Chapter 134 Han Decline Cao Conceals Huo Guang

In the early morning of Ding Youri in August of the seventeenth year of Jiading of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Heju pushed open the window, and the autumn breeze came with a fresh breath, and he took a deep breath, and this fresh breath was still sandwiched with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

"Even if you have alcohol, it seems that flavors can also be made." The scent lifted his spirits.

"Your Highness, come and wait for the slaves to freshen up." Because the weather is not too cold, Han Yu does not have many clothes on her body, and she has just gotten up, and when she enters the house with a basin of water, her sleeves are rolled up high, revealing her forearms like pink lotus. Zhao Youju's gaze stopped on her hand for a long time, and then moved to Han Yuhong's fluttering face.

"Put it down, I'll do it myself." He said lightly.

Han Yu was slightly disappointed, she felt that there seemed to be something strange about the officials today, could it be that she was worried about the illness of the Son of Heaven? Some time ago, there was news in the imperial court, saying that the Son of Heaven was in poor health and was recuperating from his illness, but in the past two years, such news has come not ten times but eight times.

Zhao Heju knows more than Han Yu, Huo Chongcheng has laid a small but implicated net in Lin'an over the years. He knew that in July, Empress Yang and Prime Minister Shi Miyuan had another dispute with the Son of Heaven over the matter of internal meditation, and knew that Shi Miyuan and his party were busy.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly, if Shi Miyuan and his party were not busy, then it would be him who was busy.

Eight thirty a.m. in the quarter hour.

After breakfast, he made a pot of tea, then sat in the study, opened a book, looked carefully, and did not forget to circle it with a red pen or draw a line. The book he read was recommended by Zheng Qingzhi and his "Zizhi Tongjian".

The quarter hour time is nine o'clock in the morning, long live the lane.

Long Live Lane is the residence of the prince, and the prince Zhao Hong is old, so he can't live in the palace, only here. As he walked around the study, Lu Qi raised his eyes to watch his footsteps, and his expression was extremely pretentious.

Recently, the prince has been in an extremely bad mood, and the whole mansion understands it. In June, the prince originally added a son, the Son of Heaven was very happy, so he told the temple of heaven and earth to see the palace, and gave the name Quan, however, on this month Dinghai day, the emperor's grandson Zhao Quan died. When the originally healthy imperial grandson died suddenly, Zhao Hong's first reaction was not sadness, but a dejected shout of "retribution".

Only Lu Qi knew how the emperor died.

"How's my father doing?" When the bell rang at nine o'clock in the quarter of an hour, a man in a green coat and a small hat was ushered in, and Zhao Hong asked with a slap on his face.

"The Son of Heaven is a little rest." The man whispered in response.

Lu Qi looked at the man, and happened to meet the man's gaze, and the man's sharp gaze made her heart skip a beat.

At 10:20 a.m. in the quarter of an hour, Caojia Garden Lane, Wulin Inn.

It was still morning, the inn hung out a closed sign, two guys stood at the door with a smile, where there were guests coming, just handed over to say that the store was being repaired, so it was not open today.

If one could look through the wall, through the wall, one could see that a large room on the upper floor of the inn was packed.

"Everyone has to memorize the map, remember, how to get to the dock from the Yiwang Mansion as quickly as possible." Qin Dashi's voice was very low, but it was very powerful: "After these three years of training, your body is a blade, in case of accidents, except for the crossbow hidden in your sleeve and the dagger in your arms, the rest of the blades are not allowed to be carried, anything that may cause suspicion, you are not allowed to carry, check each other again!" ”

At 11 o'clock in the morning, Chaiduoqiao West Hotel.

"The ship has arrived, so let's go." Huo Chongcheng didn't have the smile on his face, he glanced at Xing Zhiyuan: "Close, you are an expert, have you finished explaining?" ”

"Just rest assured, there will be no mistakes." Xing Zhiyuan responded awe-inspiringly.

"Then I'll repeat it one last time, you are divided into three groups, one group goes back to the boat, and the other two groups are in the streets, and if there is any change, you will set fire to it." Huo Chongcheng said calmly.

The quarter hour time is noon, Lin'an City Royal Street.

The news of the Son of Heaven's poor health is already familiar to the people of Lin'an City, and they are playing and playing as usual, this prosperous metropolis makes them forget to return. The aroma of all kinds of snacks and pastries, as well as a variety of curiosities from overseas, are listed in the shops on both sides of the street.

