Duan Xiangxing was poisoned to death, the poison was domineering, from the attack to the death, but only a few breaths.

I don't know how he was poisoned, but afterwards, Dali's veterans who are proficient in this way found that in the cups and plates on the prince's seat, poisonous residues were found, and someone should have poisoned what he ate and was eaten by him.

It's terrible to think about, an emperor and a prince were killed in front of the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

In his own palace, in his own banquet, he was assassinated.

Who else is safe?

In addition to panicking, the ministers of Dali found that there was another important question, who would succeed to the throne?

The family can't be without an owner for a day, the country can't be without a king for a day, the emperor is dead, and the legal heir, the crown prince, also dies at the same time, who will be the emperor?

Duan Zhixiang has a lot of sons, and there are several, and they are divided into kings, but it is not an easy matter for anyone to be the emperor.

That night, Empress Dali, who cried into tears, and several old ministers and generals gathered in a side hall, next door to the coffins of the emperor and the prince, to discuss what to do next.

White curtains, bright candles and green lights, the widow queen sobbed in the middle, several ministers with ghosts in the middle of the room together muttering, the candle flame cast the elongated back on the wall, the black shadow pupils looked extraordinarily gloomy.

"As usual, according to the order of the eldest and youngest, the second son of the lord of the country, Zhendong Wang, should be the emperor, so that everyone can be blocked and common sense."

"No, it's better to be virtuous! There is a precedent for this dynasty, the founding Taizu died, that is, Taizong succeeded to the throne, Taizong is the younger brother of Taizu, and his qualifications and abilities can be suppressed, Dali is as stable as a rock during the Taizong period, which is the blessing that Lixian has obtained. ”

"This is reasonable, the fifth son of the lord of the country has served as the prefect of Jianchang for many years, and his rule is too peaceful and stable, enough to be a reunification."

"Hey, if you want to talk about virtuous ability, I think the third son Menghe Town is the most suitable, this son has been smart since childhood, never forget, when the lord of the country was alive, he also praised him many times, praising him for having the wind of the lord of the country, and the one who will shine in Dali in the future must be this son."

"What you are talking about, why is the second son not virtuous? The king of Zhendong keeps one side safe, has there been a mess in the barbarians in the territory for so many years? ”

"Exactly! If you don't stand up, you will have disasters in the future! ”

"Hehe, you guys said so much, have you considered the power behind the princes? The fourth son is close to many barbarians, and there are countless barbarian soldiers who raise their arms and make other princes emperors, so you are not afraid of greater chaos? ”

Several people argued, and their voices became louder and louder, gradually developing from low deliberation to loud noise, glaring at each other and curling their beards, their eyes were red, and they had the meaning of fighting each other if they didn't agree with each other.

The lonely queen was thrown aside and ignored, she is a woman's family, where does she know the art of scheming in the deep palace, and Duan Zhixiang can make her the queen, it is not the original intention, but the master of the Gao family, her family is closely related to the Gao family, the Gao family has fallen, the family is also implicated, and there is no power, who will take into account her opinions among the big guys below?

Thinking of this, the queen couldn't help but feel sad from her heart, the crown prince Duan Xiangxing was her only concubine, and the rest of the princes were not born to her, no matter who took the throne, her fate would not be good, so there seemed to be no other way than crying.

The cries of the women and the noise of the men, in this lonely night, almost knocked over the beams of the side hall, and the palace guards and maids and eunuchs who were guarding outside were all silent, bowing their heads and silent.

Dali is like a storm, and it has become a pot of porridge.

The noise continued until dawn, and when the rising sun peeked out from the walls of the imperial city and shone on the red walls and yellow tiles, the ministers with dark circles were still fighting in high spirits.

This is the new distribution of power, whoever is behind the master is in power, who has the merit of support, everyone wants to stand on the top of the power that the Gao family used to hold, and taste the taste of power, power is like an addictive poison, take a sip, even if you die, you are willing.

So when Duan Yanzhen hurriedly broke into the smoky side hall, two grumpy ministers had already moved their hands, and were rolling on the ground by each other's necks, while the rest of the people gathered around, slapping the table and slapping and slapping.

The candles flickered all around, and the palace ladies didn't dare to come in to clean up, if the brawling ministers poured their anger on them, they would be dead.

Duan Yanzhen probably didn't expect that there would be such chaos here, he was dressed in a military uniform and an iron-armored long knife, and he just broke in.

Looking at the ministers who were fighting infighting, and then looking at the queen who sat on the top like a puppet, Duan Yanzhen's heart was cold.

He sighed, ignored the people who were fighting with each other, and strode to the queen who was red and swollen with her eyelids in a daze, bowed and bent over, and said respectfully: "Empress Qiqi is a thousand years old, there is a Shimen Fan envoy who asks to see her!" ”

Shimenfan?

It was like a thunderclap in the clear sky, and everyone looked at it.

Before the queen with a blank expression could speak, the ministers below stopped fighting, and their mouths stopped arguing, they all gathered around and asked, "What are the Shimen Fan envoys doing here?" ”

Duan Yanzhen looked coldly at the disheveled group of people, and said indifferently: "I don't know, but the one who followed the envoy was the Shimen Fan army!" ”

The Shimen Fan Army?

It was as if a large stone had been thrown into a calm pond, and countless splashes were made, and the ministers suddenly exploded.

"What? The army is coming? ”

"What do they want to do?"

"The lord of the country has just died, and they have betrayed their promises, didn't they say that they would wait at the Dragon Head Pass?"

"How can this be true? I don't take our Dali court in my eyes! This person is rude, ancient and modern! ”

Those who were sober-minded immediately said, "What about the thirty-six barbarians?" They were stationed outside the city, and they quickly gathered their men and horses to stop the people of Shimenfan! ”

"You don't know yet, do you?" Duan Yanzhen looked at the person who spoke, and his face became more and more cold: "Early this morning, before dawn, the thirty-six chiefs went to the camp of Changsun Hongxing together, and stayed until the morning before coming out. ”

"Now the barbarians outside the city have successively ceded the camp, retreated to the vicinity of the south gate and stationed, gave the original place to Shimenfan's army, and helped them block the south gate.

He paused and added, "Except for Changsun Hong." ”

The side hall fell silent all of a sudden, and the sound of heavy breathing and gasping for cold air could be heard clearly.

Shimen Fan is besieging the city! They galloped for ninety miles in one night, rushed from Longshou Pass to the outside of Dali City, and blocked the gate and besieged the city while the Dali court was in chaos.

What do they want to do? Probably not a good thing.

The people in the hall were like falling into an ice cave, and they were just shouting about how to distribute power, but they were poured a basin of cold water on their heads, and they all looked like they had eaten flies, and they were crying with strange expressions.

"Then ..... Duan Qing's family, mourning family...... How? The queen raised her head pitifully, looking at Duan Yanzhen with teary eyes, her expression haggard, like an out-of-body puppet.

"...... Chitose, let's invite them in first, let's listen to it." Duan Yanzhen lowered his head and said like a mosquito.

(End of chapter)