The emperor's words were a little weak, I don't know if I didn't hear them clearly, or I didn't understand, everyone didn't react for a while, or Wang An reacted quickly, and was busy taking the holy decree and pen and ink, and Lord Shoufu naturally couldn't bother others, so Fang Congzhe took the pen and ink and prepared to prepare the decree.

Emperor Wanli has not issued an edict for decades, Fang Congzhe was a little apprehensive in his heart, I don't know what the emperor means this time, if it is an ordinary will, why should he summon the six departments and the prince to come together.

Seeing that the preparations had been completed, Emperor Wanli spoke, "I inherited the unification with Chongling, and the king was in the sea for forty-eight years. ”

The more Fang Congzhe wrote, the more he felt that it was wrong, and when he wrote "Forty-eight years in the city", he hurriedly put down his pen and fell to the ground with a plop, "The ministers are waiting for ten thousand deaths, and the emperor is prosperous in the spring and autumn." ”

At this time, other people also reacted, hula lala knelt down, the emperor is going to prepare an edict, although the emperor is in poor health, but there is no dying appearance, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there is no precedent for the emperor to draw up the edict in advance, not to mention the emotional impermanence of the Wanli Emperor, who knows if he is giving everyone what tricks.

"What? Have you fought with me for decades for a word in this will? ”

"The ministers are terrified!"

"Get up, you keep writing." The emperor raised his hand and pointed at Fang Congzhe.

Fang Congzhe had to get up and sit down as he was ordered to continue the order, but the others still knelt on the ground and didn't dare to get up, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"I inherited the unification with Chongling, and the king was in the sea for forty-eight years, enjoying the longest country, what regret is my husband? At the beginning of the repetition of my heirs, I was conscientious and conscientious, and I did not bear the trust of the first emperor, I was sick and quiet for a year, the suburban temple bowed, the court talked about the Xiyu, the seal was sluggish, the liao was in the air, and the mining tax was troubled, and the levy was out, the people's livelihood was faltering, the side provocation gradually opened, and the night thinking, I regretted it, the plan was changed, Jia and the world were renewed, and the illness was dying, and the death could not be raised, and the cover was made up, if the husband died and tasted the reason, people were unavoidable, but in the succession to win people, the people of the clan and society depended, and all returned to obedience, I regretted it. The old emperor pondered for a moment and rested for a moment.

The kneeling crowd knew that the most important moment had come.

The emperor continued, "The crown prince Chang Luoren is filial piety to Tianzhi, it is advisable to follow the ancestral teachings, to follow the feelings of the masses, and to succeed me to the throne, that is, the emperor's throne, to cultivate the virtues, to be pro-virtuous and to accept the rules, to be diligent in education, to be compassionate to the people's livelihood, to strictly cultivate the borders, and not to be damaged." Rely on the blessing of the temple of heaven and earth, the descendants are very Xiao, the civil and military ministers inside and outside the country are concentric and auxiliary to the government, with the worship of heaven and the ancestors as the first priority, the soft and far-reaching ability, the cultivation of the common people, the interests of the world for their own interests, and the heart of the people as their own hearts. ”

When they heard "Crown Prince Chang Luo Ren Xiao Tianzhi", everyone's hearts finally let go, and the orthodoxy that had been fought for decades was not in vain, at this time the crown prince Zhu Changluo's body trembled a little, I don't know if he was kneeling for a long time or excited.

"The funeral is still systematic, with the sun changing the month, the 27th day is released, the sacrifice is vegetarian, and folk music is not forbidden to marry. Clan relatives, county kings, feudal screens are important, and they must not leave the domain without permission. On the day of the funeral, they will stop crying in their own place, and they will enter the incense on their behalf on the third day. The state and county of the health office and the local officials are exempt from incense. The suburban community and other ceremonies and funerals are enjoyed, and the old classics of the ancestors are corrected at their discretion. ”

"Fortunately, there is a clear master; The monarch and the minister are righteous, and the period is supplemented by loyalty. The body is still in the arms, and the last life is inherited. The proclamation is known to the Chinese and foreign, and the salty envoy knows about it. After the edict was issued, the old emperor closed his eyes and was speechless for a long time.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the emperor to order how to keep the edict.

