Emperor Chu was happy to see that Mrs.
Taishang was entangled with the imperial brother, and at this time, he was most afraid that someone would say that Xiao Yang was the prince of the imperial brother. :。
"Your Ministers obey."
Feng Xin motioned to Emperor Chu to take a look at the person who was obviously protecting, but was actually monitoring not far away, and said softly: "It's just that the minister thinks that it is not easy to move at this time, Dongchang will put on your liver and blood for you, and forget to die without complaining, and the minister is afraid that he will be killed without waiting for the minister to take action."
The voice became lower and lower, "It was discovered by King Yan." ” The rest of the words are self-evident, don't look at Xiao Yang has not returned to the capital until now, but he can completely control every move in the capital.
Once Feng Xin finds out the old emperor of the year, he will be discovered by Xiao Yang before he can kill him, not to mention that Xiao Yang is on fire at this time, and Emperor Chu has done too much not to leave a full excuse for Xiao Yang to abolish the emperor.
Emperor Chu walked into the palace in a dejected manner.
Feng Xin followed closely behind him, the old emperor still had to investigate, and the investigation with great fanfare was a gift from the Feng family to Xiao Yang, even if King Yan might not be rare.
He expects that King Yan will be the prince of the first emperor, and a master like the first emperor will only end up with a stupid son to continue the bloodline, and God is really not long-sighted.
King Yan's bearing and pride are a little similar to the first emperor, the first emperor is more generous and merciful, and Xiao Yang is more Feng Xin thinks of those heads, Rao is Dongchang is not as cruel and violent as King Yan.
After the Xiao family's uncles and nephews competed, the nobles of the capital, the civil and military officials, and the common people seemed to have been drained of all their voices, and every household, whether high or low, closed their doors tightly, and they didn't talk when they went out.
There seemed to be a sword dripping blood and flickering cold light in the sky above the capital, and only King Yan could control the sword that could take people's lives anytime and anywhere.
They were not only looking forward to King Yan's return to Beijing as soon as possible, but also afraid that King Yan would suddenly start a killing spree, which would make the haze condensed over the capital even thicker The taste of waiting for the result of life and death is really grinding, but who dares to accuse King Yan of accompanying Princess Yan in the suburbs of Beijing to be obsessed with beauty Among them, Xiao Yue's life was the most difficult, in the past, after he failed, Xiao Yang would always punish him, either kneeling in the ancestral hall, or whipping, or forcing him to divide the elite soldiers and hand them over to Xiao Yan, the grandson of the long house, and never ignored him like this time.
The Jingbei Hou Mansion was not surrounded by Xiao Yang's people, and the servants and Xiao Yue's people entered and exited the Hou Mansion smoothly, but the Jingbei Hou seemed to be pressed under the guillotine, and everyone looked solemn and nervous, full of sadness and horror that would be wiped out at any time.
Xiao Yue is better than dead, and one after another worse news comes in without falling, and the very important people in the clan who supported him in the past frequently reprimanded him for forgetting his roots and ruining the reputation of the Xiao family.
Someone has already blatantly deposed Xiao Yue's position as the patriarch in tandem, and asked him to take the initiative to return the title of Marquis of Jingbei to Xiao Yan, the grandson of Changfang.
Xiao Yue was not mentally ill and lay on the soft collapse, his empty eyes passed over the elders and clansmen who kept arguing, and looked at the withered yellow trees in the courtyard, the sky was gray, and it was going to snow again, and he couldn't believe how he had failed and lost all his capital.
Mrs.
Tai cried: "How can you lay the foundation of the Xiao family so without conscience, the people of the rich Xiao family are our master, and they are the biological father of Brother Yue, without him, how can I get the dignity of the Xiao family and not let Brother Yue be the master, who is still qualified" "It was passed on to Brother Yue'er and his father back then, just because Brother Yan was still young and couldn't support the Xiao family, and now Brother Yan is married and has children, and the title should also be returned to the orthodox Changfang lineage."
"That's it, that's it, don't forget that Xiao Yue is the son of Zai Jiao's wife, which is equivalent to a concubine, and he has a lineage that will not be passed on, and if he continues to make trouble, the Xiao family will be despised and have no rules, no matter how rich and luxurious he is, he will not have the demeanor of the family."
Xiao Yang is a stove keeper in the Xiao family, his status is noble, and his title is King Yan, he definitely doesn't look down on the patriarch, nor does he look down on the title of marquis.
"Brother Yan has been quite competitive over the years, whether it is riding and archery kung fu, or leading troops to fight, he is outstanding, and after the training of the fourth master, it is appropriate to inherit the Xiao family."
The clansmen retorted to Mrs.
Tai with gossiping.
Xiao Yue ignored his mother's gaze for help, and without his uncle's acquiescence, Xiao Yan alone would not be able to gather so many people.
Uncle is sneering at the loss of what he owns, "Enough, enough" He stopped the quarrelsome crowd, who used to meet in front of him, groveling, saying that he was the master of the Xiao family, and could make the Xiao family the most honorable royal family.
Today, he spat foul language, tried his best to belittle him, and ridiculed his biological mother for remarrying, "Brother Yan wants to let him tell me directly, and it is not your turn to tell the truth about our grandson." ” Xiao Yue lost to Uncle Xiao, but he didn't lose to this group of wall grass, cowardly and incompetent.
"I'm not in good health, the title will be passed on sooner or later, Brother Yan is more outstanding than my two sons, and it's not impossible for the marquis title to be passed on to him."
"Brother Yue."
Mrs.
Tai threw herself in front of Xiao Yue, eager to cover Xiao Yue's mouth, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Are you confused?"
Xiao Yue said slowly: "I have long been disheartened and unable to support the Xiao family, it is better to hand over the title as soon as possible, Brother Yan is a competitive person, and I can rest assured that the Xiao family will hand it over to him." ” Then, no matter how Mrs.
Tai shouted and cried, Xiao Yue closed her eyes tightly, as if she had fallen asleep.
The clansmen who were arguing just now glanced at each other, both surprised that Xiao Yue happily agreed, and a little afraid of Xiao Yue, who seemed to be weak and devastated, they still remembered Xiao Yue's domineering when he was in the limelight, "I'll go and talk to Brother Yan about your body first, and Brother Yan will inherit the title in the future, and I still need some advice from your own uncle." ” "Don't go, don't go."
Mrs.
Tai wanted to chase them back, but her arms were grabbed by Xiao Yue, who had her eyes closed, and seeing that people couldn't call them back, she sat down dejectedly, "How can you say that the title was passed down by your father, why should you give it to Xiao Yan?"
"Mother, leave her son a bit of dignity."
A faint loneliness appeared on Xiao Yue's lips.
"Xiao Yang did such a thing, how can we have a decent brother, without the title, we will have nothing left, why didn't you think of today when you did that?"
Mrs.
Tai slapped her son's chest hard, choked up and cried: "What kind of decency is not as decent as decent, I only know that I am Mrs.
Hou Fu, how can Xiao Yan be worthy of being a faceless and skinless slut to be Hou Ye said that I am Zai Jiao, Xiao Yan's mother was coquettish back then, and she did everything to steal her brother-in-law, who knows if Xiao Yan is the seed of the Xiao family." ” Stealing the little uncle Xiao Yue stopped the absurd thought, "I don't give up the title, I don't satisfy my uncle, he won't leave me a way to live, mother, don't you understand the reason why you don't have to worry about the lack of firewood, not to mention that even if Xiao Yan inherits the title, I will always be his uncle, and I can earn the prince by myself." ”: