I haven't asked for a ticket for a few days, can I weakly ask for a vote and ask for encouragement from the beauties?

Come, come, serve.

------Off topic------

"Prepare pen and paper."

After that, he didn't know what he thought, so he hurriedly got up and found an old yellow paper talisman in the carved dark compartment. Holding it in the palm of his hand, his eyes warmed, and he looked at Jiao Yu again.

"There will be a way."

Zhao Mianze rubbed his forehead, his eyes deepened slightly.

Seeing that he had a headache, Jiao Yu was slightly stunned, "What can I do?" Look at the meaning of Father-in-law He's letter, Miss Seven is preparing to live in Yinshan and guard the spirit of King Jin for a lifetime. Even if you can't use the strong one, you can't use the soft one, and you can't use the top one. ”

"Tie? Her temperament, if it is not voluntary, who can force it? ”

"That lowly position, with the tie-up, will also be tied back for you."

"What's the use of you going? She hated me and hated me for beating the mandarin ducks that day. Perhaps, she counted Uncle Nineteen's death on my head. ”

The corners of Zhao Mianze's lips pursed slightly, and he laughed at himself.

Jiao Yu stood beside him, glanced at him, and said tentatively, "Your Highness, do you want to go to Yinshan and bring back Miss Seven?" ”

"He Cheng'an, this idiot, can't do this thing!"

In the Wenhua Palace, Zhao Mianze also had a letter in his hand. Read the letter. The content of the novel's letter, his warm complexion, slightly cool, and those eyes seemed to have a touch of annoyance.

……

Even if she comes back, she is only a concubine, she is the princess.

She was not an opponent back then, not to mention that she is in a stable position now?

Her gaze cooled for a moment, she stroked her stomach and smiled again.

That slut is so poisonous, dare to come directly from the military post, if you let others or Mianze see it, how can you get it?

Xia Wenqiu responded casually, but her heart was cold.

"No problem, it's a letter from my father."

Baoqin was frightened by her appearance before, swallowed her saliva, and then said "oh", and whispered, "It was transferred from the military post to the East Palace, and the post envoy saw that the name of the princess was written on it, so he directly delivered it, and the slave maid took it, this letter ...... Any questions? ”

"Baoqin, how did you find out about the letter?"

After relieving herself, she regained her indifference.

So many years have passed since the events of that night, who can still say who saved people?

Not afraid of her, she doesn't have to be afraid of her.

Xia Wenqiu's brain was excited, and he finally came back to his senses from fear.

Pregnant?

"Concubine Taisun, you are pregnant, take care, don't be angry?"

Seeing that her face was pale, both Rongqin and Huqin were scared, and Huqin was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she still had the courage to go over to help her.

"Concubine Taisun? What's wrong with you? ”

Zhao Jun is dead, why is she so fatal?

Is that slut really not dead?

She's coming back?

But the paper was gone, and the cold sweat on her back did not retreat.

Xia Wenqiu was angry, glared at her, trembled his hands, and quickly crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and burned it on the fire.

"Get out! Get out of the way and don't get in front of you. ”

"Concubine Taisun, what's wrong with you?"

Watch her tremble her hands and hug the piano nervously as she passes.

"One day in a certain year and month, in the trap of the royal hunting ground, the girl who saved His Majesty the Imperial Grandson seems to be not the Imperial Grandson? Third sister, are you afraid? I am back. ”

There was no signature on the letter, only one sentence.

"This slut."

Baoqin held a letter in her hand, which was sealed with fire paint, she took it, and glanced at the two girls, and when they retreated to the side, she pulled it out, only glanced at it, and her complexion suddenly changed greatly.

"Concubine Taisun, there is your letter."

As soon as she answered, she ran in in a hurry, her temperament was more frizzy than that of Lianqin, and her speed of speech was also fast.

"It seems that I went back to the Wenhua Palace."

"Has the imperial grandson returned to the palace?"

She let out an "um" and hugged the hand stove, her face slightly warmer.

Lyre stood aside and handed her an enamel handhman.

