The next morning, all officials gathered in front of Qianyuan hall.

Jiang ran, who had not been on the morning show for a long time, suddenly announced that he would take part in the great court meeting. No one dared to slack off.

Among the crowd, Huo Mingxin, dressed in a bright red official robe, is in high spirits.

He is less than 40 years old this year, but he still holds great power. He has the prestige of one person under ten thousand people. All this is due to Jiang Ran's support.

But now Huo Mingxin has no such idea.

Looking back on the time when he went out to burn slaves with Chen fan, what Huo Mingxin wanted was a better life. He just wanted to be superior and not be sneered at by others.

Now, everything has been achieved by his own efforts, and even can be said to be extraordinary.

Today, all the officials and generals of the great Xuan, or the generals who had been sent abroad, all made friends with him.

Huo Mingxin really felt the taste of power.

Therefore, he thought of what countless people should want in this position.

The world is big, where there is virtue!

Yes, Huo Mingxin has been unable to control his own desire for power. He is even ready to plot a rebellion!

If in the original, Jiang ran was still in its heyday, Huo Mingxin was absolutely afraid to do such a thing.

But now it is different. Jiang ran, who helped chen fan to the throne of God himself, is seriously ill and may die at any time. However, no matter who inherits the throne, his legitimacy will inevitably be questioned.

In this way, it's too easy to make the emperor's son to make princes.

Relying on his status and status of Huo Mingxin, is it not effortless to steal the country?

Thinking like this, Huo Mingxin secretly made up his mind.

Today, we must decide on the candidate for the crown prince. We should look for a young prince under the king's knees and then come!

"Your Majesty has an order. Let's meet all officials!"

Standing on the steps of the Qianyuan palace, the eunuch with palm print shouts loudly.

At the same time, the civil and military officials were divided into two columns, bending down and lunging toward the Qianyuan palace. Huo Mingxin was the same, and even his waist was more rigorous than anyone else.

But at the same time of bending down, Huo Mingxin looked at several very close colleagues around him, flashing a sense of inexplicable in his eyes.

Naturally, his eyes could not hide from his best friends. Everyone nodded in secret, as if a confrontation was about to come.

Entering the Qianyuan palace, Jiang ran, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, has sat down, wearing a Diao sparse, can not see joy and anger.

Behind him, the screen that originally used to play with beads in Kowloon disappeared. Instead, it was a bead curtain with a figure sitting in it.

Huo Mingxin and others don't care, dark sigh may be Jiang Ran's concubine.

After all, the emperor was not in good health, and he often took his concubine with him at the court meeting. This was not the first time.

In this way, facing the sick Jiang ran three times and nine kowtows, the court meeting officially began.

At the beginning, naturally, no one will mention the important plays, but some trivial things. After all, the real events should be put to the end.

At the same time, chen fan, who was flying in midair, saw xuanjing in the distance.

With a breath in his heart, chen fan is in a very happy mood at the moment. After all, he hasn't been home for so many years, which makes him feel like a wanderer.

Even with great interest, he looked at the scene around xuanjing, how different it was from that time.

He even went to Xiaohong's solitary grave to have a look, meeting his old friend for a while.

Of course, he didn't know what happened in Qianyuan Palace at this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid he would not be so leisurely.