The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 56 Bestowed (1)
Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom.Overnight, the streets and alleys all over the capital became lively, whether it was pedestrians passing by in a hurry, or small merchants and hawkers on the street, idlers in teahouses and restaurants were all reciting a catchy doggerel,
And this doggerel was originally sung by a group of beggars on the street for fun, but unexpectedly, it quickly spread to every corner of the capital, and even the palace officials had heard of it.

On the Golden Palace,

The emperor was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a golden crown and a jade crown on his head, and a golden silk python belt around his waist. His majestic dragon face was gloomy and uncertain, his eyes were cold and deep, and he sat on the dragon chair calmly and majestically. The whole body was covered with a layer of cold and domineering, and the chief executive Li Eunuch, who was waiting on the side, did not dare to show his atmosphere. He looked cautious, and with a wave of dust, he shouted in a high-pitched voice as usual,
"If you have something to play, you will retreat if there is nothing."

The ministers below are headed by King Qingyang on the left, and the prime minister on the right. As for the prince who is diligent and courteous, it is the first time that he does not have an early court, which naturally arouses the secret muttering of the courtiers.
And the Tai Tuo was seriously ill, so he asked for an excuse not to go to the morning court, presumably because he was stimulated by the incident of the prince last night, after all, the pedantic old man was the prince's teacher, naturally, except for a few people who knew about it last night, Others don't know it, they just think that the doggerel that was circulated in the streets today hurt the face of the royal family, and they couldn't help but glance at the cold and steady Qingyang standing tall and straight in the front row on the left. Wang, I hope you can find out a thing or two from his expression,
King Qingyang's deep and sharp black eyes narrowed, he seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, he completely ignored the probing eyes of everyone below, and he was not in a good mood either.
Parents are naturally looking towards their children. He didn't take the doggerel that was circulated on the street today seriously, but he did have a little resentment towards the prince for what happened last night.

After all, Xi'er was promised to the prince, and the prince actually did such a dirty and dishonorable thing in the palace. His nominal father-in-law also felt disgraced, and was even more worried about Xi'er. Have the mind to take into account the minds of those ministers who speculate on the holy will and what to write,
The prime minister on the opposite side also narrowed his eyes slightly, with an expression of inscrutable, old god presence,
All the ministers below looked at me and I looked at you in private. They couldn't figure out why Longyan was unhappy, so no one dared to make a list of them rashly, and no one wanted to be that early bird, right?

"Father, my son has something to beat up."

A clear and deep voice resounded in the hall. When they saw the tall and straight man standing proudly in the middle of the hall, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It's really time for King Ye to come out.

"What do you have to report?"

The emperor glanced lightly at King Ye with his deep black eyes, and spoke coldly.

A cold light flashed across King Ye's cold face, and there was even a hint of desolation in his thick black eyes. With a wave of his sleeve, he took out a neatly folded paper from the sleeve, and handed it to the father-in-law beside him. soundtrack,

"My son begged my father to issue an order to withdraw the engagement for the prince."

The emperor's sharp and deep eyes glanced at Ye Qingye coldly, but he didn't get angry immediately. He took the paper handed over by the eunuch and unfolded it gently, and saw a doggerel written on it, the corners of his lips could not help but twitch smoke,
"Bold, who wrote this?"

Long Yan was furious, and the ministers were even more anxious, afraid to speak,
(End of this chapter)