"Concubine Taisun, the hand stove is ready."

Xia Tingde was injured in Yinshan and broke both legs at the knee, and she only learned today. But she still doesn't know how it hurts, and whether the woman she hates the most is dead or not.

Under the parrot frame in Zeqiu Courtyard, Xia Wenqiu was dressed in orange-red makeup and winter clothes, teasing the parrots, and she was a little distracted.

East Palace.

……

"Your Majesty, Queen Mother, the Chengguo Mansion has sent a letter, saying yes, saying that the Lord of Jingyi County learned of the death of His Royal Highness King Jin and is in Jingyi Garden...... Died for His Highness. ”

But before Emperor Hongtai went out, the stewards and eunuchs of Kunning Palace hurriedly broke in. He glanced at the emperor, and then at Empress Zhang, and finally Ai Ai's sharp voice reported.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty."

Looking at his back, Empress Zhang smiled.

"No need, you're weak, keep it." Then he got up, "You rest, I'm gone." ”

Looking at her strong appearance, Emperor Hong Tai frowned.

"The world is unpredictable, how can you complain about Your Majesty?" Empress Zhang said, propping herself up, coughing twice before saying, "Later, the concubine will go to the Rouyi Hall for a walk, talk to the concubine, and relax her heart." The son of a concubine...... It's gone. In this way, she can persuade a few words. ”

Emperor Hongtai frowned, "This thing is strange, if I had allowed her to ask earlier, ended the Northern Expedition, and summoned the old nineteen to return to the dynasty, there would have been no Yinshan incident, and I can't complain that she hates me." ”

"But Concubine Gong and Your Majesty are angry?"

Empress Zhang paused for a moment and smiled knowingly.

It's like I didn't listen to her, frowning and pondering.

She finished speaking, but Emperor Hong Tai was silent for a long time.

Jing Yi's girl said that the concubine's illness was still sad when the seasons changed, but she told the concubine to keep her mood comfortable, which slowly improved. It's just that her illness has never been well, and I heard someone from the Chengguo Mansion say that her body is not as good as day by day. ”

Empress Zhang nodded wistfully and sighed.

Emperor Hong Taidi patted her hand, "I will leave this matter to the second child, you are not in good health, so you don't have to worry about it, just take care of it." ”

Empress Zhang smiled, "Lao Nineteen was raised by a concubine, and he is also the son of a concubine, and the heart of a concubine is no different from that of Your Majesty." After his death, the concubine wanted to handle it herself. ”

"The queen has a heart, I shouldn't be angry with you."

After she explained like this, Emperor Hong Taidi's face softened slightly.

"The concubine is crippled and sick, and she has lived these days, and she has long looked down on life and death. Your Majesty, the matter of the old nineteen, the concubine knows that you are worried. But these years of subconscious Buddhism, but it is to realize a truth, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, all things in the world are forced, Your Majesty is sentimental, hurt yourself and mislead yourself, it is better to look away. ”

Listening to his unpleasant tone, "Good complexion", Empress Zhang's heart was cold, she shook her head with a smile, asked people to sit for him, made tea, and sent Mrs. Lin away, before she said in a low voice.

"The queen looks good today?"

Emperor Hong Taidi looked at her with a cold gaze.

"Hmm."

Empress Zhang, as in the past, had a soft and gentle complexion. For more than a year, she has been taking the prescription from Jingyiyuan, although the illness has not been cured, the person is not thin but fat, and her body is better.

"Your Majesty is here."

The Rouyi Palace is not too far from the Kunning Palace, and the depression in Emperor Hongtai's heart has not subsided, so he finally took a detour to the Kunning Palace. In the warm pavilion of Kunning Palace, the earth dragon burning like fire is extremely warm, Queen Zhang is lying on the bed, and Lin Baoji from the Tai Hospital is seeing her.

"Huh! Good. ”

"Let's go to Kunning Palace." He interrupted Choi Young-da.

"Your Majesty, your body has not healed, and the minion is still ......"

