Chapter 2291 3.737 It's Just a Waste of the Prince

"Fu'er, why are you here?" Prince Minglang hurriedly stood up, opened the door and welcomed his pot-bellied wife in.

"Fu'er, you are heavy, and Ye Hanlu is heavy, so don't come out and walk."

"His Royal Highness, I'm worried about you." Su Fu took her husband's hand and sat down at the table together, "I know everything about the royal study in the afternoon. Your Highness, don't worry about it. We only need people here. , there is Qingshan, before doing anything, think about Fu Er, and think more about our unborn child."

"Yes." Prince Ming Lang took his wife's shoulders and nodded, "Fu'er, don't worry, I won't fall down so easily."

Mr. Zhuang nodded in relief, "The old minister will go to contact some people. His Highness and the Crown Princess will stay in the Chengyuan Palace these few days."

"There is Mr. Lao Zhuang, and this palace is waiting for the good news."

Mr. Zhuang nodded. As soon as he walked out of the gate of Chengyuan Hall, he was pressed against his neck with a bright dagger. With a pale face, he stepped back and retreated into the hall again.

"Good news? Do you think there is any good news?" A cold voice sounded from Prince Minglang's ears.

Ripple back and forth in the empty hall.

The palace maids and eunuchs who were guarding the gate had long ago shivered and knelt down with their heads on the backs of their hands, so they didn't dare to move a single hair.

"Minglang, originally this hall didn't want to bother with you, but you don't know what you're interested in, you don't know how to advance or retreat!" Outside the high hall door, a slender figure crossed the threshold, staring coldly at Zhuang who was pointed at the neck by a dagger. gentlemen.

"Third prince, you? What are you doing?" Mr. Zhuang had a sense of being a scholar when he encountered a soldier, and he couldn't explain it rationally.

He is now a piece of fish on the chopping board. Although he is strong and calm, he is inevitably very panicked in his heart.

Poor Mr. Zhuang Kong has a good eloquence, but in this situation, he can't say anything.

"Big brother!" Ahan moved a stool from the side and let Yas sit down.

Ya Qi'er folded her arms, glanced at Prince Minglang and his wife, and said with a sneer, "I don't know how to flatter you! My brother Yas doesn't talk too much with you anymore, who knows that you guys would dare to hide behind your back. Design, want to pull and pull?"

"Turn the tide." Yas replied casually.

"Yes! I still want to turn the tide!" Ya Qi'er snorted, "I don't know where you got such a big face, but I still work for my brother Yas to take care of you personally."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense with him, just read the imperial edict."

"Yes." An old eunuch walked out from behind Yas tremblingly, spread out the imperial decree and read aloud, "Crown Prince Ming Lang is close to Xie Neng, he does not know benevolence and righteousness, and a distant gentleman is close to a villain, without virtue and no conduct... "

Every time the old eunuch recited a sentence, the dark wolf's face sank deeper into a dead gray.

The princess was shivering beside her.

Mr. Zhuang was so angry that his whole body trembled like chaff, and he shouted angrily, "Slander, this is slander! You, you! How dare you falsely pass on the imperial edict! Framing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"It's just a waste of the crown prince." Yas said coldly, "Tomorrow in the courtroom, the royal father will officially appoint me as the crown prince."

Prince Ming Lang spurted out a mouthful of blood that was in his heart.

Yas glanced at him coldly, and said casually, "Big brother, it's better to take care of your health."