On August 18, 1620, the weather was fine, the zodiac was auspicious, and it was suitable for travel, marriage, transportation, and military use.

On this auspicious day, Zhu Yijun, the Wanli Emperor of Mingshenzong, died at the age of 56 and reigned for nearly 48 years, being the longest reigning emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and was buried in the Dingling Tomb of the Ming Tombs.

Zhu Yijun can finally rest, but Zhu Changluo is about to start working, and Zhu Changluo, who still looks a little sad, came to the Jinluan Hall under the guidance of Wang An.

Zhu Changluo looked at the golden dragon chair in front of him, and his eyes also reflected a golden light, he walked over cautiously, with expectation and satisfaction, Wang An immediately closed the door of the palace.

At this time, it is close to three o'clock, although the sun has not yet risen, but the sky has been bright, but the outside of the Jinluan Hall is still clear and quiet, until more than half an hour later, the door is gradually noisy, because the Wanli Emperor's twenty-three years are not in court, the ministers are gradually late and early to retreat.

Throne room! When it was first built, it was named Fengtian Palace, Jiajing was renamed Huangji Palace, and it was used until the second year of Emperor Shunzhi of the Qing Dynasty (1645) and changed its name to the "Taihe Palace" of today's name.

There is no lamp in the Jinluan Palace, the hall is slightly dim, Zhu Changluozhi walked on the golden floor tiles with satisfaction, his steps were extremely light and slow, and he walked step by step towards the huge, brilliant, brilliant and shining dragon chair, how many years of haunting dreams, and finally his dream came true at this moment.

Stepping on the golden steps, Zhu Changluo was so close to the majestic dragon chair for the first time, and his eyes were foggy, as if in the entire solemn hall, there was only the dragon chair that symbolized power and wealth and himself.

The four golden dragons carved on the dragon chair also seemed to see him, Zhu Changluo vaguely saw the golden dragon open his eyes, flashing dazzling light, the golden dragon gradually rose from the gilt chair, the colorful dragon scales and the chair gently rubbed, making a crisp and psychedelic sneer, the dragon's whiskers shook slightly, and suddenly there was a roar, the dragon claws gradually got rid of the chair body, and set up auspicious clouds in the air.

He looked directly at the four dragons, and the dragons circled around him, as if they were faithfully guarding their master.

He felt the breath of the four hovering dragons up and down, and the unwillingness and pain in his heart for thirty-eight years had gradually been left behind, replaced by great joy, brilliance, and satisfaction.

The four golden dragons also seemed to understand his thoughts, and shouted excitedly: "Sit down, you are already the true dragon son of heaven, you are the saint today, the world is yours, you can already do whatever you want!" ”

Zhu Changluo staggered and trembled slightly, and slowly sat on the huge dragon chair covered with yellow silk cushions, closed his eyes, and tapped the fingers of his right hand lightly on the armrest, filling his whole body with a huge sense of satisfaction, making him seem to have infinite strength.

Wang An opened the door of the Jinluan Palace, except for the first-class officials who knew the inside story in front, the civil and military officials in the back and in the distance were all surprised, Wanli went to court? It seems that something earth-shattering is going to happen.

Twelve majestic red-clothed brocade guards entered the school, first saluted Zhu Changluo sitting on the dragon chair, and then stood on both sides of the Jinluan Palace, holding their heads high and not squinting, with the palace forbidden gold medal hanging on their waists, and the handle of the hanging saber in their left hand, making the wide and solemn Jinluan Hall appear sacred and inviolable.

Fang Congzhe, the first assistant of the cabinet, led the cabinet members, the British public Zhang Weixian and several first-class officials to enter the Jinluan Hall before and after holding tooth cards, Fang Congzhe first bowed down and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Weichen has already asked the Qintian Supervisor, ten days later is the auspicious day of the zodiac, please Your Highness to hold the enthronement ceremony." ”

Zhu Changluo nodded slightly: "Well, then bother Fang Shoufu and the Ministry of Rites to prepare everything, today my father died, the palace is sad, everything in the court will first trouble the cabinet to discuss and decide, and tomorrow the palace will calm down, and then share the worries with the people." Then he got up and left.

Everyone hurriedly bowed down to send each other: "Please ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to put state affairs first and mourn smoothly." ”

Zhu Changluo stopped again and said: "In addition, Ye Xianggao Ye Aiqing, Yuan Keli, Zou Yuanbiao, Wang Dewan and other Aiqing will be summoned back to make up for the official needs." "Everyone received the order, these people were all dismissed in the battle for Zhu Changluo's reasoning, Zhu Changluo is not a person who does not repay his kindness.

The news of Emperor Wanli's death instantly spread all over the civil and military officials standing outside, and they suddenly howled loudly, but no one knew how much it was true and how much it was false.

At this time, Concubine Zheng Guifei in Yikun Palace had already fainted from crying, and Zhu Yijun's sudden death gave her a fatal blow, because this was no less than the sky falling, the ground sinking, and the backstage falling for her!

Under the busyness of the eunuchs and palace maids, Concubine Zheng Guifei woke up slowly, and this fifty-five-year-old woman quickly became stronger, because although Wanli died, she still had to live.

Concubine Zheng Guifei simply freshened up, and walked towards the Qianqing Palace with a palace maid and a eunuch who were close to her.

Wanli's body has been collected by the personnel of the Ministry of Rites and moved to the Renshou Hall of the Qianqing Palace to be parked, waiting for the worship of relatives and the beautiful funeral tomorrow.

Concubine Zheng first threw herself down in front of the coffin of Wanli in Renshou Hall and cried loudly, and then knelt silently to the side, waiting quietly.

After waiting for a long time, Zhu Changluo, whose eyes were red, walked in, with sadness on his haggard face, and the sleepless night last night made him look extremely down.

Zhu Changluo didn't even look at Zheng Guifei on the side, knelt silently in front of Wanli's coffin alone, without saying a word, for 38 years, he has been a man with his tail between his legs, witnessed his father's indifference, the coldness of the court, and felt the withering of the country and the danger of the current situation.

Of course, these are not the main things, the main thing is the bullying and oppression he has suffered in the past 38 years, as well as the neglect and abuse suffered by his mother.

After being silent for a long time, Concubine Zheng took the initiative to probe and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I am deeply favored by the Holy Lord, today the Holy Lord died, and the slave family has no intention of living in the world anymore, I want to accompany the Holy Saint to the burial and go below to accompany the Holy Lord, what does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince think?" ”

Zhu Changluo pondered for a moment and said lightly: "Concubine Zheng has a deep relationship with her father, and the palace has always regarded Concubine Zheng as her mother. ”

Zhu Changluo sneered in his heart: "Whether you are sincere or false, how can you let your death be so simple, I want you to watch your son be beheaded all over the house, and then I will give you this opportunity, just like when Lao Tzu watched his mother die of grief and anger, but he couldn't do anything." ”