But for some, it was a long, long night. Those involved in this matter will feel that this night is not easy, and the twists and turns are not enough to describe.

They felt that it was long because there were too many killings experienced this night, whether it was Xuanyi or Jianghu people, the number of participants on both sides was nearly 50,000. They tore and fought with each other, which has already affected the four squares of the capital, although they have violated some people, but they are all under control.

However, in the eyes of the courtiers, this is just a royal farce, whether it is an important minister or a general, they all think so. Because they understand that the affairs of the Great Shang Imperial Family's own affairs have nothing to do with them.

When the sun had just risen, in an attic in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Zhang Dechen looked at the scorching sun in the east, and saw from a distance the group of captives who had been detained by Xuanyi and went to Qianli Village, and smiled lightly. Then he turned down from the attic and walked towards the courtyard where Lin Weizhong was resting in the depths of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In a small study room in the courtyard, Lin Weizhong, who was in his seventies, had just finished writing the word "Jingqi" on the book sticker, when he saw Zhang Dechen laughing, pushed the door and entered: "Xiangye, as Xiangye expected, there is no chaos in Beijing, and Emperor Xinwu is very beautiful!"

His words were so agitated that he broke in without regard for the number of courtesies.

Lin Weizhong was unmoved, and did not have the slightest confusion about this sudden breakthrough, and his pen did not pause for half a minute, and then finished writing the last stroke of the word "Jingqi".

Zhang Dechen felt a little reckless and smiled apologetically.

Lin Wei stopped writing, looked at the words and seemed to feel a little dissatisfied, shook his head, sighed, put the word aside, and then continued to write on the rice paper below.

While writing, he said: "It's expected, Dechen, the battle for the throne has happened many times since the founding of the Great Shang Dynasty. Some people succeeded, some people failed, and this is all a royal matter, and it has nothing to do with foreign ministers. If the foreign ministers were involved, the final result would not be just broken bones, but the royal knife was very sharp. So, you should be more secure. It is right not to be happy with things, not to be sad with yourself. ”

Zhang Dechen bowed down to be taught.

When Lin Weizhong said this, he stopped writing and sighed with some emotion: "The royal knife is very sharp." But no matter how sharp it is, it is impossible to dance to the heads of officials, the emperors like to cast knives, each knife is very heavy, Xuanyi, is just one of the many knife handles, although a little sharp, but that's all. ”

"Dechen, the old man understands why you are so excited, although the Xinwu Supreme is victorious today, he also intends to rehabilitate Mingyuan fairly, but it is unknown how far this rehabilitation will go. Not to mention that the Xinwu Supreme has won, even if the king of the county wins, he must rehabilitate the Liu family. However, it is impossible for the doctrine of Ming Yuangong to be made public. ”

"But ......," Zhang Dechen said hesitantly, "However, the Xinwu Supreme seems to be a little different. ”

"Impossible. Lin Weizhong hesitated for a moment, and then sighed: "Impossible, at least within three hundred years, it is impossible for the emperor to hand over power." Mingyuan Gong ...... Too idealistic. So, Dechen, don't think about it. ”

The wise old man said this, then took a deep breath and said, "Don't think about it anymore. Let's talk about something else, hehe, there is one thing that can be circled. Li Tuizhi, sure enough, he actually pushed Li Sanlang directly with his own death, wanting to let his youngest son realize his ambition for him, but he was a little unexpected. ”

However, Li Sanlang's starting point was too high, so that the first emperor Jinghe felt that if he entered the court, he would be in great trouble, so he made him into a royal knife. I don't think of this even if Li Tuizhi didn't expect it. The old man was worried earlier that Li Sanlang would enter the court and become the leader of another new party. But after this battle, Benxiang was much more relieved. It is impossible for Li Sanlang to enter the court again. Because Xuanyi's knife is too sharp. ”

Zhang Dechen was stunned for a moment, and said after a while: "Xiangye may have thought too much, Tui Zhigong has a strong temperament, he can't twist and dismantle, and he has always been upright, how can he ......?"

"Temperament is strong, twisted and bent, hehe. Lin Weizhong smiled, and then said: "It's true that the temperament is strong, but whether it is twisted or not is debatable." If he is really an unbending character, how can he be the envoy of the Jie Du for so many years in that chaotic land in the northwest? The martial arts are strong, the border generals are generals, and the families are intricate, and ordinary people are only afraid that they will be broken in this way, but Li Tuizhi has united them together vigorously, and they are all to the outside world. Such a means cannot be done by a person who does not bend. His methods are very powerful. With his own death, the first emperor felt guilty, so that he could escort Li Sanlang, which is also what it should mean. ”

Speaking of this, Lin Weizhong shook his head with a smile and continued to write: "It's a pity, his youngest son is still too good, so good that it will make today's Supreme jealous, after this battle, Li Sanlang will no longer be able to enter the court, and all Li Tuizhi's expectations will be disappointed." It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

At this time, the brush in General Lin Wei's hand stopped, and the word "edge" on the rice paper became a little dazzling.