Su Sui put down the curtain of the carriage, this kind of carriage pulled by two horses is also a product of Liuqiu, not only turning conveniently, but also has a shockproof device, and is also covered with a blanket, which is far more comfortable than the old-style carriage. She shook her head and said to the driver, "Let's go, this time, I don't know when I will be back." ”

"I really don't understand what my sister thinks, I put down my business and want to go to Qingyuan Mansion, and there is nothing wrong with the semicolon of Qingyuan Mansion!" Su Qi said a little unhappily: "I haven't seen Brother Guangliang for a few days, I originally wanted to go to him these days to play tricks." ”

"Aqi, you are not too young, I will hand over the family affairs to you in the next two years, and I should tell you." Su Sui glanced at him and sighed: "The Son of Heaven is seriously ill and has not been to the court for ten days. Our businessman's family, the most important thing is to be able to observe words and look at the wind and act with the wind, if there is any change in the line, people like us will inevitably affect the pond fish. Going to Qingyuan Mansion, although it is a little troublesome, it is better than staying in Lin'an! ”

Her voice was extremely low, and Su Qi also restrained the unhappiness on her face when she heard it, and groaned slightly, and he also said in a low voice: "Then why don't you say hello to Brother Guangliang and let him leave too?" ”

Su Sui was stunned, Huo Chongcheng was infatuated with her, and he had not married a wife at home until today, if she was not moved, it would definitely be a lie. She sighed again and shook her head: "Huo Guangliang is a person who does great things...... He'll never leave. ”

At 3:10 p.m., in the south palace of Lin'an City, before the sickbed of the Son of Heaven.

"I have done so...... Shi Qing, I know you well with your monarch and ministers, and I let you do everything...... Only this last thing will you follow...... I will give the prince an edict, and I will not make it difficult for him......"

Zhao Kuo spoke intermittently, coughing violently from time to time, wiping the silk around his mouth, stained with dark blood. His eyes were scattered, and he didn't seem fixed to a certain point, but rather unfocused, like a blind man.

"Your Majesty, please ask Your Majesty to appoint the emperor's nephew Guicheng as the prince." Shi Miyuan didn't seem to hear the words of the Son of Heaven.

"Guicheng...... Guicheng is cowardly, but it's ...... It's another me, besides...... He has succeeded the king of Yi, so he ...... That's enough. Zhao Kuo said with difficulty.

"Your Majesty, you are sincere and filial to your elders, calm and moderate, and the ministers are all praised." Shi Miyuan took a step forward so that the Son of Heaven could see him, and then said loudly: "Your Majesty should still take Guicheng as the prince!" ”

The bells, guards, and palace maids in the main hall saw him so rude, and no one scolded him. Zhao Kuo closed his eyes, tilted his head to the other side, and didn't say a word anymore, just kept coughing.

Shi Miyuan made a gesture to the outside of the temple door.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine." The imperial doctor presented a vermilion pill and a bowl of medicinal juice, and looked at Shi Miyuan, who was standing in front of the couch, and then said in a low voice.

"I ...... Ahem......"

Zhao Kuo, the son of heaven, is now so thin that he only has skin and bones, coughing up blood and blood in his stool, squeezing out the last energy in his body, he slowly raised his head, looked at the medicine, smelled the smell, and shook his head in disgust: "No...... No, I feel like I am ...... If you feel that your spirit is acceptable, you will not ...... You don't have to eat it. ”

Nei Zhong glanced at Shi Miyuan, Shi Miyuan had a calm face, shook his head, and the Nei Zhong persuaded: "Your Majesty is in good spirits today, it is this medicine that works, take another pill, and tomorrow will be a dragon and ......a tiger again."

"I don't want to...... I don't want to take medicine, I don't want to ......" Zhao Kuo, the son of heaven, shook his head: "Take it down." ”

"Your Majesty, this golden pill was refined by Weichen at the invitation of the master, and Your Majesty still took it." Shi Miyuan also persuaded: "Your Majesty took this medicine and got better earlier, there are many people in the world who have seventy children, if Your Majesty is in good health, are you still worried about not having a prince?" ”

Hearing him say this, Zhao Kuo, the Son of Heaven, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Shi Qing...... You'll be relieved......"

Still, when the inner bell presented the pill in front of him again, he opened his mouth, and Ren Inner bell fed the medicine into his mouth, then took a sip of the medicine and swallowed it.

At 3:15 p.m. in the quarter of an hour, outside the Yiwang Mansion.

Qin Dashi pushed the cart, because the sun was still relatively strong, a slight bead of sweat oozed from his face, he moved the straw hat up, and then folded the brim of the hat.

This is a signal of "remain vigilant for the time being".

Yiwangfu was originally quiet, there were not many pedestrians, he took out a gourd, poured a few mouthfuls of water, wiped the sweat on his face with a towel, and pushed the car from the front of the house and walked over.

The gate of the Yiwang Mansion was closed, and there was not even a guard in front of the door.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Long Live Lane Prince's Mansion.

"What is the situation with the Son of Heaven?"

