a timeline where the little emperor has just ascended the throne for half a year.
God of War, the king of Zhenbei, returned from a great victory against foreign enemies, and the little emperor specially held a banquet today to celebrate it.
[Ding Dong ~ Side Mission: Stop the Prime Minister from conspiracy to usurp the throne. 】
Feng Qian blinked, the little emperor in the bronze mirror was beautiful, with red lips and white teeth.
Three thousand ink silk was coiled on top of his head.
The palace maid Fu Shuzheng gave Feng Qian a Mian. The glazed beads are woven into a crown curtain on the Mian, and when it is shaken lightly, it will make a ding-dong sound.
Fushu stepped aside and said respectfully, “Your Majesty, Fushu will change your clothes for you.”
The little emperor blinked, gave a faint “um”, and slowly got up from the soft seat.
Feng Qian slowly opened his arms.
Fu Shu took the gorgeous and delicate dragon robe on the gilt tray and carefully dressed it for the little emperor.
Feng Qian glanced at each other lightly.
Fushu is the confidant of the original mistress and concubine, and she is about the same age.
Even though he was a confidant, Fushu didn’t know that the original owner was a daughter.
After the death of the original mistress and concubine, Fushu followed the original master and was loyal.
The little emperor spoke lightly, and his voice was indistinguishable and somewhat soft.
“thanks.”
Fushu looked at the little emperor with a bit of flattery, and the other party looked at him with flat eyes, his face was like jade.
She bowed her head and bowed her knees slightly, “Your Majesty can’t do it. The status of a servant is low, and she just did what she should do.”
Feng Qian didn’t speak, just lowered his head and quietly glanced at the gorgeous and delicate dragon robe on his body.
Pretty heavy.
Mian on her head pressed her head, a little heavy.
The little emperor is wearing a bright yellow dragon robe with bright colors. The dragon pattern on the cuff is very delicate and beautiful. The dark golden dragon pattern on the robe is vivid, and it seems that it is possible to transform into a dragon at any time and emerge from the clouds.
Eunuch Su walked in from outside the hall and said with a choked voice, “The servant greets His Majesty.”
The little emperor turned to look at each other, and his voice was neither cold nor indifferent: “No courtesy.”
Eunuch Su grabbed the whisk in his hand and walked quickly to Feng Qian’s side. His shrill voice was a little anxious: “Please move your Majesty to the Qianqing Palace as soon as possible, the time for the reception of the king of Zhenbei is almost here.”
Feng Qian nodded, and assisted the little emperor to walk out of the palace and boarded the emperor’s exclusive jade carriage.
The soft couch on the jade carriage is covered with fluffy cushions.
Feng Qian sat up and blinked.
so soft~
Well, she is very satisfied with this plane.
The status of the emperor is particularly good.
system:”……”
It’s over, the host’s lazy cancer has started to attack again!
The jade chariot moved forward steadily, and the little emperor leaned on the soft couch, feeling a little dazed.
After a stick of incense, the jade carriage arrived at the Qianqing Palace, and the servant slowly put down the jade carriage and stepped aside respectfully.