There is no proof of death!

After most people heard this, the first thing that came to mind was this result, Sun Yingyuan stood there for a while, first at a loss, and then said:

"Your Majesty, although the thief who committed the assassination is dead, I will listen to what he said just now!"

"This time the assassination should be King Fu-"

Before he finished saying this, Zhu Youxiao angrily reprimanded:

"Shut up!"

When the words landed, Sun Yingyuan and the surrounding palace people fell to their knees, and some people even turned pale with fright because of the emperor's sudden prosper.

Zhu Youxiao stretched out his hand, pressed it on Sun Yingyuan's shoulder, squeezed it tightly, seemed to use up the little strength he had left, kept shaking, and roared:

"He—he's my imperial uncle..."

"How could it be him."

Sun Yingyuan was silent, just stood firmly in place, letting the emperor shake his body crookedly.

More than an hour later, Cining Palace.

"It's him! In addition to Zhu Changxun in the whole world, who else dares to do such a thing? ”

"Assassination, for the sake of Concubine Zheng!"

"How could it be him?"

Concubine Liu smashed the jade cup in her hand on the ground, looked at the jade shattered to the ground, and did not feel a little distressed, and she didn't even want the last bit of "grace".

"Emperor!"

"The emperor doesn't have to guard that little bit of old love between uncle and nephew, you treat him as the emperor's uncle, did he ever think of you as the emperor's nephew?"

Concubine Liu sat back in her position, her chest rising and falling, and she said after a long time:

"When Concubine Zheng Guifei was in the palace, she was arrogant and domineering, and he didn't care about the queen and the palace, so forget it."

"King Fu actually did such a thing as assassination, even if the emperors and ancestors of the temple knew about it, they would not be able to spare him!"

"When it's time to make a decision, what is the emperor still hesitating about?"

There was silence in the Cining Palace for a long time.

A dark cloud obscured the daylight, and the palace was darkened, and at this time, the Western bell sent by John Tang rang three times, breaking the silence.

Zhu Youxiao stood in place, upholding the majesty of being an emperor, and Concubine Liu gradually calmed down, her eyes swept over him, looked away, and said quietly:

"Since the emperor doesn't want his uncle and nephew to kill each other, why don't you go to the Taimiao Temple to ask for a sign and ask the meaning of the emperor's ancestor?"

"If the emperor's ancestors forgave King Fu, today's words, the emperor only thought that the palace did not say it!"

Zhu Youxiao was stunned for a moment and sighed:

"That's it."

"Pass the order, three days later, in the early morning, I will sacrifice to the Taimiao!"

A little later, the news that the emperor was assassinated and that the assassin was instructed by King Fu spread throughout the inner court at once.

After the inner court, there is the entire Jingshi and Zhili.

The people who heard it were all shocked and subconsciously couldn't believe it, but then there were more rumors and gossip in endlessly.

For example, after the emperor was rescued, he was furious and counted everyone down.

When he heard the assassin shouting what King Fu had said, he looked incredulous, and he had a big quarrel with Concubine Liu in Cining Palace for this.

The more news about the emperor's abnormality, the more real it seems to the ears of the melon-eating masses outside.

The deep palace is not an impermeable wall, although Zhu Youxiao "strictly ordered" no one to leak the news for the sake of King Fu's safety and reputation, but the slogan shouted by the assassin that day still spread away.

At this moment, King Fu jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it away.

Three days later, at three o'clock, the sky was just dawning, and the road from Xinuan Pavilion to the temple was cleaned by the palace people overnight.

Everyone looked at Zhu Youxiao, who was walking slowly from the Xinuan Pavilion in despair, and they all sighed deeply for this emperor in their hearts.

"What Concubine Zheng Guifei did in the palace, all palaces and bureaus have long known."

"That's it, the emperor just sent Concubine Zheng Guifei into the cold palace, and asked people to feed her every day, so merciful, Prince Fu still sent assassins."

"Yes, the emperor is really miserable!"

"If Lord Fu acts like this, he will not be able to distinguish between right and wrong, and he will not die well!"

"It depends on how the Imperial Ancestor of the World Temple answers."

The palace people were chatting, and when they saw the emperor coming from a distance, they quickly closed their lips, lowered their heads and looked at their feet, and said nothing.