Zhang Dechen was a little distracted, he couldn't tell whether the old man was regretting or gloating at this time. It's really hard to put into words.

"Li Tuizhi, a masterpiece in the world, both civil and military. He is in the same department as his own appearance, when Ming Yuangong was the champion, his appearance was the eye, and he was a flower. When King Zhao rebelled, he was the vanguard commander, the prime minister was the deputy, and the Ming Yuan Gong was the logistics supervisor of the grain. We have also made a bloody alliance and vowed to change the way of the world. ”

"It's a pity that everything changed later...... Lin Weizhong's voice became a little desolate: "In the last years of Wuzong, due to the reasons of Ming Yuangong, in just a few years, the Manchu Dynasty was full of 'Surin Party', Emperor Wuzong was afraid, and then began to dismember 'Surin', and there was no way to do it, you also personally participated in those things back then." What you have seen and heard, you are also clear, Ming Yuangong's case ......"

Lin Weizhong slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's do what we can." ”

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head gently, turned out from behind the bookcase, washed his hands with clean water, and said, "Dechen, prepare the car, the enthronement ceremony of the Xinwu Supreme is about to begin......"

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"Prepare the car. ”

In the second prime minister's mansion, Zhao Jishan, who seemed to be more than ten years old overnight, walked out of the study, patted his second son Zhao Dongxu on the back, and said: "You have prepared everything that should be prepared, and you can only arrange it here for your father." Wan'er and Wenbo can still be preserved. ”

Zhao Dongxu cried a lot, and said: "The eldest brother broke into a mess, but he wants us to be buried with the whole house, father, what kind of reason is this? Why don't we escape......

When Zhao Jishan heard this, he slapped his palm on his face fiercely, and shouted: "Put away your useless thoughts, things that are in your pocket! If you can still be a little bit of a climate, how can the old man have been relying on that wolf all these years! If you dare to think of something else, I am afraid that Wan'er and Wenbo will not be able to escape their lives!"

For this second son, who is completely a gentleman, he has been completely disappointed. He flicked his sleeves hatefully and left directly. I sighed in my heart: "It's the same gentleman, how can Li Tuizhi's son be stronger than the old man's?"

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Mandarin Court University Scholar's House.

The cabinet minister Mu Fuduo walked out of the mansion and breathed a long sigh of relief, under the scorching sun, the world covered in silver makeup made people feel very dazzling. Looking back at Mu Yuan behind him, he was a little emotional and a little reluctant.

Shaking his head, he walked towards the carriage.

"Daddy!"

Behind him came the voice of her daughter's daughter.

Mu Fuduo turned his head and smiled as his daughter in a peach-colored dress came over, and said, "What's the matter with Qinglian'er?"

Mu Qinglian frowned and came closer, and said, "Daddy, there are some things that my daughter wants to ask Daddy." ”

Mu Fuduo said, "What's the matter?"

"Since the death of the first emperor, my father has always been a little distracted. Last night, he sighed for a long time, but since dawn, his father has suddenly opened up, which makes his daughter very puzzled. A few days ago, my father even said that he wanted to arrange for his daughter to go to Wudang Mountain to find her eldest brother. Daddy's behavior these days is so weird, so my daughter now wants to know what all this is all about. ”

Mu Qinglian said this, her expression was very stubborn, with a feeling of breaking the sand pot and asking the end.

Mu Annoys laughed and said: "My father's name is easy, and the word list is annoying, and this table is taken by my father's teacher, and the teacher said that it is easy to know and difficult to do, but there are many troubles." This teacher, he is only seven years older than his father, he was just a teacher in Qixia Village, and his father began to study under his enlightenment. ”

But at that time, he already had a kind of aura that made people look up to the mountains. Later, he became the champion. Later, he became a saint, and later, he died. Good girl, do you know who he is?"

Mu Qinglian stayed for a moment, completely unable to understand why his father would look at him, so he shook his head.

"His name is Liu Jiechen, and the word indicates that it is far away. ”

When these words fell, Mu Qinglian's brain exploded, and she looked at her father incredulously.

Liu Mingyuan? Liu Mingyuan, who rebelled? His father turned out to be his student? Then his father's appearance of losing his soul in recent days seems to have a faint answer.

"In a few days, you will go to Wudang Mountain. It's a pity that I couldn't find you a good family. ”

After saying this, Mu Fuduo smiled and patted her head gently, then turned around and entered the carriage.

Mu Qinglian lost her mind for a long time, and watched the carriage leave blankly.

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