Wanli also knew that this edict was a little abrupt, if there was no words from the five emperors and grandsons today, he would not have this consciousness, he would have reigned in the world for a lifetime, and finally woke up at the end, and finally remembered to rectify the government.

After half a moment, Wanli finally opened his eyes and said, "Let's get up, this edict is prepared in two copies, one is used after printing to release this, and one is kept by the cabinet. Okay, I'm a little tired, so let's stand down. ”

Everyone was sincerely afraid, and they didn't know what the emperor was making trouble today, after all, Emperor Wanli had done the matter of issuing an edict and recovering it, and that time it was an edict issued after he was dying, I don't know what the result will be this time. In addition, let the prince approve the red, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the king and the prince are like jackals, tigers and leopards, the prince has studied government affairs, but except for the emperor to go out of Beijing to hand over to the prince to supervise the foreign country there is no precedent for the prince to participate in politics, not to mention that this time is to let the prince approve the fold.

Out of the Qianqing Palace, everyone surrounded Fang Congzhe and asked, but still had no clue, seeing Wang An come out, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask, although Wang An understood what was going on in his heart, but he knew that some things had to be kept tight-lipped, but because of the prince's face, he couldn't say anything, so he had to reluctantly say, "Everyone, be relieved, I'm afraid there will be no more changes this time." ”

After listening to Wang An's words, everyone felt a little calmer, thanked them and retreated.

Soon, the news of the edict reached the ears of Zheng Guifei, and after hearing this, Zheng Guifei seemed to have lost all her strength and sat down directly on the chair.

Although Concubine Zheng is ambitious, she is a woman after all, and she is still a woman who does not have much intelligence.

After a long time, Concubine Zheng Guifei withdrew from everyone, leaving only Cui Wensheng, and said, "This palace has been planning for King Fu for decades, but today I finally completely lost hope, I have been opposed to the prince for so many years, I am afraid that if he sits firmly on the throne, it is time to settle accounts with me." ”

"Niangniang, although for some reason His Majesty made an edict at this time, but the old slave seems that His Majesty is not dying, has Niangniang forgotten the previous plan? If that incident had happened before His Majesty died, Niangniang might still have a chance to turn defeat into victory. Cui Wensheng whispered in Zheng Guifei's ear.

After listening to Cui Wensheng's words, Concubine Zheng's eyes lit up, and she seemed to rekindle hope, and hurriedly said to Cui Wensheng, "Hurry up and start doing that matter, and urge everyone to grasp it tightly." ”

"Minion, let's do it!" Cui Wensheng smiled and stepped back.

Xingzhi Academy, since the group left, Xu Ming'er went back to the school alone, found a few pieces of paper to copy the poems, lifted the pen, and wrote a sentence "Creation is silent but affectionate, every time it is cold, it is born in spring." "I feel that it is not right, since it is written for auction, naturally it cannot be used on paper, not to mention that the two poems are large-scale, if they are written in small letters, it really loses a lot of momentum.

Xu Ming'er picked up the poem that had written a line and was about to throw it away, but when she raised her hand and looked at that line of words, she suddenly felt a little reluctant.

"In that case, let's finish writing and keep it for yourself to read." Xu Ming'er thought to herself, so she put the paper back on the table, picked up the pen and completed the rest of the poems.

After the two poems were written, Xu Ming'er looked at her beautiful words in a little daze, and for some reason suddenly a word by Yan Shu lingered in her heart, so she recorded a poem "Qingping Le" on the side of the two poems.

"The small print on the red note is all about business. The wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling. The slanting sun leans on the west building alone, the distant mountain is just against the curtain hook, the human face does not know where, and the green wave is still flowing eastward. ”

Putting down the pen, Xu Ming'er silently recited this song Qingpingle again in her heart, and then there was a burst of shame, how could she think of this poem, thinking about it, she remembered the way the person looked at the pair before.

