the last traverser

"Your Majesty, what is the identity of this son?" The white-bearded old man finally felt as if he had fallen into a trap and asked calmly.

"Well... how can you guys know the identity of my baby!" With a fierce momentum, he pressed down on the kneeling veteran, and the smile in Sikong Jinglian's eyes got deeper and deeper, and he couldn't close the net yet. , we have to wait a little longer.

Not something we can know?The people below became even more curious, guessing Wen Ya's identity one after another. The senior ministers looked at each other, and they all saw a strong sense of crisis in each other's eyes. That child could not be...

"Daddy, I want to go!" Frowning, Wen Ya seemed to feel that staying here was boring, she might as well go back to her room to read a book.

Daddy... This word hit the hearts of those old officials below. This boy is His Majesty's blood. Judging by how much His Majesty loves this boy, His Majesty will not pass the throne to him in the future!Then my own plan... This thought echoed in the heart of the old minister with ulterior motives at the same time...

"Your Majesty, is this boy really of His Majesty's blood?" The old man who was previously called Huang Lao seemed to be in a hurry. When he said this, his tone was very unfriendly.

"Why, is Mr. Huang still suspicious of me?" With a cold gaze cast on Mr. Huang, Sikong Jinglian's charming expression suddenly became dangerous.

"The old minister is not doubting His Majesty, but I think that the identification of the royal blood must be strict, otherwise some people with ulterior motives will get in..." The meaning of Huang Lao's words is self-evident, he is doubting Wen Ya's identity.

"Why should I listen to you?" Sikong Jinglian's current expression looked to these people as if he had been hardened after being helped, insisting on admitting that the boy in front of him was his own child, but it was just like this in front of these suspicious people. From the veteran's point of view, it is more likely that this child is not Sikong Jinglian's child, Sikong Jinglian is just bluffing.

"Your Majesty, if there is no clear identification, I will never admit that this son is of royal blood, and I think all the ministers will not agree!" Huang Lao knew that his own strength could not be changed. The determination of the already grown monarch in front of him drew the ministers below.

"Marshal Huang is right, Your Majesty be careful!" Several old officials who were sitting on the same boat as Mr. Huang cheered, but they didn't know that this was the effect Sikong Jinglian wanted.

"Huh? Do you dare to doubt my words?" Sikong Jinglian narrowed his eyes dangerously, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Sikong Jinglian's mouth. This group of people, let them become the stepping stones on their way forward!

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please be careful!" All the veterans below seemed to be for the sake of the country, begging Sikong Jinglian to prove Wen Ya's integrity!

"If all the gentlemen really insist on this, then I will do what you wish!" The conversation changed, and Si Kong Jinglian actually agreed to the request of those people, wanting to prove Wen Ya's integrity.Sikong Jinglian had a strange light shining in a place where no one saw it. After the inspection, you will probably be very anxious!

"Come here, please the high priest of death!" Sikong Jinglian gave the order...

It's just that the people below were all quiet, no one made a sound, and raised his eyebrows, Sikong Jinglian knew exactly what those people were thinking, that guy, Shi Shang, must have caused the people below to suffer a lot, right?Otherwise, the people below would be so scared that no one dared to take orders.

"Hmm..." With a long nasal voice, "Is there no one in the Qing family who is willing to take orders?" Looking at the people below, Sikong Jinglian was exuding air-conditioning.

But the hall is still peaceful...

There is still a gentle smile on the corner of Wen Ya's mouth, but the temperature in his eyes is getting colder and colder. This group of people is really annoying. What kind of conspiracy, even if it involves me, I have no interest in it, I know it It must be nothing good for this man to recognize himself, if it weren't for the countless books in the palace, I wouldn't bother to come back with him.

"Report to Your Majesty, I am willing to take orders!" According to the originally discussed plan, Jin Suiyi came out to save the situation at this time!

"Very good, Jin Aiqing, take my word of mouth and go to the Palace of Death to invite the High Priest of Death!" The pair of black eyes slightly glowing with purple light and the silver eyes of Jin Yuyi looked at each other. Only the two of them know.

"The humble minister takes orders!" Jin Suiyi flirtatiously cast a wink at Wen Ya, still with a playful smile on his face, before walking towards the outside of the hall...

Wen Ya looked at Jin Suiyi's back with black lines all over her face, this Uncle Jin is really a spoof!