The prince Zhao Hong became more and more impatient, and he didn't even call the Son of Heaven his father. The man in the green coat and the little hat shook his head: "Your Highness, now I can't get close to the Son of Heaven's dormitory, after Shi Xiangguo came at noon, the dormitory is surrounded by his people, I don't dare to take risks." ”

"How should this be good, how should this be good?" Zhao Hong turned around, and then grabbed the man's sleeve: "You always have a way, right, you have a way a few times before, and this time you will definitely have it!" ”

"I asked His Highness to make friends with the soldiers in front of the palace, but His Highness gave Hua Yue's life, now what can I do?" The man smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, when this day finally comes, you have to wait patiently." ”

At 5:20 p.m. in the quarter of an hour, Yiwangfu.

Zhao Youju had dinner, lit the lantern and continued to flip through the "Zizhi Tongjian", and before he read a few pages, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

The one who can come to him without passing through the ceremony should be Zheng Qingzhi.

Sure enough, a moment later, Zheng Qingzhi appeared in his sight. At this time, Zheng Qingzhi, the official had already risen to a high level, and he was no longer the nine-grade petty official who was too learned, as soon as he came in, he waved his hand and signaled Han Yu to go out.

"Is there something wrong with you, sir?" Seeing Zheng Qingzhi's appearance, Zhao Youju got up and asked.

Zheng Qingzhi's hair was a little scattered, his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were blistered with blood because of the fire. Seeing that Zhao Heju was still pampered and not surprised, he sighed secretly in his heart, but then perked up: "Your Highness, the Son of Heaven has not been able to get up for more than ten days since Bingxu became ill. ”

"Alas......" Zhao Heju sighed, and then fell silent.

"Your Highness, don't you still understand the meaning of Shi Xianggong and the lower officials?" Zheng Qingzhi lowered his voice: "Everyone only said that His Highness was slow and detouring, and the lower officials and His Highness have been getting along for two years, but they know that His Highness's major affairs are not confused!" ”

Zhao Heju's expression moved, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at Zheng Qingzhi, the two looked at each other, and they were speechless for a while.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the study of Yiwangfu.

Hearing the sound of the clock striking the time in a quarter of an hour, Zheng Qingzhi couldn't hold it anymore. The two had been silent for forty minutes since he said that, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"His Royal Highness is obscure, forbearance and silence, which is really beyond the reach of the lower officials." He took a deep breath, shook his head with a wry smile, when Shi Miyuan asked him how the heir of King Yi was, he only responded with the word "extraordinary", at that time in his heart, he just felt that this son of heaven read less books of sages and sages and did not understand how to govern the country. But after two years, he has completely changed, this son of heaven is indeed dull and silent, but he is steady and self-assured, and almost never makes mistakes, and this is the point that proves that he is by no means a stupid person.

The foolish are always in a hurry to prove that they are wise, while the wise are foolish.

"The lower official came from Shi Xianggong, the Son of Heaven has collapsed, the prince has always been not on good terms with His Royal Highness, if he is the emperor, His Royal Highness can't be an idle prince even if he wants to." Zheng Qingzhi stood up: "Shi Xianggong has a friendship with me for many years, so he asked me to come to His Highness to talk to him, but His Highness doesn't say a word now, how should I repay Xianggong?" ”

Zhao Heju took a breath, he stood up calmly, and then arched his hand: "The old mother at home is still in Shaoxing." ”

This answer was completely unexpected by Zheng Qingzhi, he was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

At 6:20 p.m. in the quarter of an hour, the Prime Minister's Mansion in Lin'an City.

The important members of the Shi Party gathered here, all of them looking solemn.

"That's how he really copes?" Shi Miyuan took the case, and his face was full of joy.

"Exactly." Zheng Qingzhi clenched his fists: "Your Royal Highness is filial piety and respectful to the elders, it has always been like this, at this time, I can still remember my mother...... Shi Xianggong, the merit is greater than the support! ”

At this moment, they don't care about beating around the bush, Zheng Qingzhi's words are the praise of Chiguoguo: can be so filial piety and respect for the elder, then after Zhao Guicheng ascends the throne, reading that Shi Miyuan has the merit of supporting, this powerful position will be preserved.

"Without further ado." Shi Miyuan immediately decided: "If you go back to the palace and be with His Royal Highness, remember to remember that you must not go out and leave the mansion for half a step!" ”

Zheng Qingzhi gave up his hand and turned away. Shi Miyuan said to Xue Ji again: "Xue Huizhi, the Yang family, you go immediately, you will definitely want the Yang family brothers to enter the palace!" ”

Xue Ji also surrendered his orders, this is not the time to slap the horse, so he is also extremely neat.

"Xianggong, now Guicheng is only the emperor's nephew......" Xuanyi looked a little hesitant.

"It's okay, I have the edict of the Son of Heaven here, and I will make the emperor's nephew Guicheng the prince." Shi Miyuan squinted his eyes and said unhurriedly.