Chapter 237: Father, Son?

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From the time Emperor Qingyou suddenly fainted, it was chaotic for half a year.

Lian Zeyu arched his hand and said very seriously: "The son can see his father here, God bless me Lian Dynasty." ā€

If Donghai hadn't been suppressed by his envy and power, and Chen Kuanhai had been suppressed; If Nanjun has a different heart; If the people of the west are in turmoil; If the old general Quan easily moved the place and mixed in this civil strife...... Or, in the end, Liu Chuanmou won the final victory, and regardless of whether the power of the Lian family fell to the Liu family, the young lord ascended the throne, which was the beginning of another chaos.

All of the above, Lian Zeyu's voice recounted steadily, as if he was talking about the history of another dynasty.

"Father, in this turmoil, the elite of the Ding army, lost nearly half of it; The defenders of Shicheng Pass were almost completely wiped out; The defenders of Xijun, Liu Chuanmou's subordinates, Liu Pingbo's subordinates were more than 10,000 people, and the defenders led by Gyeonggi Tongqin lost eight or nine out of ten; In this forbidden palace, the guards are almost dead. ā€

These words slowly quieted down Emperor Qingyou.

He is an emperor and has his own account in his heart.

These armies, the arch guards of the country, it is not easy for every soldier to raise them, especially Liu Chuanmou and Liu Pingbo have been in the western capital for a long time, and they also have the responsibility of guarding the border; And Shicheng Pass is a fortress, and after calculation, these losses are all veterans who have been on the battlefield, whether it is the utility or the money spent on them, it is not comparable to the new soldiers...... What's more, there is also the Ding Army, which is the elite of the elite......

In this chaos, Liu Chuanmou mobilized grain and grass for the war, and some directly collected it from the people. Xijun has ten rooms and nine emptiness, just to appease and comfort the people, it will be expensive, not counting the current lack of green and yellow, lack of food and clothing, will it cause civil unrest...... In the northwest area of Shangjing, there is not much grain left, but fortunately, although the ministers want to fight, they can't bear to exploit the people, so the treasury and silver around Shichengguan have been empty. ā€

The legacy of the war is endless, and I don't know how many years it will take to erase this scar, Lian Zeyu is still speaking calmly and in a low voice: "Xijun has always had many rich households, Shu brocade, coal mines, medicinal materials...... In this turmoil, business also came to a standstill, and the people of Xijun flocked to flee, some went to Huodu by land, and more flocked to various ferry towns along the river, and the boats in many towns were looted, even the ships in the army were not spared, which affected the business of relying on waterways in the north and south. ā€

He sighed: "I'm afraid we will have to lower the tax this year, but once the tax is lowered, it will be extremely difficult to raise it again." ā€

Lian Zeyu stood up, and through the window of the dormitory, he could see the Qinzheng Hall in the distance, and under the sunset, it looked even more brilliant, as if the killing battle just now was a dream.

He turned his head and looked at Emperor Qingyou on the bench: "Father thinks that I want to rebel, and I want such a country?" ā€

He wanted to ask a lot.

He wanted to ask: Since I was six years old, you took me with your own hands and taught me every word and deed personally, until I entered the East Palace, and you personally selected the prince's due team, lest one of them have bad morals and bring me badly, but now, do you not believe in your son at all?

But he didn't want to ask anything, Emperor Qingyou couldn't answer, he couldn't speak.

Lian Zeyu approached Emperor Qingyou again, and instead of sitting down, he knelt in front of the bench.

"This chaos, the palace is also full of chaos, my mother escaped from the palace in order to avoid being poisoned by Concubine Li, the mother of a country, was rounded up outside, described as embarrassed, scarred, my brother ......" Lian Zeyu choked up, and his voice became deeper and lower: "Died in the chaos...... If it weren't for your will, who would dare ......"

He slowly raised his head: "The queen escaped from the forbidden palace with the imperial seal, and she has been on the run for more than a few months, and this matter has long been known to the world!" Why did this unheard of thing happen from ancient times to the present? How should the sons explain to the world? Now my mother and the imperial seal are outside Beijing, the queen mother can be called a virtuous queen, and she has suffered a lot for the protection of the dynasty, and the sons and daughters cannot let the queen mother have a little stigma. ā€

Lian Zeyu said again: "My father is still here, but my son, as the crown prince, led the troops to attack Shangjing. is the son of the son to succeed to the throne, and then how to face the mouth of the world? The world has a lot of discussions, and most of them say that the father and the emperor favored the adulterous concubine to listen to the rumors. Erchen thought that his father had always been wise and decisive, ruled the country and the people, and all the people praised him," he said this, stopped, looked at Emperor Qingyou for a long time, and kowtowed heavily: "Erchen thinks that my father must have suffered from Qi Huan's official affairs in his illness." ā€

The eunuch next to him was still lying on the ground, quietly looking up at the two of them without knowing anything.

Emperor Qingyou already understood.

It's a dead end!

He thought blankly, no matter what, after he died, the crown prince would have the final say on what happened after his death. If you want to survive, it is old and faint, and you can't escape the word "wild" or "sorrowful", so how will future generations look at him...... And if you want to have a good reputation, then you should be dead now, and all the troubles are done by Concubine Li, and it has nothing to do with him.

When Emperor Qingyou couldn't think of a way out, Lian Zeyu had already gotten up and said outside: "Imperial Doctor Zheng." ā€

Imperial Physician Zheng bowed in, and Lian Zeyu said, "Needle for the emperor." Then he walked out of the dormitory.

Emperor Qingyou's illness was originally curable, but Gu Jiayan and Qian Jun had already explained to Imperial Doctor Zheng, the holy hand of stroke, and they made Emperor Qingyou unable to speak or move until now.

Imperial Physician Zheng opened an application tool, carefully pulled out the needle, and began to perform the needle very steadily.

When he saw that Emperor Qingyou's fingers were already moving, he took his things, bowed down and retreated in front of Lian Zeyu, and knelt down with a "poof".

Lian Zeyu glanced at Cheng Siyuan coldly, although he didn't like him to reveal his intentions, but in the end, he also felt a little pity in his heart for this Imperial Doctor Zheng, who had a very good treatment for stroke, so he said coldly: "You didn't enter the palace today." Find a way to get around by yourself. ā€

Imperial Physician Zheng kowtowed several times at this time, and left Liquan Palace in a panic and gratefully.

Emperor Qingyou slowly moved his fingers unharmed, to his entire arm, and then to his whole body, and he actually returned to his control, how could he not know that his illness was not serious at all!

But now it's at the end of the day!

As soon as he moved, the eunuch heard the movement, his face was happy, and he hurriedly went over to help him slowly get up, but saw Emperor Qingyou slowly walked over to the bookcase, stretched out his hand like a dead branch, and grabbed the Shang Fang sword inserted next to him!

The eunuch didn't know if Emperor Qingyou was so angry that he wanted to go to the prince to settle accounts, and this sword had already pierced his body weakly! (To be continued.) )