The capital of the city, the British government.

Since the British public Zhang Weixian was seriously ill, there has been a low pressure hovering in the sky above the entire Guogong Mansion, and the upper and lower levels of the Guogong Mansion have been unable to breathe.

Whether it is a slave, a family member, or a family general, they all perform their own duties, and they are conscientious in their respective posts, for fear that they will suffer unjustified disasters because of some mistakes.

Under the hollow carved rosewood window, speckled sunlight is reflected, purple light gauze hangs, furniture made of rosewood is all over the house, the fragrance of green wood is mixed with a strong smell of herbs, which makes the house not smell so good, the big bed made of huanghuali, Zhang Weixian is wearing a silk single coat, lying quietly on the bed, there is a young and beautiful slave beside him waiting for him to drink medicine, bitter medicinal juice, full of dry mouth.

"Ahem......"

When Zhang Weixian drank two sips of the medicinal juice, he would spit out a small half because of coughing, his pale face, white lips, bloodless, godless eyes, and a faint smell on his body, but anyone who had some eyesight knew in their hearts that Zhang Weixian's time was running out when he was lying on the bed.

As Zhang Weixian's eldest son, Zhang Zhiji's eyes showed concern, he has passed the age of confusion, although he does not hold the power of the British government, but since he was a child, he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and since Zhang Weixian took power, because of his age, Zhang Zhiji often helps by the side, which also makes Zhang Zhiji understand the power struggle slightly.

Zhang Zhiji's eyes flashed with hesitation, and he said with a little hesitation in his words: "Father, Dingguo Gong...... He was busy with military affairs, and did not come to the capital as invited, Dingguo Gong asked his son to pass a word to you, he must take care of his body, and when he calmed down the trouble of building slaves on the border of the Ming Dynasty, he will talk to your father in detail! ”

Zhang Zhiji did not tell Zhao Zongwu's original words to his father, because although those words had the intention of motivating his father, for Zhang Weixian, who was already terminally ill, hearing such words would probably bring him great stimulation, which was not a good thing.

At least the doctor meant to let him recuperate.

Zhang Weixian's pale face, with a difficult smile, his hands trembled involuntarily, his right hand was slightly raised, and he pointed at Zhang Zhiji, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a trembling and weak tone: "Hehe, I'm afraid that the original words of the Duke of Dingguo are not like this, this Duke wants to listen to what he Zhao Zongwu said." ”

After fighting with Zhao Zongwu for such a long time, how could Zhang Weixian not know Zhao Zongwu's temperament in his heart, when did he Zhao Zongwu speak so politely?

This is by no means Zhao Zongwu's character.

Looking at his father who insisted on smiling, Zhang Zhiji felt a faint pain in his heart, with a little hesitation on his face, but then said in a firm tone: "Brother Zhang, live well, this time my father is going to fight Jiannu, the matter involved is very important, my father can't be as easy as you who stay in the capital, you have to do everything yourself, so this father won't come to see you this time, live well, a new world is about to be born in front of your eyes, don't shock your jaws when the time comes!" ”

After Zhao Zongwu learned of Zhang Weixian's invitation, he immediately guessed in his heart that Zhang Weixian's time to stay in this world was really short.

At this time, Zhang Weixian can live, it is completely supported by the spirit in his heart, if this spirit is discharged, then he Zhang Weixian is not far from death.

So Zhao Zongwu did not use any relaxed tone, but instead used this slightly confused tone to speak to the terminally ill Zhang Weixian.

Sometimes, if there are more shackles in my heart, maybe I can really endure a little longer.

Zhang Weixian, who was lying on the big bed in Huanghuali, had a rare smile on his face after listening to Zhang Zhiji's words, although because of his weak body, he couldn't sit up or do other actions, but those who were familiar with Zhang Weixian could see that he Zhang Weixian was really happy at this moment.

"It seems that this time, my father has no chance to see him Zhao Zongwu again." Consciousness shook his head slightly, staring ahead with confused eyes, Zhang Weixian laughed at himself: "But it's okay, the last chance to kill Zhao Zongwu can be regarded as completely gone, how can he Zhao Zongwu achieve today's results, how can he fall into the trap so easily?" If he Zhao Zongwu is so easy to fall into the trap this time, then he is definitely not Zhao Zongwu! ”

After listening to Zhang Zhiji's words, Zhang Weixian, who was lying on the bed, also said the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

In fact, all this he wanted to do, Zhao Zongwu, who was far away in Xuanfu Town, was also clear in his heart, after all, these were all ambitious men in their hearts, what they wanted to do with each other, how could the other party not be clear?

