Daqin: The Shadow Corps became my killer behind the scenes

Xianyang!

Above the hall!

Ying Zheng ordered people to notify all the princes to come to the early court.

You young masters were puzzled, but they still dressed up and came outside the door to wait for the court.

Fusu stood at the very front, frowning and worrying.

The young master Ziyuan walked up to Fusu and asked: "Brother Huang, what do you know about Father's summons today?"

Fu Su shook his head: "I don't know."

Ying Ziyuan was stunned: "How is this possible? You are preparing for the crown prince!"

Fusu showed a displeased expression: "Why is this impossible? I'm not a roundworm in Father's stomach!"

Ever since Yingzheng came back to life, Fusu's mood has never been better.

The goal that I worked hard for most of my life suddenly disappeared, what else can I ask people to do?
Ying Ziyuan didn't think so, and said with a smile: "Brother Huang, don't worry!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Brother, don't be angry, I mean, today, the emperor may call everyone in order to make you the crown prince!"

Fusu turned his head and looked at Ying Ziyuan hesitantly: "How do you know?"

"I'm just guessing, that's all guessing!" Ying Ziyuan smiled humbly, "Besides, what else does Father need us to go to court?"

The affairs of the DPRK and China are handled by ministers, and these sons really have nothing to do.

"Prince?" Fusu stood up with his hands behind his back, but couldn't help thinking about it.

Ying Ziyuan spoke clearly and logically, and attracted the other young masters.

"Brother Huang, I think what Ziyuan said makes sense, maybe today he summoned us just to make you the crown prince!"

Fusu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth: "Father hasn't announced yet, so it doesn't have to be me."

"Brother Huang, what are you talking about? If it's not you, who else could it be?"

"Yes, Hu Hai is dead... There is no other choice but you!"

"Brother Huang, I will congratulate you in advance!"

The courtiers next to him heard the conversation and discussed it one after another.

"Could it be that a prince is to be established today?"

"Not good."

"But if you really want to establish a crown prince, besides Young Master Fusu, who else can choose?"

The ministers began to think about what congratulatory gifts should be given to Fusu.

Only Li Si closed his eyes, and the old god stood at the front, not saying a word, but kept sneering in his heart.

Ying Zi also compared them to a dimensionality reduction blow!

A minister went up and asked, "Master Li, look..."

Li Si smiled and shook his head: "We'll know when the time comes."

The door opened, and there was a creaking sound.

The ministers and princes stopped discussing, stood up and entered the hall one by one.

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon chair, his black and gold court clothes full of solemnity.

"It's up to you."

In the usual part, all the officials will report today's important tasks one by one.

Although this matter is being discussed now, everyone's hearts have already flown to the young masters.

"Anything else?"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, and glanced at the ministers.

Everyone bowed their heads and stood still without a trace of movement.

"It's nothing, then I'm here to announce something."

I am finally coming!
Fusu's body was tense, his heart was pounding, he had always identified himself as the prince, and finally it was time for the official announcement!

The young masters looked at each other and immediately smiled, ready to congratulate Fusu.

Only Ying Zi put on a bitter face and hid in the corner.

"Although I am young again, Daqin cannot live without an emperor, and it is time to establish a prince."

Fu Su was overjoyed, it seemed that Ying Ziyuan was right!

The ministers also became agitated, and small discussions filled the entire court!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ying Zheng couldn't help but find it ridiculous.

"Emperor's eldest son Fusu—" Ying Zheng dragged out the tone.

Fusu cleared his throat and took a step forward——

"Weak and embarrassing, he is not suitable for a prince." Ying Zheng said slowly.

Fusu's face froze, then suddenly turned pale when it was dark, and obediently stood back to his original position.

The young masters looked at each other, feeling inexplicably excited, it wasn't Fusu?

Doesn't that mean that the crown prince still has a chance to fall on his head?
Ying Zheng glanced around and said, "I order Ying Zi to also be the crown prince!"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt crashing into the court, making everyone's eyes black and their minds dizzy!

The eldest son Fusu lost his footing and nearly fell down.

The ministers exclaimed again and again, and suddenly the voices of discussions below were endless!
"This... Young Master Ziyi? Isn't he a recognized idiot?"

"That's right, this young master can't be successful in martial arts, this is an embarrassing task!"

"Why is this the emperor, is it possible to return to youth?"

What's more, he took a step forward and objected loudly: "Young master also has a stubborn personality. He hangs around in the flower house for many years, and he is not the eldest son. He can't be a prince because of emotion and reason!"

Meng Tian also stood up: "Your Majesty! The son also doesn't understand anything, can he be the prince?"

Only Li Si stood still.

The upper and lower eyelids rolled together, as if falling asleep.

A minister tugged at him behind his back, and whispered anxiously: "Master Li! Master Li! You don't come out and say a few words!"

Li Si said "Oh", walked out of the queue as if he had just woken up from a dream, and cupped his hands: "I... agree with Your Majesty's decision."

"what!?"

The ministers stayed.

The emperor is stupid, why are you also stupid?

This son can also be a prince?

Ying Zheng's eyes were indifferent: "I have made up my mind and it cannot be changed. If you have any other opinions, you don't need to say anything."

The ministers didn't dare to speak, so they had to obediently return to the line.

"Zi Yi, don't come out to thank the decree!"

Seeing that Ying Zi was still standing in the corner, Ying Zheng reminded him aloud.

Ying Zi also corrected his posture, walked to the center of the hall step by step, changed his past depression, and bowed his hands: "Thank you, Father!"

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, and he couldn't be more relieved to let him be the prince.

The young masters looked at Ying Ziyi, gritted their teeth, and couldn't figure out why it was him?

The ministers also couldn't figure it out, but unlike the sons, they were full of hatred for Yingzi at the moment.

They were more concerned about how to please Ying Ziyi.

Anyway, Ying Zheng is young now, and I'm afraid it won't be Ying Ziyi's turn to be in power in decades!

Ying Zi also maintained a serious posture on the surface, but he sighed quietly in his heart.

As the prince, I am afraid that he will face more troubles in the future.

……

The news spread all the way from the court to the streets and alleys via notices.

A group of soldiers wearing black armor and long swords on their waists came to the street in neat steps, instantly attracting the attention of the people.

This is the guard in the palace, and he will not go out of the palace to handle business without important orders.

The people around, those who walked stopped, and those who set up stalls lost their business, rushed to watch the excitement.

The head guard held a white paper with writing on it, walked to the bulletin board, another person applied paste, and pasted it carefully.

"Back!"

With an order of waving, the guards trotted away, gradually moving away from the market.

The common people took the opportunity to gather around the bulletin board, and those who could read or not were all pointing at the paper.

A scholar dressed in blue and holding a cattail fan shouted "Give way!", squeezed forward, glanced at the notice, and opened his mouth in shock: "The emperor has appointed a crown prince!"

Everyone chattered: "Who stands up?"

"Young master!"

Who is the son?Ordinary people really don't pay much attention.

"The one who likes to visit flower houses?"

Those who know something, can't wait to start showing off.

The storyteller in the teahouse held a brush, took out new paper, and began to write a story about Ying Ziyi.