Chapter 422

Different from the elated appearance of everyone in the northern border city, it has been five days since the final battle between the two armies of Xining and Huiqiang, but everyone in the capital is nervous, and the doors and courtyards on the streets that have always been bustling are closed, and the people are even more closed.

Just because on the streets of the entire capital, not long after the emperor left Beijing, he frequently changed the soldiers who patrolled the city, alternating between the two, and they began to fight on the street when they didn't agree with each other.

The northern border city has already changed the news of Zuo Yuanfeng's victory, and unknowingly, it was privately rumored that Emperor Zhengcang, the current son of the Xining Dynasty, had died on the battlefield in the north!

The emperor died, the palace capital was temporarily ownerless, but the entire Xining military power was controlled by Zuo Yuanfeng, who was far away in the north, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who was originally established by Emperor Zhengcang himself, is now before Zuo Yuanfeng returned to Beijing and the emperor's spirit has not returned, claiming that he is too young to take on the responsibility, and he actually gave up the inheritance of the throne to the eighth prince!!

No one dared to say where things would develop next, but from the ministers' palaces, which were strictly guarded by many officers and soldiers, they could vaguely guess that the direction of things would not be ordinary.

There is such news in the streets, coupled with the soldiers patrolling intensively, even the people of the capital who are used to seeing the change of dynasty can't help but be nervous, and they don't even dare to speak loudly at home.

Now it is almost winter, and the cold wind and leaves are falling in the whole capital, and it is bleak and lonely.

This cold wind blows in the palace in the middle of the night, and it will not be an exception, it seems to be even more cool, and walking on the stone road in the palace, it seems that it will shiver slightly.

It was the fifteenth day, the moon was full, shining brightly, but the whole palace was silent and palpitating.

The fallen leaves in the cool breeze fell from time to time, but there was a faint burst of suppressed but eager laughter.

The little eunuch on duty at night knew where the laughter came from, but he didn't even dare to raise his head, quietly carried the lantern that had not been lit, and quickly disappeared around the corner without leaving the ground.

If you listen carefully, the laughter that came out of the middle of the night actually came from the palace, the main hall of the emperor's court!

In the main hall of the Xining Dynasty, I saw a noble lady dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a graceful face sitting firmly on the throne of the ninety-five supreme emperor, with two hands that were still white, respectively placed on the armrests of the two dragons of the dragon chair, and slowly laughed:

"Finally...... The whole Xining world will be ours......"

The murmuring echoed slowly throughout the large but empty hall, but it was mixed with the sound of unhurried footsteps, and it turned out that there was another person in the main hall, and it was still a man.

The man was also dressed in a gorgeous dress, and his face was seven or eight points similar to the noble lady sitting on the emperor's throne, only to see him pull up his sleeves, walk slowly, stop at the bottom of the stairs from the high dragon chair, look up at the noble lady on the dragon chair, and say respectfully:

"Mother, this throne has been lived by virtuous people since that time, and the sons and daughters wish their mothers and concubines in advance to get what they want."

The man's voice was respectful and a little proud, it was the nobility naturally formed by the royal family for many years, and the narrow eyes like the noble lady narrowed slightly, but it added a sense of coldness.

It turned out that these two people were the former emperor's favorite concubine Song and her son, Chu Xuanyun, the eighth prince, who controlled almost half of the palace and the capital in their hands.

I only heard Song Guifei say with sarcasm and resentment when she heard this:

"This throne was originally yours by Yun'er, but I didn't expect the emperor to change the edict before he died, so that the palace had no time to deal with it, so that the throne was handed over to others for so many years. Now...... Where can his son continue to sit on this throne? ”

"Mother is talking about the emperor and His Royal Highness the crown prince?" When Chu Xuanyun heard this, he saw that his mother, who was sitting on the emperor's dragon chair, was still shy about Emperor Zhengcang, who had died, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, stood sideways and looked out of the window of the main hall, and said lightly.

But seeing Song Guifei sitting on the high platform dragon chair, her face seemed to be slightly angry, and she said in a deep voice:

"The emperor of this palace, from now on, you are the emperor of the Xining Dynasty, and the position of the crown prince can only be done by your son, and there is no need for another."

Chu Xuanyun couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this, but he didn't look back, and there seemed to be a little hesitation in his voice, only to hear Chu Xuanyun say:

"Mother, although he is dead, after all, he is the second brother of this king, and the prince is also the nephew of this king, this time...... How can this king ......?"

"If you are soft-hearted, it will be difficult to become a great weapon!"

When Song Guifei heard the words and saw Chu Xuanyun's compassion, she didn't have the slightest emotion and soft-heartedness, only to see Song Guifei slowly stand up from the dragon chair, as if she was nostalgic, her hands slowly stroked from the armrests on the dragon chair, and then walked a few steps on the high platform of the empty hall, looked at Chu Xuanyun under the stage and said:

"Take a good look, what kind of place is this?"

Seeing that her son looked back and looked puzzled, Song Guifei continued:

"This is the place where the courtiers meet, and on this high platform, there is a dragon chair, and the emperor sits! Under one person, above 10,000 dead, Xining only needs this one emperor, and that is you!! ”

But Chu Xuanyun still looked hesitant, and seemed to have a trace of sadness and said:

"Mother, the royal brother is dead, if this king doesn't even let go of his son, then where is the king's 'virtue'? Are you really going to let me kill the crown prince? If General Zuo is suspicious......"

"He's not a prince! Moreover, you are the one who is about to ascend to the throne and rule the Xining Dynasty! What's more, how could this palace have said that he would let you kill him? I saw Song Guifei slowly walking down the steps above the high platform, snorted lightly, and said:

"After dealing with the prince several times, the coercion and temptation did not see any relenting words, but this palace originally thought that this prince candidate set up by Emperor Zhengcang, what was the toughness? Unexpectedly, in just one day, the prince changed his mind...... The emperor has already died on the battlefield in the north, and even if he doesn't die, it will definitely not be much better, otherwise why would Zuo Yuanfeng delay his return to Beijing so much? What's more, this throne was originally given to you by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself, and it is reasonable for you to inherit the throne as a royal bloodline. At that time, the wood has been completed, the capital and even the world have become a foregone conclusion, thinking that he is loyal and righteous in the name of Zuo Yuanfeng, he can only respect you as the emperor, what are you worried about? ”

At this point, Chu Xuanyun did not continue to refute his mother's words, but raised his eyes to look at the concubine who was close at hand, and asked:

"Father, he was ...... Isn't it ...... to the royal brother?"

Chu Xuanyun asked hesitantly, but Song Guifei knew what he wanted to ask, so she couldn't help lowering her eyes slightly, remembering what happened many years ago, and said lightly:

"The first emperor did what ordinary people did not do, and the palace can only say that before he became seriously ill, he was the emperor who thought he was ...... competent" (to be continued.) )