Emperor Hongtai came out of the Rouyi Palace, did not take a ride, but was supported by Cui Yingda, walking between the palace walls with red walls and blue tiles, looking at the glory everywhere, looking at his world, looking at his country, his heart was unspeakably melancholy.

……

"Don't you want to? How many times have concubines begged you? The concubine's request was so humble, she just wanted to see her son, she just wanted him to live. As long as he lives...... But such a small request, His Majesty pushed back and forth, and he had to wait until he died to say that he didn't want to? ”

Concubine Gong's body trembled and looked over.

"Shan'er, why are you forcing me? I don't want to do anything about the old nineteen. ”

Suppressing that anger, he finally softened his tone.

Isn't it just that he doesn't dare to do anything to her?

He is the emperor, how dare she?

Emperor Hong Tai thought of Ziyue, who had gone away in anger before, and then looked at this woman who was lying on the bed and treated him as nothing, gritting his teeth, and the fishy sweet breath in his throat boiled straight up.

Such a rebellious word, except for her, no one dares to say it.

"Your Majesty does not have to be like this, and the concubines do not need the mercy of others, nor do they have blessings. From then on, the door of the Rouyi Hall was no longer open for His Majesty. If His Majesty thinks that the concubine has touched the king's face, he can degrade the concubine to the cold palace, or expel the concubine from the imperial city and demote it to a commoner, or simply give the concubine a death and let the concubine go down to take care of the old nineteen, and the concubine has nothing to say. ”

Concubine Gong didn't open her eyes, and her voice was extremely low.

"I am here with you today, and I will rest in the Rouyi Palace."

Emperor Hong Tai frowned and took her hand.

Her appearance is rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is sleepy and has to rest."

Her eyes were hot, and she closed them.

Her old nineteen......

Old Nineteen......

But his firm nose, resolute chin, and the contours that time has not polished, can vaguely see the appearance that made her extremely excited in the past, and it is also like this, how much like her old nineteen.

For more than 20 years, this man has gray hair on his temples and frost on his eyebrows, and the handsome and high-spirited man who once rode a tall horse with a sword in his hand and broke straight into the inner court has finally been rubbed off by the years. Even if he is an emperor and sits on the world, he has to grow old.

Concubine Gong sneered and looked at him silently.

"Shan'er, over the years, you may not know? I was only angry at the moment. Or rather...... It's hate, hating others for getting past you. I was blindfolded at the time, but whether I was my son or not, I didn't really want him to die. Now that I think about it, he's so much like me...... It's me, it's me who owes him. ”

When he was happy, he also called her like this, and he couldn't put her down every time he hugged her, and he couldn't help but love her with three thousand. But so what? He is no different from Emperor Zhide. Spoil her, pity her, give her the best clothes, give her the most kindness, but when they leave her bed, they will sleep in the same other women's beds, and they may call them so tenderly.

He hadn't called her by her name in a long time.

Concubine Gong was slightly stunned.

"You know I don't mean that."

Emperor Hong Tai called in a low voice, and finally became anxious, grabbed her shoulders, his eyes were red as blood, as if he wanted to bite her to death.

"Shan'er!"

"Your Majesty is afraid that people will know that they will lose face? The concubine is not afraid, besides, the concubine is not talking nonsense, Your Majesty, you know very well that when the concubine follows you, she is no longer a virgin, and the concubine and the Emperor Zhide are extremely affectionate, happy every day, how can there be no blood and bones? If it weren't for you, I'd ...... him."

He was defending her face, but Concubine Gong seemed to be stimulated, and she didn't care about that, and her voice was even sharper.

Looking back, he glanced at it, and saw that there was no one else in the inner hall except Cui Yingda, so he was slightly relieved. And Cui Yingda also coughed sensibly and retreated silently.

"Aifei!" Emperor Hong Tai's eyebrows suddenly coldened.

