"How can the old duke say that? The empire can't be separated from you." An elderly official below said, wiping his tears, it seemed that as long as a little breeze could blow it down, the two servants behind him hurried forward. One step or so to support it.

"Yeah...yes... Mr. He is right, the empire can't be separated from the old duke." The other nobles below also echoed, whether it was sincere or humility, the matter of face was still to do. Several people present did not understand that Ye Jiantian said that it was impossible for him to let go of the power in his hands, and he would not let it go so easily.

"Everyone's thoughts, Jiantian knows in his heart that Jiantian will definitely live up to the high expectations of all the adults. Even if he fights this old bone, he must do his last meager strength for the empire." After Ye Jiantian finished speaking, he took his sleeves. Wiping his eyes, Ye Jiantian's tears were still forced down when he was talking. He has lived a lot of years, and if he can't make a show, he might as well hit the wall himself.

There were indeed many people below who were moved by Ye Jiantian's words and burst into tears. These people held handkerchiefs and lowered their heads to wipe their tears, but most of them were nobles and officials of the older generation. The ears of the younger generation have long since heard these words. If it weren't for the fact that the Ye family was strong and there was an old life pressing down on it, how many people would be willing to come? Among them, those who come with long-term knowledge, can account for one-fifth of it is not bad.

Ye Jiantian pretended to wipe away his tears, then looked up at the sky and saw that the hour had come, so he continued: "The hour has come, the ceremony of crowning begins now." After Ye Jiantian finished speaking, he walked to the right and stood aside.

The housekeeper Ye Chou stepped onto the stage, and when he walked to the central position, he said, "Young Master Ye is invited to come to the stage now."

Ye Shengtian knew that he had changed his appearance, so he took Ye Yun and Ye Xiang to the wooden platform step by step from the front of the wooden platform. Although Ye Shengtian had received many ladies and ladies in the morning just now, it still caused a lot of problems. sensation. Some girls even shouted the slogan "Young Master Ye, I love you." Ye Shengtian couldn't help breaking out a cold sweat behind his back. He is not a star, so don't be so enthusiastic, my heart can't stand it.

Ye Shengtian heard things like "He is so handsome" and "I swear I will marry him" all the way. The male nobles of course showed jealous eyes, you are so handsome, how can we people live, I haven't seen the eyes of these beauties since you came out, the eyes of these beautiful women, if there were no one, I would have rushed up.

"Hey, it's him!" In an inconspicuous place in the left corner, a nobleman saw Ye Shengtian's appearance and couldn't help but exclaimed.

This person is none other than the noble son Ye Shengtian met yesterday. The noble son was hurriedly recalled by his father for today's business. Their family may belong to the big family outside, and the scenery is usually tight, but in the imperial capital it is nothing. There is something wrong with the Ye family. If they don't participate in the imperial capital, they will not give the Ye family face, and don't want to mix in the Zilong Empire in the future. That's why the father of the noble son is so anxious to find him back.

"Shh, keep your voice down, you don't want to die. By the way, what did you say about him just now?" The middle-aged man standing next to the noble son said, but his voice was relatively low. However, the worries of the middle-aged man are unnecessary, the exclamation of the noble son has long been drowned in the exclamations of the beauties.

"Father, the boy saw him yesterday at Zuixianju. I originally wanted to get to know him when I saw his extraordinary appearance. I never thought that my father urgently called me at that time, and then I missed it." The noble son also realized his mistake, and this time the voice It's not big, just the two of them can hear it.

The middle-aged man said, "You mean Young Master Ye?" The middle-aged man is the father of the noble son and the lord of a small town. This time he went to Beijing to manage everything, hoping to be promoted to a half-official position, or transferred to another It's better to be the city owner in a rich place than it is now, and the poor jingle can't make any money.

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