In the inner hall, there is a quiet area.

Zhu Jianji was held down by Concubine Hang. Princess Gu'an's palace maid also held down the princess at the queen's instructions. Concubine Wu Xian in the upper head also looked at Su Cheng with a smile.

Su Cheng thought to himself that Zhu Qiyu is really not a person, so he asked him such a problem.

This is taking the family and pushing me.

"Disaster!"

Su Cheng took a sip of wine and said in a leisurely tone.

The venue became quieter.

Zhu Qiyu glared at Su Cheng with a angrily face and his face turned red:

"Why, why is it difficult?"

"Did my Emperor of the Ming Dynasty not even have the power to let his son succeed to the throne?"

Concubine Wu, who was in the head, placed the cup in her hand on the table. Although the click was light, it seemed to be a slight sound of Zhu Qiyu, who fell into Su Cheng's manic ears. Zhu Qiyu seemed to be pulled away and sat down lazily.

“Continue.”

Concubine Wu's voice was faint and passed from the previous head.

Su Cheng drank another drink, but it was a little overdose and slightly drunk.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If a prince wants to inherit the throne, he must first ascend to the throne of the crown prince. As far as I see, the eldest prince does not meet this condition."

"I know this, let me tell you why it doesn't work."

Concubine Wu Xian interrupted Su Cheng with a gentle tone and a slow voice.

Su Cheng glanced at Concubine Wu:

"Your Majesty is weak and has a heart disease. According to Your Majesty's current state, I am afraid that if you persist for seven or eight years, you will not be able to get up. At that time, who can assist the eldest prince in inheriting the throne?"

"You are cursing me to die soon!"

Zhu Qiyu was angry and pointed at Su Cheng and was about to get angry.

"sit down."

Although Concubine Wu’s voice was not loud, it was implicitly stern.

"Is Su Cheng wrong?"

"You want to be the name of a wise king, stay up late every day to deal with memorials, regardless of your health. If this continues, your life will be really hard to protect within a few years."

Zhu Qiyu, who was sitting down, muttered:

"I'm no longer staying up late to review the memorials."

"It's better to stay up late to review the memorials!"

Concubine Wu became even more annoyed.

"You despise the women of the Jiaofangsi, and they sing and sing every night, and they don't rest until midnight, and they eat too much wine. They don't die in state affairs, but on the woman's belly. Instead of doing this, it's better to die in state affairs."

Amid the rebuke of Concubine Wu, Zhu Qiyu lowered her head and dared not say anything.

Concubine Wu looked at Su Cheng with a warm voice:

"Duke Zhongguo, you are the martial arts masters that Your Majesty relies on and the pillar of the Ming Dynasty. Tell me how to make Ji Geer inherit the throne and ascend to the throne of the crown prince."

Su Cheng drank another drink, and filled himself with Bai Yan's annoyed gaze next to him, and then he said carefully:

"It's easy to deal with state affairs sincerely and cherish your health. After decades, the eldest prince will be safe and sound, and there will be a chance to inherit the throne."

Concubine Hang Xian said next to him:

"This is not equivalent to not saying it."

Queen Wang's voice is warm:

"I didn't say it carefully, but if Your Majesty could follow the words of the Duke, why should Ji Ge'er worry about not being able to inherit the throne? On the contrary, if the emperor did not follow the Duke's words, I am afraid that the revived Ming Dynasty would fall into the hands of the Supreme Emperor again."

Concubine Wu sighed:

"Emperor, you want to make Ji Ge'er the emperor's heart. The Ai family understands that the prince is the foundation of the country, and it is easier for the prince to shake the country's foundation. If you are the jade pillar of Qingtian, you can stabilize the court's principles and the Supreme Emperor will not spy on one side. If you want to abolish the prince, although there is resistance, it is not impossible to achieve it."

"But have you ever thought about it? After the prince is changed, the court will be full of people's hearts. If the emperor becomes more prosperous and starts military affairs with you in the future, will the ministers of the court support you or support the emperor?"

Su Cheng drank another drink, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, if you are here, all the nobles in the capital are under your control. However, after you go, your Majesty is sure that you can let all the nobles in the court be under your control."

"Go? Where are you going?"

Zhu Qiyu asked Su Cheng with a flushed face.

Su Cheng pointed to his hat:

"Your Majesty, you said that you want to make me king. This is not a matter of not counting."

Zhu Qiyu smiled when she heard this:

"This matter is easy to handle. I'm already doing it. After the Chinese New Year, I will summon the royal kings to relax the control of the royal family and even enter the court as officials. However, the same is true for their titles to be inherited from the future and will be reduced from generation to generation until the common people."

"If the prince and the prince are in charge of one side, if they have no authority, they will not be able to guard one side."

"I am going to appoint you as King Khotan, or King Shanshan, or King Annan."

Zhu Qiyu slapped the table with an excited voice:

"These old ministers have a lot of things in this group. They say I can be granted the title of king, but I cannot be granted the title of the Ming Dynasty. They must be granted outside the territory or overseas, and cannot be granted the title of the Ming Dynasty."

"Zhanshan? Yutian? I don't know where these two places are, so I will never seal them."

Queen Wang said:

"This is a way to fulfill Your Majesty's promise to the Duke, and also help the Ming Dynasty expand its territory and let the glory of the Ming Dynasty shine on the countries of the Western Regions."

Zhu Qiyu turned his head and looked at Queen Wang:

"What do men talk about women?"

Zhu Qiyu then said to Su Cheng:

"You love to fight and can fight. If you go to Yutian, you will definitely be able to defeat all the territory from Suzhou to Yutian. In this way, my Ming Dynasty will expand to the countries in the Western Regions."

"This deal is cost-effective, I will find you tomorrow..."

Zhu Qiyu lay straight on the table and fell asleep.

...

Su Cheng also drank too much.

I don’t know who was waiting for him to fall asleep, but after Zhu Qiyu went to bed, he went to bed.

Opening his eyes, Su Cheng saw the red pillar in the house, and the woman in a big red wedding dress was sitting on the side of the bed, staring at him.

Su Cheng was a little confused. Am I sleeping in someone else's wedding room?

Why is there only the bride but no groom?

"Master, are you awake?"

The bride was Fan Xiaoyue. When she saw Su Cheng wake up, she hurriedly brought the warm water on the table next to her and served Su Cheng to drink water.

Su Cheng suddenly had a bad premonition.

Shu Liang seemed to have told him a few days ago that the emperor and the queen wanted him to get married before the New Year, and he sneered at that time.

When a Ming people get married, they have to ask for their names, periods, enrollment, and lottery. After all, they will not be completed in less than two months.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qiyu and his wife used the method of getting themselves drunk to complete the etiquette that took two months to complete overnight.

After drinking water, Su Cheng asked Fan Xiaoyue:

"We're getting married now?"

Fan Xiaoyue blushed, his head lowered, and nodded softly.

Su Cheng drank the water in one gulp and gave Fan Xiaoyue the cup:

"Without etiquette, can Lao Fan agree?"

Fan Xiaoyue nodded, and his voice became louder:

"My father said that they are all children in the army, so there is no need to stick to common etiquette. As long as I marry well, he will be happy."

Su Cheng thought about it:

"Did Your Majesty give him a golden sword?"

When Fan Xiaoyue heard this, his eyes were rolling around, he thought about it carefully, and gestured with his hands:

"Is it so big, a golden knife?"

Su Cheng nodded.

Fan Xiaoyue nodded:

"My father seems to have a handful of it on my incense table. My baby is so tight that I don't even show it to my mother. My brother and I have sneaked it a few times, and it is indeed golden."

Sucheng was angry:
Chapter completed!