"Your Majesty has no such intention, but the concubine does." Concubine Gong's beautiful eyes slanted, and a sneer burst out from the corner of her lips, "Didn't Your Majesty always want to know?" Haven't you been skeptical? The concubine will tell you the truth today, Lao Nineteen is indeed not from you, he is the son of the concubine and the Emperor Zhide of the previous dynasty, and when he followed you, the concubine already had a body. ”

"Ai Concubine, I don't mean that."

"The concubine's illness is just afraid that it won't get better. Your Majesty doesn't know that the concubine is such a son? For twenty years, the concubines have lived in fear every day, for fear that they will displease Your Majesty and take my son's life...... Now, the concubine is tired and doesn't want to please His Majesty anymore, so Your Majesty will go by himself. ”

She was laughing, but her voice was crying.

Concubine Gong smiled again.

"Concubine...... Say whatever you like. ”

"Your Majesty, what do you want to hear from the concubine?"

Concubine Gong chuckled, looking at the emperor sitting on the edge of the bed with a concerned gaze, and the grievances on her face added a bit of heartbreaking beauty to her face that was still unfading when she was over forty.

"Are you better?"

Emperor Hong Tai was slightly overjoyed, took two steps forward, lifted the beaded curtain, and strode towards her bed.

Concubine Gong on the bed seemed to say "um".

"Concubine."

At this point, there was no speech.

Twenty years of husband and wife.

Emperor Hongtai snorted, crossed Aunt Yu, and went straight into the inner hall. But the original anger finally dissipated on the edge of the bead curtain. He stopped, looked at the figure through the beaded curtain and a thin curtain, and was speechless for a long time.

"Don't want to see me?"

"Your Majesty, Niang Niang said, she doesn't want to see, she doesn't want to see ......"

"I'm going to see her."

Emperor Hongtai's eyebrows were extremely cold, and he waved his hand.

Cui Yingda sighed in her heart, glanced at Emperor Hongtai, and wanted to play a round, "Your Majesty, since Niangniang is unwell, it is better to ......"

Aunt Yu didn't look up, her tone was indifferent, but the meaning was very clear, this was Concubine Gong's refusal to see the holy driver?

"Niangniang also said, I hope Your Majesty will forgive your sins, your sick body is inconvenient to face the saint, please go back to Your Majesty."

"It doesn't matter."

"Your Majesty, my mother is so sick that she can't get out of bed to meet her, so she specially asked the slave and maid to excuse her guilt."

But before he entered the inner hall, he saw Aunt Yu who came to greet him blocking the door. Aunt Yu is Concubine Gong's personal maidservant, and she is very familiar with Cui Yingda, and she can always have a few naughty smiles when they meet on weekdays, but at this time, her face is cold.

After a pause, Emperor Hong Tai calmed down all day.

Cui Yingda sighed, not knowing how to comfort the emperor. Although this Princess Ziyue is not angry with him once or twice, the father and daughter have always been close, and there has never been such a-for-tat confrontation as today.

After that, she ignored Emperor Hong Tai and trembled with anger, sniffed, and swept away like the wind.

"If the father doesn't kill him, the son will retire."

Zhao Ziyue glared at him, choking back tears.

"You bastard, you're going to be?"

Emperor Hong Taidi trembled his hands and pointed at her.

"You ......"

"Father, you are the emperor, the first person in the world, and the sons and daughters dare not be disobedient, nor do they dare to be presumptuous in front of their father. But now, anyway, my nineteenth brother is gone, and my mother is going to die, so you might as well kill your sons. Father, you hold the country in your hands, and you reign over the world, some are sons, some are daughters, and you are not inferior to your sons......"

Slowly, she finally turned around, her eyes were as red as rabbits, and before she finished her sentence, tears fell big and big, and every word was accusation, sharp as a thorn.

Zhao Ziyue's back stiffened.

"Azusa! How did you speak to your father? Emperor Hong Tai was almost so angry with her that he turned his back on him, and his words aggravated his tone.

"Father doesn't have long eyes? Can't see for yourself? ”

Zhao Ziyue didn't look back, her voice choked.

"What's wrong with your mother?"

Emperor Hong Taidi called out to her.