Seeing his father like this, Zhang Zhiji hurriedly stepped forward and said with relief: "Father, you don't have to be like this, even if we can't solve Zhao Zongwu this time, then we still have a chance to solve him in the future. ”

Looking at his son who comforted him, Zhang Weixian held his heart and said: "My father, just think you are comforting your father, when we are in such a situation, what is not so simple to say, since we are already the son of the British Duke, in the future, as the existence of inheriting the British dukedom, my mind should not be like the gentleman described in the play, I actually said something that did not mean four or six." ”

Zhang Weixian's words made Zhang Zhiji, who was beside him, first nod frequently, and then lowered his head to listen to the teachings, Zhang Weixian said: "Although it is said that my father is seriously ill, any disturbance in this capital is in the heart of my father, and now it is the most critical stage for my British government."

Although it is said that this duke is still alive, there are some things that need to be paid attention to, and you must always be vigilant in your heart, I am afraid that in the next period of time, Zhu Chunchen, the Duke of Chengguo, will challenge my British government for the power of the central government, and it will be the power of this auxiliary government of the country, and it will be impacted. ”

Although Zhang Weixian is about to be terminally ill, his head is very clear, so that Zhang Weixian knows what will happen in the future.

According to Zhang Weixian's thoughts and opinions, in the next period of time, since Zhao Zongwu will not be invited to return to the capital, then the next attention should not be on Zhao Zongwu, they need to devote their energy to doing things with the two public parties headed by Zhu Chunchen and Xu Xi.

Zhang Zhiji nodded and said: "Father, don't worry, in the next period of time, my son will definitely focus all his attention on Zhu Chunchen and Xu Xi, even if they have any ideas in their hearts, it will definitely be impossible to achieve!" ”

Zhang Weixian didn't take his son's guarantee seriously, because Zhang Weixian knew very well in his heart that the power struggle was never simple.

The glory that once belonged to the British government was entirely because he was old, and he was the eldest of the Ming Dynasty, and he was indeed treacherous enough, which made Zhao Zongwu lead his troops away from the capital and seek development in the nine-sided town, so that he could use the strategy to unite the unwilling Chengguo Duke Zhu Chunchen and Pingguo Duke Xu Xi to suppress Zhao Zongwu, the Duke of Dingguo, who was far away in the nine-sided town!

Therefore, the number one person who controls the imperial court is actually Zhang Weixian in many cases.

Now Zhang Weixian is seriously ill, but power is not because one person is seriously ill, it will make others wait willingly, at least Zhu Chunchen, the Duke of Chengguo, and Xu Xi, the Duke of Pingguo, who were once close, have been seeking the pinnacle of power belonging to Zhang Weixian since Zhang Weixian became seriously ill.

On the other side of the Chengguo Mansion.

"Pingguo Gong, Daming has now reached the point of life and death, since he is seriously ill and can't help Daming to act in the government, then retreat and let us control the government!" The corners of Zhu Chunchen's mouth were slightly raised to play with the purple clay pot, and his eyes flashed with a bit of essence and said: "I'm afraid I don't need to say anything else, in your heart of Pingguo Gong, you also want to taste the feeling of being in power, right?"

Previously, because of Zhao Zongwu, the British Duke has always controlled the right to speak, and we will follow him to do things, although they are all auxiliary politicians, but the feeling that the power has not been completely obtained, I am afraid that you and I are a little unhappy in my heart! ”

"Who doesn't love power?" Xu Xi looked at Zhu Chunchen with a smile, and said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "Before, because Zhang Weixian controlled the general trend alone, even if I had an idea in my heart, I couldn't take action in the end, but now it's different, he Zhang Weixian is seriously ill, if he still has to hold the power, I'm afraid most of the courtiers will not agree in their hearts!" ”

In order to be able to obtain supreme power, so as to be able to get more benefits, Zhu Chunchen and Xu Xi are planning at the moment, how to transfer power from Zhang Weixian's hands, and also make it impossible for Zhu Ciran, the Chongzhen Emperor who wants to gain power, to shirk at all.

After all, they are the auxiliary government and the prince who have held power for so long, and Zhu Chunchen and Xu Xi are not mediocre people, so these careful thoughts are definitely innumerable.

"Since you agree with this father's idea, then we will use Zhao Zongwu, who is going to lead his troops to Liaodong, to make a fuss!" Looking at Xu Xi, who looked firm, Zhu Chunchen, who was beside him, said with a smile: "Since he Zhao Zongwu dares to dispatch so many troops without an edict, then there is no His Majesty in his heart, I am afraid that there is already a reaction in his heart, at such a moment of crisis, we must help Daming to turn the tide!"

Moreover, the rogues raging in the Central Plains and the southeast are also very dangerous for my Ming Dynasty, and we must not watch the Ming Dynasty destroy it in our hands! We must shoulder this burden. ”