Yan Jun's voice just fell.
There was a dead silence in the mourning hall, and the ministers who came to express condolences looked up at Yan Jun in disbelief, unexpectedly he would choose to tear his face with Yan Xuan on the spot.
The eunuch's face became even paler.
Prince Yuanxian, what does this mean
Could it be that he is going to turn against him
The eunuch's body was shaking like a sieve, thinking of ways to die one after another, he was so frightened that he was about to cry.
If Prince Yuan Xian is against him.
Then the one who came here to deliver the letter must be the first to die!
The little eunuch has no face to love.
"Prince Yuan Xian, you, what do you mean by this? Disrespect to His Majesty, this is not what you should say as a courtier!"
The historian was the first to jump out and yell at Yan Jun.
Yan Jun just thought he was farting.
Just a rotten Confucian, why not be afraid.
The man's beautiful white fingers were slightly raised, and the words that came out of his thin lips were gentle, but it was like an ice knife piercing everyone's hearts.
He said.
"Detain all the people here alone. Since you are here, let's stay."
A light sentence pronounced the fate of those present.
"Yanjun, you are presumptuous! What do you mean? Are you going to rebel? It's ridiculous!!"
Another one who jumped out to clamor was Master Li, whose daughter was Yan Xuan's imperial concubine, and this old man could be said to be loyal to Yan Xuan.
Yan Jun smiled, the smile on her lips was cold and without warmth.
"Isn't the meaning of solitary enough to understand?"
"Gu just took back what belonged to him, how did he turn into a rebellion? I really don't understand Master Li's words."
Fu Yue who was standing next to Yan Jun was stunned.
"...?"
This guy will rebel as soon as he comes back
Fu Yue didn't see a trace of it before.
Thinking of this, Fu Yue looked at Yan Jun with gradually complicated eyes, those beautiful narrow eyes flashed through struggle, and finally turned into deep determination. Perhaps, she has already made up her mind.
Yan Jun's thoughts were too deep.
She can't figure it out, and can't control it.
Noticing Fu Yue's gaze, Yan Jun smiled at her, as if to comfort her not to worry.
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Fu Yue also smiled back.
The newlyweds, at this moment, have their own concerns.
***
Yan Xuan was tied up in front of Yan Jun.
There is no resistance at all.
Because most of the military power in Beiliang is in the hands of Yan Jun, not to mention, Yan Jun caught Yan Xuan by surprise this time.
Inside the Golden Temple.
On the high throne, at this time, a young man was sitting, his expression was indifferent, his picturesque eyebrows were lowered, as if he didn't care about the throne at all.
Seeing Yan Xuan being escorted in front of him with his hands tied behind his back by the guards.
Only then did Yan Jun raise her long and narrow phoenix eyes.
A gentle smile appeared on his face, and the cinnabar between his brows was bright red.
He said, "Imperial brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, so don't come here to be safe."
Yan Xuan knelt in front of Yan Jun in a humiliating posture, gritted his teeth, and pronounced his name word by word.
"Yan, Jun."
With this tone, he wished he could swallow Yan Jun alive.
Yan Jun turned a deaf ear to it, but said to herself: "This dragon chair is nothing special, I really don't know why you insist on grabbing it, brother? Is it not good to be an idle prince and live a rich life?"
"Now I can only be reduced to a prisoner under my own feet."