Chapter 1735

Jun Zhan's action suddenly stopped.

The courtiers have been observing Jun Zhan's actions, watching Jun Zhan pause. They are happy at the bottom of their hearts and think Jun Zhan is very satisfied with what he said.

But unexpectedly, the man raised his eyes indifferently. His eyes were like an icy deep pool, deep and dangerous. At the moment, there was a faint black fog and his voice was like an ice cone: "who told you that no one in the Xiyun royal family can assume the throne?"

minister:???

Isn't that right?

Is there another prince?

"From today on, please remember." on the cold hall, the man stood there clearly, but he seemed to be far away. The temperature at the bottom of his eyes was like sunshine, which could not be refracted. He felt desolate like an ice pool. He said aloud word by word: "from beginning to end, only Xibai can be called emperor!"

Jun Zhan just wants people all over the world to know that there has always been only one king of Xiyun royal family!

No one can replace her, nor can junzhan himself.

This jade seal, this throne and this prosperous age have never been his, but that person's.

The mood of all the ministers was particularly shocked, with a strong sense of inconceivability.

How can a dead man inherit the throne?!!

"In the future, if someone mentions the upper level again," his eyes are dark and cold, showing deep and sharp danger, hiding the stubborn and stubborn infatuation deep in the bottom of his eyes. His voice is cold as a cone, so determined: "kill, no, pardon."

These three words resounded throughout the Jinluan hall and shocked everyone at once.

You see,

this man,

He didn't leave any room when he refused the man, but now he doesn't give himself any way back for the man.

But it's hurt, it's already hurt,

Finally, everything is over.

Say what you regret when it's over,

What's the point.

I can only sigh this deep feeling,

Come too late, know too late.

So that the rest of my life will be dark.

…

This winter is very cold. It is covered with a layer of snow-white along the way. The north wind blows on the body, cold and bleak.

Jun Zhan didn't go back to the prime minister's house or the cabin after he went down to the court. He just came to a desolate mountain with a little hamster.

But if time can reincarnate and anticipate what will happen later,

Jun Zhan won't come here at this time

Jun Zhan took the hamster all the way to the top of the mountain,

Pine trees were planted on a large area of the mountain, and the snow covered the pine branches and covered the evergreen color.

Jun Zhan calmed down, put the little hamster on the ground, gently rubbed the head of the little hamster with his slender white fingers, and his eyes fell on the two tombs standing quietly not far away.

A plain white and elegant man paused on the snow for a long time. The snowflakes fell on his eyelashes like broken stars.

The white dress seemed to be integrated with the snow, and became a pale and silent statue in the snow.

Jun Zhan took a deep breath, walked forward and put the wine he brought there. He half knelt in front of the grave, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his clean and beautiful fingers took the wine lamp, gently sprinkled some wine on the ground, and gently called out: "Dad, mom..."

Today is their memorial day, and it is also a winter day as cold as that winter night.

His white forehead was against the cold tombstone, and his cold white fingertips described the words engraved on the tombstone little by little. His eyes closed slowly, and the snowflakes fell quietly on the man's shoulder.