In the post station, the three of Zhu Houxi's ministers discussed the specifications of this entry into Beijing, and always felt that it was impossible for the cabinet to really ignore the requirements of the future Son of Heaven. And this request is not excessive, no matter what, the cabinet will also give this face. When they saw the content of the reply, the faces of the three of them all became very ugly.

The official who sent the reply also had a bitter face, and the person who undertook this kind of errand, that is, the petty officials at the grassroots level, did not even have the qualifications to see the Son of Heaven. It was still thanks to this palindromic that he was qualified to take a look at the future emperor from afar, but he didn't want this kind of opportunity at all.

Thinking about the content of the palindrome, he knew what the emperor's mood was, and if he remembered his name in this mood, the future would not be very good. It was Yang Chengzu who waved his hand and said, "You go down to rest first, and then call you when I use you." ”

The remnants of the table were removed, and there were only three people left in the room, and Zhu Houxi said with a blue face: "What do you think now?" Yang Xindu made it clear that he had set up the carriage and horses, and used the cabinet and the Ministry of Rites to suppress me. ”

Yuan Zonggao shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that everything has priorities. If you don't take the throne for a day, you will have a variable every day. Everything is based on the throne, as long as the succession to the throne, everything is negotiable. ”

He has his own calculations in his heart, there are many vassal kings in the Ming Dynasty, and others don't say that the king of Weihui is a pro-domain. Although it did not meet the rules of brother to brother, Yang Ting and them could always find enough qualified vassal kings as long as they wanted.

If something happens when you are one step away from the position of the great treasure, I am afraid that the future life will not be easy. As the governor of the palace, he must serve the lord he serves, and ensuring the success of the prince on the throne is the first priority at the moment, and other things can be discussed.

He has been an official for many years, and he has long understood a truth, the most important thing for an official is to learn the word compromise. There is nothing in the world that cannot be discussed, everyone takes a step back and everything is fine. What's more, now that his side is in a weak position, if he insists on going to Chengtianmen, living in the Qianqing Palace and losing the treasure, it will be more than worth the loss.

Yang Chengzu shook his head secretly, Yuan Zonggao, it's a pity. He was an exceptionally good bureaucrat and worked very well with him, and he very much hoped that Yuan Zonggao could enter the cabinet and unite and cooperate with him in the future. But as soon as he said this today, it is destined that in the core circle in the future, there will be no Yuan Zhongde, and there will be only himself left in the closest person of Long Live himself.

Yuan Zonggao's suggestion cannot be said to be wrong, but obviously failed to understand the emperor's intentions, Zhu Houxi will never compromise on this matter, and he definitely does not want to be a "Ming Jun" who shares the world with scholars and doctors. Therefore, bowing to Yang Tinghe, and bowing to such a critical issue, is definitely not his choice.

Yang Chengzu said: "Yuan Weng, this is a bad word. Of course, it is important to take the throne, but if the name is not right, it is not good. If you ascend the throne according to the rules written in this ceremonial statement, who will be enshrined in the future? In the Taimiao, how can there be the god seat of the emperor? ”

"The Throne of the First Emperor? Yang Yizheng, what are you talking nonsense, don't talk nonsense. Of course, Yuan Zonggao understands that the first emperor Yang Chengzu said is the biological father of the prince, King Lao Xing, that is, King Xingxian in the mouth of the imperial court.

In his mind, this is simply impossible, even if the emperor can not nominally inherit the incense of the Son of Heaven, but in fact, the temple can only worship filial piety, and offer the royal father to enjoy the temple by virtue of the son, which is too rebellious. If there is such an idea, I am afraid that the ministers below will attack it in groups, even if it is the Son of Heaven, it is impossible to do such a thing.

Zhu Houxi said at this time: "This is not nonsense. I think it makes sense. I am the Son of Heaven, and my father deserves to enjoy the Taimiao, is there anything wrong? But now is not the time to talk about this, I will definitely not go to Donghua Gate, and I will definitely not live in any Wenhua Palace! ”

Those civil and military ministers who came to Liangxiang to see the driver, after paying homage to the holy car, returned to Beijing non-stop, preparing for the next day's pilgrimage. The mourning clothes on everyone's body can finally be taken off this time, and some are complacent because they have successfully given their resumes and their hearts to someone around a new monarch, and they have been thinking all night about what kind of promotion they can get in the future.

It wasn't until the next day, when everyone was neatly dressed at Donghua Gate, from morning to noon, and never saw the elephant of the prince, that a wise person realized that things might be changing.

The people who inquired about the news were sent out several times, and the reports were that there was no trace of car battles along the way. In other words, the honor guard of the heir did not leave the good country at all. According to the procedure written on the ceremonial form, he should have arrived at Donghua Gate at this time, not before he set off. This kind of big thing, naturally there is no such thing as oversleeping, or something like a car fight that can't move, the only explanation is that he doesn't want to move at all.

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The leaders of the greeting team were naturally the two cabinet ministers, Yang Tinghe and Mao Ji. Mao Ji moved his body imperceptibly, and said softly: "Shi Zhai, is there any news from Brother Houzhai?" ”

Yang Tinghe shook his head slightly, "Not yet, the shaft is so bold!" The old man wants to see if he wants this throne or not. ”

In the Liangxiang Pavilion Station, in the early spring, the weather in the north is still cold, but Liang Chu and Mao Cheng are now sweating on their foreheads. They did think that this son of the world had a willful and stubborn side, but it was normal for young people to have this kind of problem. But in any case, I didn't expect that this prince would be so willful, and when the enthronement ceremony was so important, he actually lost his temper, and how they urged him to drive, the car just didn't move.

Outside the pavilion, the guards and generals were already ready to go, Xu Guangzuo, Cui Yuan, and Guo Xun were reorganizing the team outside and gathering people. On the surface, it was to restrain the soldiers, but in fact, he threw this hot steamed bun to the two ministers and stayed out of the matter.

On the Queen Mother's side, the eunuchs who came to urge the driver also sent two batches, but they were all driven out, and Zhu Houxi, a young man, sat there calmly like an old Buddha.

"Shizi, the time of entering Beijing is carefully scrutinized by the Ministry of Rites and the Cabinet, and cannot be changed. If you miss the auspicious time, the entire time of the ceremony will have to be changed in the future, and the delay will be long. The country cannot be without a king, and I hope that His Royal Highness the Prince will focus on the overall situation. ”

Looking at Liang Chu who spoke, Zhu Houxi's attitude was still kind, but his tone was still resolute, "Don't go to Donghua Gate alone, don't live in Wenhua Palace." This is the fundamental place, if this fundamental matter is not clear, how can Lone enter the palace? ”

Neither Prince Liang nor Mao Cheng has the right to decide which gate the emperor goes to and which palace he lives in, this kind of request is simply embarrassing. The two anxiously comforted, exerting their expertise as civil officials, and talking about everything. It's a pity that in the face of a doomed unreasonable teenager, all their efforts are destined to be in vain.

Time passed little by little in this tug-of-war, the sun gradually turned west, and when it was time to apply for the card, someone outside came to report that "several members of the Beijing Division came to visit His Highness, most of them are Anlu people, I don't know if Your Highness will see you, or not?" ”