"I'm afraid that the eldest prince won't do this unless it is absolutely necessary. Song Xuelin whispered.

But even he himself won't believe this sentence.

Jiang Yi said solemnly: "Take precautions early. Otherwise, it will be too late to make amends. ”

Song Xuelin bowed slightly: "If there are some signs, you need to report to the saint immediately." ”

"I'm afraid, it'll be too late then......" Yan Yu shook his head secretly, but he didn't say it.

Without him, it's not necessary. The emperor may know better than them.

Seven days later.

King Ding entered Beijing.

It was the first birthday of the little prince, and the palace was very lively.

However, Yan Yu, who was in the midst of it, was not only not the slightest joy, but his heart was very heavy.

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the wind and rain are coming.

Zhu Wanying, as a princess, naturally wants to enter the palace, but she is with a group of female dependents.

"Gentlemen, take your seats. With a long trumpet, the hundred officials, civil and military were clearly distinguished, and they entered the hall in turn according to their grades from the outside and sat down.

In a moment, the hundred officials sat down. The hall began to buzz with conversation.

Yan Yu looked at all this coldly, looking at these officials, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

Ignorant...... It's a blessing.

The power of the East Factory is monstrous. Under the imperial power, hundreds of officials were awarded.

But this kind of power has a price, before Dongchang didn't have it, Jinyiwei was the same, but throughout the history of the Ming Dynasty, there was no Jinyiwei commander, and An Ansheng lived.

One hundred percent, after the emperor is used up, he will throw out and kill his head to calm his resentment.

...... That's the price of knowing too many secrets.

Although he knew that he would not die, it was only the character of 'Yan Yu' who died. But he still has an inexplicable sadness and embarrassment.

Thinking about "Gao Xia", the martial idiot 'Yan Delirium', who practiced kung fu when the martial arts were in decline, defeated masters from all walks of life, but was finally killed by a small projectile.

And this time

In the end, he has been doing his best for the court, but in the end, it is estimated that the result is not as good as the previous one.

What could he do, though

Unless...... Take chestnuts from the fire and fight a way to live!

But this kind of thing is not something that can be done by talking, it takes luck and timing......

——

After waiting for a while, as Liu Fu chanted: "The Holy Lord has arrived." ”

Baiguan hurriedly got up, stepped out of the table, and saluted respectfully: "Long live my emperor......

"Zhongqing is flat. ”

The emperor said with a red face, holding a small doll with a few sparse hairs in his hand.

He is the protagonist of today, the son of Concubine Li, and the second prince.

Yan Yu's face was as paralyzed as ever, without a smile, eating and drinking by himself with taste.

Jiang Yi and the others next to him were relatively much more open, compared to Yan Yu, they were actually serious officials, and they were better at communicating.

For such a grand event, the eldest prince naturally arrived. Just opposite Yan Yu, the seventh on the left, in front of him are the three princes and three orphans, and he is not the prince, it is already good to be able to be the seventh.

Yan Yu is not far behind him, although the East Investigation Factory is in charge of punishing thousands of households, this official position is not high, but he can't stand him or the horse master.

Gong E's line-up, dancing in the hall, chimes ringing softly, the aftermath lingering beams and not dispersing. The long, leisurely humming sound looms......

After teasing the little prince for a while, the emperor stopped and sent it to Concubine Li's arms and gave Liu Fu a look.

Liu Fu understood, walked down the steps, and shouted: "Xuan, the king will meet ......."

Gong E retreated, the bell fell, and the hall fell into silence in a blink of an eye.

A short time later, a man in armor and gray sideburns stepped into the temple.

That's what it is...... Dingwang

Yan Yu silently observed this man, his physique was not much different from the current Yan Delirium, like a vicious tiger, majestic and threatening.

Although the bare skin is a little loose and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are very deep, the momentum of the battlefield where the tiger still exists still makes people can't help but look sideways and dare not look at it.

Don't forget, the king is ...... now is already more than sixty, a generation older than the emperor. To be able to maintain this state can already be called a 'miracle'.

King Ding stood in the hall, looked around, and then bowed: "See my emperor...... After a fierce battle in September, Weichen finally cleared the barbarians in the Western Regions, killing more than 170,000 enemies, 30,000 horses and sheep, and more than 130,000 slaves......"

A long story. plus the list and other items that had already been written by the ghostwriter were presented by the king.

"Good, good, the king is hard, and the people of the frontier are even harder. The emperor flipped through the list, and the smile on his face couldn't help but surface: "Be rewarded, be rewarded." ”

Next, it is the flattering words of Balabala such as "I am prosperous in the Ming Dynasty, and the emperor is ...... in the Ming Dynasty".

However, when Yan Yu saw that King Ding and the eldest prince looked at each other seemingly accidentally, he knew that they were going to do something.

Really!

King Ding suddenly bowed his head and bowed: "Back to Your Majesty, the old minister does not need gold and silver, but only asks the Holy Lord to meet the needs of the old minister and hundreds of thousands of border soldiers." ”

When the emperor heard this, the smile on his face faded a little, stared at him for a moment, and suddenly asked softly: "King Ding might as well say it and let me hear it." ”

Although soft-spoken, the tone is calm.

But Yan Yu, who often had contact with the emperor and knew a little about the emperor's temperament, and other people in Dongchang had slowly sunk in their hearts.

This is different from the last time Yan Yu met the emperor.

At that time, the emperor asked in person, and Yan Yu blurted out.

Right now...... The emperor only said a word of reward, but he didn't ask him what he wanted.

The most important thing is that in one sentence, King Ding has already connected himself and the border soldiers together, which invisibly violates a taboo.

That's ...... King Ding really thinks that the credit is his own!

In fact, he is only responsible for transporting grain and grass and maintaining logistics. It was Liao Ai who went out to fight, and it was the soldiers who killed the enemy desperately.

You decided that the king could enter Beijing, just because Liao Ai still had to guard the border passes, so you were announced to enter Beijing and receive the reward on their behalf.

You are only a representative, not a contributor.

It was not that the emperor had never fought before, and it was for this reason that he was extremely disgusted with the attitude of the king, because he knew very well what those soldiers wanted.

Glory and wealth, promotion and wealth.

It's just eight words, it's very cheesy, but it's undeniably something that most people want and pursue.

And today, you want to erase these words from the king's empty mouth and white teeth and turn them into your requirements, which is really a bit excessive.

"Crown prince!" King Ding stared at the emperor as if unconscious, and said four concise words word by word.

Crash......

The hall suddenly fell into a dead silence that could be heard of falling pins.

The last time this matter was discussed, when was it?

Half a year ago, half a year ago, discussed what the consequences of this matter were

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