Chapter 2201 The mother of the Buddha with a broken sleeve (1)

  【In this world, Yin Yin has less plots, and the two male protagonists have more emotional plots. It is danmei, so those who mind should be careful! 】

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   I have endured thousands of years of punishment, endured thousands of years of loneliness, and done thousands of years of good deeds in the world, just in exchange for a Xu Mingtang. — Fu Chen

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   The Dayong Dynasty was founded in the 148th year, and now it is the 20th year of Emperor Jiankang.

  Emperor Jiankang was registered at the age of 31, and now he has been on the throne for 20 years. When he is at the age of knowing the destiny, he has only three princesses and no prince.

   Five years ago, Emperor Jiankang had issued an imperial decree that he would choose the prince from among the brothers of the royal family as the crown prince, and after a hundred years, he could become the emperor.

   Now, five years have passed, and the selection of the crown prince has not yet been decided, but the competition among the princes has become more and more fierce.

   Emperor Jiankang had many brothers and many heirs. In the past five years, I do not know how many sons and nephews died for the crown prince.

  Years ago, Emperor Jiankang contracted a cold and became seriously ill. It took nearly two months for him to get better. Recently, news came from the palace that Emperor Jiankang fell ill again, and news that he was about to be crowned prince.

  In the court hall, except for a few pure ministers, other courtiers stood in line one after another.

  Speaking of which, there are two strong contenders for the crown prince position, one is Fu Ming, Prince Lu, and the other is Fu Shen, Prince Cheng.

   The two are evenly matched in strength, but the reputation is very different.

   It is rumored that the son of Fu Ming is violent and bloodthirsty, with a scar on his face from between the eyebrows to the right side of his face, even the child can cry when he sees it.

   And the son of Fu Chen, who is known as a wise man, has a good appearance, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and he is as warm as jade.

   Among the people, the latter has the best reputation.

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   At this time, in the Chang'an City Qingfeng Teahouse, in the box on the second floor, there was a young man dressed in a moon-white robe and a black robe.

"Ziheng, now you have a very good reputation both in the court and among the people, but now you have overwhelmed that Fu Ming, and the one in the palace... This matter of establishing a prince, I'm afraid it will be decided soon. Looking at this situation, I am afraid that it will be unfavorable for Fu Ming, as you know, Fu Ming has always been ruthless, and I don't know how many princes have lost their lives to him over the years, so I am afraid that he will not let you go easily this time."

The man who was talking was a black man who was afraid. He bent up at will, leaning slightly, with a lazy posture, handsome appearance, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were very seductive. When the words were finished, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it all. The thin lips were dyed with a touch of ruddy, which added a seductive charm.

  Lin An looked at his friend with a hint of worry in his eyes.

  The man in the white robe of the moon is slender and tall, with warm eyebrows and eyes, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and a slight smile makes people feel like a spring breeze. Even if he doesn't smile, he can make people feel good.

   But Lin An knew that his friend, who was only wearing a warm skin, was an Asura who was even more vicious than Fu Ming.

  Fu Chen looked out of the window, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't care. He opened his mouth, his voice was cold, without much emotion: "If he comes, I, Fu Ziheng, will accompany him. Let's see if he is dead or I am dead."

  This throne, he Fu Shen, is bound to win.

  The window of Qingfeng Tea House is facing the lively Fulin Street. There, a shop seems to have just opened, attracting people to stop and it is very lively.

  Fu Chen glanced at random, and happened to see a thin cyan figure, just a back, for some reason, his eyes stopped for a few seconds.

The two protagonists of this story, one is Fu Chen, the heir of Prince Cheng’s residence, who is indifferent and ruthless, and the other is Xu Mingtang, a doctor who hangs a pot to help the world. . The story about them will come slowly later, but for now, let's talk about it, let's say the ancients are mysterious.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)