Xu Ming'er shook her head, dispersed the contents of her head, picked up the notepaper and folded it and sandwiched it in a book of poems.

Touching her somewhat hot cheeks, Xu Ming'er sighed, then spread out two pieces of rice paper, lifted a wolf pen, calmed her mind, picked up the pen and wrote the next "Spring Thunder" with lines, and then wrote the next "Song of Frogs" in cursive on another piece of paper. After the two poems were written, Xu Ming'er carefully examined them and was quite satisfied, and then inscribed "Zhu Gongzi wrote Xu Ming'er book in Xingzhi Academy in the spring of the forty-eighth year of Wanli" at the bottom of each poem.

After the ink was dry, Xu Ming'er rolled two pieces of rice paper with poems and a picture scroll that had been prepared earlier, and walked towards one of the largest schools in Xingzhi Academy, where the fundraising auction was held today.

The auction had not yet begun, and many people had already arrived and waited there, some were sitting and some were standing, and some were still asking for some poetry.

When she entered the door, Xu Ming'er saw Xu Erjue and Zhu Ying'an, Zhang Zhiji and others gathered not far away, this is the place with the largest number of people in the whole room, and there are dozens of people sitting or standing inside and outside.

In the distance, I saw Guozijian Mo Shengbai, Fang Shihong, Liu Jinsong and others, none of these people discussed anything, as if they were just quietly waiting for the auction to start, Fang Shihong looked at Zhu Ying'an and the group of people intently, and the resentment in his eyes could not be hidden.

Xu Ming'er walked towards Xu Erjue, and when she got closer, she heard Zhu Xiaogong talking loudly about the pair in the engineering dormitory before, and talking back and forth about how he and Zhang Xiaogong were so powerful about the pair of "the first joint in Beijing", how that Zhu Gongzi was angry with Zhao Siye, how Fang Shihong was induced to scold his teacher, etc., Zhu Ying'an, Zhang Zhiji and his younger brother Xu Erjue sang and harmonized, which made everyone laugh.

It's no wonder that Fang Shihong looked at them with that kind of resentful eyes, if he lost, he lost, but he lost so ugly, not to mention that he lost ugly, but he was also uncovered over and over again.

I only heard Zhu Ying'an say, "Alas, didn't you hear this brother just came?" It's really embarrassing for me to say it again again, but it's really the last time. ”

Xu Ming'er covered her lips and chuckled when she heard this, she didn't expect this little grandfather Zhu to be so bad. She didn't greet Xu Erjue, but sat aside and waited for the auction to begin.

It wasn't until Zhu Ying'an and others talked about it for the fifth time that Mr. Xingzhi and his entourage belatedly announced that they were ready to start the auction. It is rare that Zhu Yingan and others have told the story so many times, but it does not make people feel the same.

At this time, Xu Erjue saw his sister sitting on the side, he looked at a few things in Xu Ming'er's arms and said a little sneeringly, "Sister, grandpa asked us to take some things to make some contributions to the fundraising auction, but you know that my ship model has been destroyed, do you see that you have so many pieces in your arms, can you share one with me?" ”

"No, only this scroll of these things is mine, and the other two poems are by Brother Zhu." Xu Ming'er refused.

"Sister, anyway, Brother Zhu is not here, not to mention that you copied the poem, you will give me your painting, and the other two volumes of poems will be counted as donated by you and Brother Zhu." Xu Erjue said as he started to get the framed painting.

When Xu Ming'er heard her brother say that it was counted as her and Brother Zhu's donation together, her heart suddenly jumped, and her thinking skipped a beat. After a little distraction, Xu Erjue took away the painting, Xu Erjue didn't expect it to be so easy, so he quickly got into the crowd with the painting and disappeared, and when Xu Ming'er came back to his senses, he couldn't see Xu Erjue's figure anymore.