"Azusa Moon ......"

She threw herself into his arms, looked up and saw that it was him, and did not greet him as usual, but looked at him with a pale face, and did not give him a good look, and covered her mouth to run.

Emperor Hongtai didn't say a word, and before he entered the hall, he saw Zhao Ziyue, who was rushing out of the inner hall with tears in his eyes.

These days, Emperor Hongtai is sick and comes less, but no matter which time he comes, Concubine Gong greets him with a smile, eagerly expecting him to give an order to let Zhao Bottle return to the court. But today's Rouyi Hall seems to be shrouded in a layer of grievances, and everyone bows their heads and waits outside with their breathlessness, silent.

The Rouyi Hall is the dormitory where the concubine Niangniang lived.

Cui Yingda helped Emperor Hong Tai into the Rouyi Palace.

……

"Yes, grandson."

At this time, he said "the family members in the house" to settle well, which actually made his back feel a little cold, and he paused for a moment before responding.

He, the imperial grandfather, has never guessed how true or false he says and acts. Even if he has been by his side for many years, and he personally supervises the way of governance, it is difficult to figure out his true thoughts.

Zhao Mianze raised his head and met Emperor Hong Tai's gaze.

"Your nineteenth uncle's family members and close ministers should be well settled. The Northern Expeditionary Army has returned, it should be rewarded, it should be promoted, and it cannot be delayed for this matter. ”

Zhao Mianze also replied respectfully, "The grandson is here." ”

"Mianze."

Emperor Hong Tai looked at Zhao Mianze again and lowered his voice.

Zhao Gou lowered his head and held his hand, "Yes, Erchen should do his best." ”

"This matter will wait for Dongfang Qingxuan to return to the court, I will ask carefully, you can go first. For the funeral of the old nineteenth, the second brother is the order of the sect, and the second brother, so you have to worry a lot. ”

Emperor Hong Tai, who was on the dragon chair, touched the beard on his chin, and finally supported his forehead and waved his hand at him.

In the past, some people thought that Zhao Mianze had a gentle temperament and was a little less domineering, and he was not a good candidate for the king of the world. But these days, everything in the DPRK and China is in order, he is soft but not indecisive, and he is young, but he can keep quiet. What's even more eye-catching is that he can't tell whether he is very deep in the city or is like this.

In the temple, there was silence again.

Zhao Mianze's heart sank, pursed his lips, and his face was solemn, "Grandson agrees with what the second uncle said, you should investigate." ”

"Oh? Do you think so? ”

Emperor Hong Taidi narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Zhao Mianze did not hesitate, he stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said, "Grandpa Huang, according to what his grandson has seen, the nineteenth uncle has the merit of leaving a legacy for future generations in both the country and the people. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Mianze's face, and they all wanted to see how the imperial grandson, who had not been in the throne for a long time, would respond.

The emperor's mind is the direction of the divine will.

Everyone was slightly surprised.

All around, there was silence.

In the past, Emperor Hongtai always called him by his name, and did not call him "the imperial grandson" so formally and solemnly. He knew that Zhao Zhu's death had a pimple in the emperor's heart, and the pimple spike pointed at him.

Zhao Mianze was slightly stunned.

"Imperial grandson, what do you think of your second uncle's words?"

Emperor Hongtai looked at Zhao Gou, the son who was a sect commander, but who had never ignored court affairs like idle clouds and wild cranes, suddenly sighed and looked at Zhao Mianze, who had never spoken from beginning to end.

The struggle between the factions of the party and the brothers has once again kicked off.

Zhao Gou's words were not only echoed by most of the unwilling princes, but also quickly approved by several important ministers in the court. Of course, there is also the opposition of a large group of people.

After years of sharpening the sword, you have to find the right opportunity to unsheath it.

In the face of imperial power, the blood of compatriots is vulnerable.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is always behind.

In this way, the emperor is old, no matter whether he is established or inherited, Zhao Gou, the second son of Empress Zhang, will be the most powerful candidate for the throne of Dayan.

