With the death of the crown prince in the court, the issue of the prince has once again become the focus of everyone's attention. There is an undercurrent of several forces involved in the battle for succession.

Li Yong died of unnatural death, dying of poisoning. When was someone poisoned? What kind of poison was voted, the hospital could not give a clear answer.

The death of the crown prince is like a sharp knife that digs into the heart, and every day it is bloodied in Wenzong's heart.

But people can't be resurrected after death, and continuing to pursue it will only set off a new round of bloody storm in the court.

The change of nectar was a lingering nightmare in Wenzong's heart, and he didn't want every corner of the palace to be stained with blood.

The pain of losing a son, Li Yong is not only his son, but also the prince of the Tang Dynasty. The prince died unexplained, but he didn't know who was the initiator?

The frustration of having more than enough strength made Wenzong physically and mentally exhausted and discouraged.

In the autumn rain for several days, Wenzong sat alone in front of the window, and on the desk was the bear's paw that Li Yongsheng advanced to his father.

The bear's paw has rotted and deteriorated, giving off a rancid smell that can't be concealed by the smell of ambergris.

Wenzong didn't seem to be aware of it, and didn't order anyone to throw it away.

The drizzle was drizzling outside the window, and God was also a sad face. Wenzong holds a wine jug in his hand, does not pick up vegetables, and drinks dryly.

Ma Yuanliang brought wontons, crystal shrimp, and salmon fish as thin as snow.

"Your Majesty, you also want to eat, eat as much as you want."

Ma Yuanliang's voice was nasal.

"The white-haired man sends the black-haired man, I am not a qualified king, not a competent father. Who am I? Who is me? ”

Wenzong burst into tears, bitter tears and swallowed along with the wine.

"Your Majesty, you are like this, the old slave looks sad in his heart."

Ma Yuanliang was loyal to Wenzong.

"You have followed me for many years, but I have not given you a high official, and I owe you a debt."

Wen Zong was drunk.

"Your Majesty, the old slave can be by Your Majesty's side, which is the greatest gift to the old slave."

Wenzong laughed, "A good loyal minister, if he can be like Qing, the Tang Dynasty is worry-free, the world is worry-free, and I am also worry-free." But looking at the palace, there is only one Ma Yuanliang. ”

"With Your Majesty's words, the old slave dies without regrets."

What could be more cherished than Wenzong's evaluation of him!

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Long." Ma Yuanliang bowed to thanks.

Wenzong used alcohol to anesthetize himself every day, and it backfired, often making him feel sad and even more worried.

Wenzong is becoming thinner and thinner, languishing and decadent. Concubine Yang Xian saw it in her eyes and was anxious.

The prince had just left, and his bones were not cold, and it was inappropriate to mention the issue of establishing a reserve at this time. Wenzong was passive and decadent, to a large extent, because the prince died unjustly.

On the one hand, Concubine Yang Xian feels sorry for her husband, and on the other hand, she wants to leave a way back for herself.

She has nothing to do, Wenzong has three long and two short, she has no support in the palace, and she can't stand the desolation.

The question of the prince is a topic that cannot be avoided.

Concubine Yang Xian relied on Wenzong's favor, knowing that the topic of the prince would sting Wenzong, but she still mentioned it again and again.

"Li Rong, the king of An, is virtuous and humble, and he is worthy of a great responsibility."

Concubine Yang Xian repeatedly spoke to Wenzong.

"Your Majesty, it stands to reason that the concubines should not say much, but when the crown prince leaves, the position of the prince cannot be vacant. so as not to be used by some people to breed trouble. It is best for the prince to make a decision as soon as possible. ”

Wenzong was useless in his heart, but Concubine Yang Xian's words were not unreasonable. Wenzong also understood that this was the case, and he couldn't accept it in his heart.

Li Rong was the youngest of the brothers, and Wenzong loved him very much. Concubine Xian's words can also influence Wenzong's judgment, and the balance in Wenzong's heart tends to be in favor of King An.

Chen Wang Li Chengmei is the son of Jingzong, and he is the posthumous son. The mother family came from a humble background.

Although he was not as deep as King Li Pu of Jin, he was deeply loved by Wenzong. But at least he was more favored by Wenzong than the crown prince Li Yong.

King Chen was a gentle young man who never imagined that he would one day be involved in the battle for the crown prince.

Even though his elder brother Li Pu was once made the crown prince, he never imagined that he would one day have something to do with the crown prince.

He's not a big fan of power struggles. His father died in a murder at the age of eighteen, before he was born.

It is said that the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the disputes in the court are no less than the battles in the rivers and lakes.

It's just that a thirteen-year-old can't get the taste of it yet.

Sometimes it's like that, it's not how you want to be, it's the development of events that pushes you to yourself. Chen Wang is in this state now.

King Ying played the lantern --- (uncle) old, and the lack of the location of the East Palace did not arouse King Ying's interest.

He calls his friends to hunt and play every day, and he looks completely heartless.

King Ying doesn't care, it doesn't mean that his subordinates ignore it. The inner chamberlain Gao Cang, the guard Wang Huai and others always pay attention to the trends of the DPRK and China.

In the past few days, Chang'an City has slipped on a rainy day, and God has not opened his face for several days.

Customers wear clothes and hats, or carry an oil-paper umbrella to enter the store. Rainy days to stay on guest days.

Scalding a pot of hot wine, the sound of wind and rain outside the house is endless, the wine and food in the house, three or five friends are chatting together, and it is very comfortable.

Jiang Yao had lunch, held the box in his arms, and came to the hall wearing a hat.

Xiuying leaned on the counter to check the accounts, and Ashina was selling wine to the guests. Bao Du went to buy ingredients early in the morning, which was basically enough for a day.

It's better to run less, run more twice, and not let guests use stale ingredients. After Bao Du finished his job, he helped in the back kitchen.

"Brother, is it raining heavily?" Xiuying looked away from the ledger and called out to Jiang Yao.

"I know." Jiang Yao tilted his head.

"Wait for the rain to stop walking, or a little lesser."

Suyoung turned out from behind the counter and pulled him back. Braving the pouring rain to rush back, it's not urgent.

Xiuying dragged him, Jiang Yao didn't move, and put on a posture like an arrow.

"Brother, you wait." Xiuying ran into the back kitchen, "Brother Bao." ”

Baodu didn't take off his apron, and he still had an oil star on his hand, "What's wrong?" ”

Bao Du saw Xiuying in a hurry, thinking that something was wrong.

"Brother Bao, you go and call a car and send Brother Jiang."

This matter, what a big deal, Bao Du took an umbrella and went out to find a car.

"No, I said you guys were complicated, right?" Jiang Yao said with a smile.

Ashina's blue eyes were like a pool of lake water, and she splashed towards Jiang Yao: "Is there a soul hook?" ”

Xiuying nodded approvingly, she originally wanted to say that she was afraid that Brother Jiang would be angry, but she didn't dare.

Ashina was encouraged, and her Chinese became more slippery, "Is it possible that you will have to go with a knife in the sky?"

Jiang Yao thought to himself, I will wear a hat and ride a BMW, and I will be home in a while.

The rain is falling more urgently, so what? One, two, three, nervous, too exaggerated.

He held Xiuying's arm and asked with a smile, "Am I an immature child?" ”

Xiuying shook her head.

"Am I a big tree that can keep the wind and rain out?"

Xiuying nodded.

"It's not a knife, it's a golden bean." He walked out as he spoke, leaving Xiuying and the others looking at each other.