It can be seen that the emperor's performance in the past few days was very confident in King Fu, but the ironclad evidence, coupled with the pressure of Concubine Liu, made him have to make the final effort.

That is, in the temple, in front of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, he asked for a sign for the future fate of King Fu.

This is not only to see the will of heaven, but also to ask the ancestors.

"Factory father, it's all arranged."

A stall leader of the East Factory walked around the corner and said respectfully to the old eunuch who had been waiting here for a long time:

"Today, the emperor is asking for a signature in the World Temple, and there will be no signature."

"Well done." Wei Zhongxian waved his hand, motioned him to go down, then looked at the morning glow on the horizon, and said:

"This master, acting too carefully, these days are like a different person, if it weren't for this governor, I would have known about it, but I'm afraid I would have been deceived."

After the stall left, a celebrant eunuch flattered:

"It's not just you, yesterday afternoon, the concubine heard the news, but she didn't doubt it at all, and she believed it to death."

"This governor is also strange, the concubine has never been angry to such a point since she slapped the seal of the queen mother, just because the emperor was assassinated this time, so it became like this?"

Wei Zhongxian walked as he walked, and he saw that he was about to go down the steps.

When the eunuch saw this, he hurriedly rushed forward, stepped down the stone steps first, stretched out his left arm, and said with a smile:

"Who says it's not, it has to be Your Majesty's strategy."

Wei Zhongxian glanced at him, put his right hand on his arm, and said as he descended the steps:

"Your Majesty's ability, how can we, who are slaves and maids, see it all, and support you well, don't be noisy."

The eunuch was nervous, but the next moment he smiled, and he was busy holding on, not daring to slack off.

Descending the stone steps, Wei Zhongxian withdrew his hand and suddenly asked:

"Why hasn't the Governor seen you, and when did you become the celebrant of ceremonies?"

The eunuch was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied:

"The slave Cao Huachun, who was under Wang Anmen the year before last, after Wang An returned to his hometown to retire, the slave and maid have been thinking about how to gain a foothold in the palace."

"Last month, one of the eunuchs of the celebrant died of diarrhea, and thanks to the blessing of your factory father, he finally came in."

"Cao Huachun..."Wei Zhongxian muttered, and suddenly said:

"Wang Anke is still alive?"

"Go back to the factory, die, die last year!" Cao Huachun smiled, without a trace of nostalgia:

"The old thing's body has not been very good, even if he gets the grace of God and goes back to retire, it is still not as good as day by day, which is better than you!"

Wei Zhongxian and Wang An have a deep relationship, both the grace of knowing each other, and the resentment of rivals since they have been fighting for a long time.

Hearing this, he didn't know whether he was happy or a little sad for a while, he just snorted coldly and said:

"Okay, when you enter the celebrant and the celebrant is in charge, you will work carefully."

"You can't be sloppy when you do things for the emperor."

"The slaves and maids are all at the behest of the factory-"

Cao Huachun nodded all the way, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a small stone in front of him, so he hurriedly went up and kicked it away, saying:

"Where did the wild stone come from, dare to block the way of the factory!"

......

The four-seated dragon chariot stopped outside the Great Gao Xuan Palace, countless factory guards stood around, and a column of palace ladies was waiting outside the hall with sheep's horn lights.

In the temple, Zhu Youxiao saluted the incense, kowtowed, heard the sound of small footsteps behind him, and said sideways:

"Don't come in, let me ask the Imperial Ancestors myself."

"Yes, don't worry, the old slave has been waiting at the door-"

Wei Zhongxian, who was in front of Zhu Youxiao, was extremely similar to Cao Huachun of Fang Cai, so he didn't dare to say much, and bent down and retreated.

After saying that, Zhu Youxiao turned his head and shook the stick holder in his hand, seeing that no sign fell, he had to increase his strength and shake it violently.

"Smack..."

A skewer fell to the ground.

With this small sound, it seemed that the entire empire trembled.

Zhu Youxiao took a deep breath, picked up the skewer and glanced at it.

Immediately, his whole body began to tremble irrepressibly, and after being stunned for a moment, he threw the stick out of the hall and yelled out of his temper:

"Even you think my imperial uncle deserves to die?"

"That's it! In accordance with the wishes of all of you, I sent an edict to summon the British Duke Zhang Weixian to the Xinuan Pavilion! ”