Once thoroughly investigated, if Zhao Zhu's death is related to Zhao Mianze, Zhao Mianze, the position of the prince, will not be imprisoned, and he will not be able to serve the world. But after a thorough investigation, the matter was turned over, and the death of King Jin was actually for a "man", which was tantamount to slapping this god-like Shenwu general Wang in the face in front of the people of the world. What died in battle for the country? It's all a joke.

Everyone in the court knows that Xia Tingde, the Duke of Wei, is Zhao Mianze's confidant. In the matter of Yinshan, Zhao Zhu died, and he couldn't get rid of Wei Guogong's involvement, that is, he couldn't get rid of Zhao Mianze's involvement.

But anyone who is a little shrewd will find that Zhao Gou has hidden his fame and sharpened his sword for many years, and now he has grasped the opportunity, and the heavy blow seems to be for Zhao Zhuang's bloody statement, but in fact it is killing two birds with one stone.

Speaking of which, it's just a word for "profit".

You sang and I appeared, and the current politics has always been like this.

The people who can stand here are not ordinary people.

In the temple, there was silence for a long time.

Therefore, Zhao Gou's words can attract countless accomplices.

Zhao Jun died, and he pointed at Zhao Mianze between his words, and the words were sharp, and the rest of the princes should also worry about themselves. Now that the old emperor is still in power, Zhao Mianze still dares to persecute Zhao Zhu, and they are more lonely than Zhao Zhu, once Zhao Mianze is called emperor, what their results will be, you can imagine.

But the weight of this statement is very heavy.

Zhao Gou has always been frail, he didn't go to court for ten days, and he didn't make much friends with powerful ministers, today's words can be said to be the first time in many years.

"Father, what is the ability of the nineteenth brother, the father knows it, and we are the elder brothers, so we naturally know it. If someone hadn't deliberately framed him, how could he have strayed into the Imperial Tomb and died in the Imperial Tomb? Erchen agreed with what Liang Guogong said, this matter should be thoroughly investigated, the truth should be revealed, and the nineteenth brother should be given justice! ”

His low and suppressed voice, with a kind of sadness of "rabbit dead fox sorrow", as he spoke, his eyes swept over the silent Zhao Mianze, and then swept over the princes and grandsons, and finally fixed on the face of Emperor Hongtai.

Zhao Gou raised his head and looked at his father on the throne, and his words were cold and hard, "Father, Erchen didn't want to say these words, but now that the nineteenth brother has gone, Erchen, as the second brother, is really not unhappy, and allows Erchen to be presumptuous." ”

"Say."

Emperor Hong Tai's eyes were red, he was having a headache, and he raised his hand when he heard this.

"Father, the son has something to do."

After arguing for a while, Zhao Gou, the king of Qin, who had never asked about the government, that is, the Zhengyi Pin Sect of the Dayan Dynasty, coughed twice, and finally stood up panting.

What really happened in Yinshan? Most people don't know it completely, but these people are all people who hold the highest authority of a dynasty, and they all have their own eyes and their own calculations, and they are not ignorant. As a result, how to "close the coffin" for the death of King Jin has become a thorny problem.

For a while, there was a lot of noise in the hall.

Whether he died fighting for his country or for a "male attendant" had a huge impact on his reputation.

The reverence and seriousness of death in the present day is very different from the materialism of later generations. Not to mention that Zhao Zhugui is a prince, even if he is an ordinary person, he also attaches great importance to his "things behind him, comments on things behind him". How to write this in the history books, for Zhao Zhu's life evaluation, is the most important.

In the temple, each man speaks his own words, and each has his own reason.

"Liang Guogong, the old man is just talking about things. You believe in the character of His Royal Highness King Jin, but the people don't think so. ”

Xu Wenlong was furious, strode forward, and seemed to want to grab him by the collar, "Lu Shangshu, Your Highness's bones are not cold, what are your intentions in insulting him like this?" As a commander of the army, shouldn't he cherish the soldiers? Are you as filthy as you think? ”

"Your Majesty, the old minister learned that the King of Jin died for a male attendant in the camp. According to the minister's view, this matter must not be investigated in detail. If the truth is revealed to the world, won't it make the world laugh? It not only damages the prestige of the country, but also damages the prestige of His Royal Highness the King of Jin. ”

"Liang Guogong's words are wrong, how did the King of Jin die, Your Majesty must have received the news, and he has his own holy judgment." After that, he knelt on the ground and looked at Emperor Hongtai, a pair of thin and small eyes flashed slightly, and he looked like a sleek person.

Before Xu Wenlong's voice fell, Lu Huaming, the secretary of the ministry, stood up, with a slight hint of mockery in his voice.

The person who came out of the concert was Liang Guogong Xu Wenlong. He has an in-law relationship with the Zhao family, and he is the Duke of Liang Guo, who is usually hot-tempered, and he has always been vigorous and resolute, at this time he has a pair of red eyes, and his tone is almost gritted teeth.

"Your Majesty, the King of Jin died for the country, he can't die so unclear, he did it hastily, and he should be thoroughly investigated."

In the palace of the Great Yan Imperial City, where the emperor handled government affairs, it was full of civil and military personnel of the Manchu Dynasty at this time, including Zhao Mianze, the emperor's grandson who governed the government on behalf of the monarch, and even the second prince Zhao Gou, the second prince of Qin, who had not been in the court for a long time, and other princes and grandsons who got the news.

The temple of the body.

……

Emperor Hong Taidi nodded, "See you." ”

"Your Majesty, it's time."

"Cui Yingda, what time is it?"

Cui Yingda's voice recalled Emperor Hong Tai.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are all gathered in the Jinshen Palace, asking to see Your Majesty, it seems that they have come for the matter of King Jin......"

Listening to him talking to himself, Cui Yingda was silent. Until a little eunuch came in with a bow and whispered a few words to him, Emperor Hong Taidi was still immersed in emotions and did not come back to his senses.

He was faint, I don't know what emotion it was, but he said lightly, "This is his home, he was born and raised in Si, what's the matter, he also wants to come back." ”

"Old Nineteen, it's time to come back."

He had many sons, but since that day no one in this world has called him "Daddy." When Lao Nineteen saw him later, there was only one "Father" left, less affection, and more awe and coldness of the "Father".

It's been 20 years.

How many years?

He thought he had forgotten it, but he remembered it so deeply.

Those eyes......

The six-year-old child actually knew how to "kill" and "die", he was extremely angry at that time, and the little child stared at him with a pair of clear eyes, his eyes were full of disbelief, confusion, and fear, he must not have figured out why he wanted to kill his father, who loved him to the bone.

"Dad, are you really going to kill me?"

Even later, he was highly accomplished and his iron hooves stepped all over the territory of Dayan, he finally had the ability to stand on the high sky and overlook all living beings, and he could even stare at his father quietly with such a pair of cold eyes, blackmail him, and talk to him about conditions, he was finally afraid of him, and he could no longer touch him. But he never thought that Lao Nineteen would really die, and he would die in front of him.

More than to love any son.

At that time, he loved him.

A childish voice, through time, rang in his ears. It was nineteen at the age of six. He had many sons, but his sons all called him father, and he dared to call him father. When his sons saw him, they were respectful, and they dared to ride up to his neck, pull his hair, and pull his beard.

"Daddy, I'm going to ride a big horse......"

The gray hair seems to have added another layer of hoarfrost.

After reading the funeral report, Emperor Hong Tai was speechless for a long time.

Father-in-law Lou knelt on the ground, did not dare to raise his head, only held the funeral report high, and added, "Your Majesty, the coffin of His Royal Highness King Jin is already on the way back." ”

"The funeral report is here."

Emperor Hong Tai pointed to Lou Gonggong's hand, trembled, and finally slowly put it down, with a white lip, and asked in a calm voice.

The old nineteen is gone?

Dead?

"The slave said that His Royal Highness the King of Jin is dead."

Grandpa Lou was stared at by him, and his back was cold, and his whole body trembled.

"Say it again."

With his palms propped up on the dragon couch, he stared at Grandpa Lou in mourning clothes, as if he couldn't believe it.

Emperor Hong Tai, who was lying on the bed, also had a slightly stiff face.

Since the Holy Lord's will was sent to Yinshan, he thought that His Royal Highness King Jin would be able to come back in time to celebrate the "Shangyuan Festival" and eat the Lantern Festival in the palace, how could it be like this?

Cui Yingda tightened the dust, and her face was full of surprise.

The word "dead" is like thunder.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the King of Jin, is dead."

Lou Gonggong wrapped a white gauze on his head, tied a hemp rope around his waist, held the funeral report written by Dongfang Qingxuan himself, knelt step by step into the palace, and his thin voice whimpered, bringing out a room of mourning and sadness.

Qianqing Palace.

The funeral report did not enter the Wenhua Hall of the East Palace, and went directly to the Qianqing Palace. Zhao Mianze, the emperor's grandson who heard the news, put on a moon-white brocade coat, stood on the Danqi of the Wenhua Palace, pursed the corners of his lips, and was speechless for a long time.

Holding the funeral report in hand, Lou Gonggong rode his horse all the way into Fengtianmen and entered the most solemn imperial palace of the Dayan Dynasty. On that day, the heavy snow in the capital was not dark, the wind was strong, and the sound was like a swallow.

On the tenth day of the first month of the twenty-seventh year of Hongtai, just a few days before the Shangyuan Festival, Lou Gonggong, the eunuch of the priest and the eunuch Bingbi, who went to Yinshan to preach the decree, finally returned to Beijing overnight.

The conclusion of the coffin is the final affirmation of the merits and demerits of a deceased, a hero who is a powerful hero in the world, and a Shenwu general who is admired by the world.

Countless people say that His Royal Highness the King of Jin is brave and loyal to the country, and he died so unjustly, and there was no big war in Yinshan, why did he die? Whether it was a killing, a power struggle, a frame-up, or something else, it is not known. Almost all the people in the world are waiting, waiting for the Dayan court to give a "coffin-covering" statement for the death of the king of Jin.

But he died, died.

Along the way, countless people bowed down the road, and the cry shook the sky. In their eyes, in the coffin covered with black cloth, was the god they admired, the salvation sent by God, who saved them from the torment of war.

The coffin of the King of Jin has entered Beiping and went south to Yingtianfu.

The mournful wails have not yet dissipated.

The heavy smell of blood enveloped Yin Mountain.

Heaven and earth whimpered, and chaos was unbearable.

It is also from this moment that the wheel of history will eventually be reversed. The calamity of Yinshan is like a buried bomb, those who have hurt, persecuted, and raged have all fulfilled her anger, and she wants to find an outlet to repay the heavy wounds that these people have given her. Even if she is crushed, even if she lives and will become unrecognizable, she must let the blood of this era overflow, and she must make those people pay the price they deserve. It doesn't matter who he is, it's the same.

However, some historians in later generations believe that what led to the turning point in the history of the Dayan Dynasty was not Emperor Hongtai's thunderous means of indiscriminately killing loyal ministers in order to stabilize the country, not that Emperor Hongtai was seriously suspicious and ill and disregarded the cruelty of his son, nor that Emperor Hongtai did not have a long-term vision and chose the wrong prince who inherited Guozuo. The fuse of everything was due to the appearance of a woman, a woman who will forever be recorded in the history of the Dayan Dynasty.

In the twenty-seventh year of Hongtai, the joy of the New Year has not passed, the smoke of firecrackers has not dispersed, and the news that Zhao Zhu, the king of Jin, died in Yinshan, spread all over Nanyan, Beidi, Xirong, Gaoju, and even the countries of Una. Some people sigh, some people like it, some people regret it, some people comment, all of them are different.

Turning the pages of history, people will always be surprised to find that many times, the great changes that have occurred in a historical dynasty often come from an accidental turnaround.

King Jin died, and the world mourned.