One sentence to the point.

The tiredness on Zhang Fu's face subsided a little, and became deeper and deeper, just at the last moment, his words were enough to change the wind and rain in the court. He slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at King Ning, and the moment their eyes met, both of them saw through some thoughts from each other's eyes.

Zhang Fu retracted his gaze, and just when King Ning thought that he must be laying down a lot of words, the corners of his lips showed a hint of mockery, and he said truthfully, "No."

He told the truth, but King Ning was nervous in his heart, not afraid that he was selfish, not afraid that he would take sides, but afraid that he would not enter the oil and rice in his official business.

"Then, in my lord's opinion, what should I do about the establishment of the prince?"

Zhang Fu's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was flat. "As usual, the court should choose a day to deliberate, and the decision should be made after the hundred officials have deliberated."

King Ning's face froze, and his heart calmed down for a while, and then he patiently persuaded again: "The Lord is the henchman of the Father, how can the Lord not know what the Father is thinking in his heart? The courtier's plan may not be what the emperor wants."

Zhang Fu was still unmoved: "Your Majesty didn't say anything when he was dying, you and I thought we knew everything about Your Majesty, but it was just speculation about the holy will, how could it replace the edict?"

King Ning was already a little annoyed, and at the same time puzzled, Zhang Fu was a smart person, why did he have to get along with him today? Even if he refused to testify and insisted on choosing a day to discuss at the court, how could he have expected that the king would listen to him?

Zhang Fu didn't need to raise his eyes to guess King Ning's thoughts at this time, and he still looked calm. "The prince can do something to the old ministers, if you confirm the word usurpation, it will be better to show your strength and be free from being shackled."

King Ning was angry and chuckled, "Use this to provoke me? What if I dare to betray the name of great rebellion?"

Zhang Fu also smiled, he looked at King Ning, and his eyes seemed to clearly write the words "I don't believe".

is obviously a legitimate thing, but it was forced to become a usurper of power, who can bear this? Will King Ning endure it?

No way.

Zhang Fu won the bet, King Ning really couldn't bear this breath, even if he was angry and angry, he didn't do anything with him, but just ordered someone to ring the death knell, and the entire Chang'an City was about to be clothed in vegetarianism.

At the same time, another order was passed down, and a game of chess, which had already been subordinated, began to surge. King Ning's mind is very clear, from the very beginning, he must firmly control King An's party, so that he has no power to resist.

Since that day, Xue Ji had blatantly trapped Rong Che in the house, and all kinds of rumors had already spread inside and outside Shangshu Province, and these words would inevitably become speculation or suspicion about King Ning when they spread outside. Now that the saint died suddenly, Chang'an City, which was already cloudy, suddenly thunderstormed and the wind was endless.

It rained heavily for two days in a row, and the palace ladies and hundreds of officials were not stable in front of Qin Hengling, I don't know if it was the autumn sentimentality or the rainy season that made people think a lot, at a glance, six out of ten people were not keeping their souls and thinking about the others.

At night, King Ning braved the wind and rain to drive back to the palace, and before he had time to say a few words to the princess, the people below hurriedly came to report the news.

King Ning's eyebrows tightened, and he shouted at the person, "Summoning Xue Ji over."

When Xue Ji rushed to King Ning's mansion in the wind and rain, King Ning had just changed out of his rain-soaked clothes and was roasting by the stove. Hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and then said, "The prince summoned Weichen over at night, but there is something urgent?"

I saw that King Ning copied the tea cup next to him and threw it to the ground, and the porcelain cup with bright color and white body fell to the ground with a sound, and it fell to pieces.

"I told you to contain Rong Che, and you just locked him up?"

Hearing people ask about this, Xue Ji gradually had a bottom in his heart, avoided the broken porcelain, slowly approached the front, and arched his hand and said, "Back to the prince, the purpose is the same, and the result is the same."

"Explain to this king what the result is the same."

Xue Ji was not panicked, lowered his head and said, "The purpose of restraining Rong Che is to make King An step by step, and imprisoning Rong Che is also to make King An step by step, what is the difference."

King Ning was happy: "You are really not picky, the good and logical inheritance of the unification makes people scolded as a conspiracy to usurp the throne and seize power, this king should still praise you for your intelligence?"

Xue Ji asked rhetorically, "What does the prince think is a logical succession?"

"My father passed on the throne and ascended the throne by order." Ning Wang said.

Xue Ji said again: "Now that His Majesty has died without an edict, and the prime minister is pretending to be confused, it is logically impossible, what does the prince think?"

"Zhang Fu said that he would choose a day to discuss with the court, but he may not act for this king." When he said this, King Ning himself felt that it was not possible.

Xue Ji showed a slightly cold smile on his face, and said bluntly: "Lord Wang, if Zhang Fu is helping you, you should only obey the last orders of the first emperor, and it is natural that he has not taken any credit."

In the middle of his words, Xue Ji paused, his eyes were extremely sharp, his mouth was silent for a moment, and then he continued: "If he helps King An, King An will definitely be grateful to him, if King An really succeeds...... What a credit is the Prime Minister?"

Xue Ji explained the deep meaning of this sentence, and King Ning couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he heard it, if Zhang Fu was the idea, he wouldn't be afraid that King An would lose and he would be implicated?

Xue Ji intentionally or unintentionally said lightly: "If you are a great treasure, with the merits he has made over the years, and then look at the face of the first emperor, how can you not deal with him...... After standing up to the sky, he will resign and return to his hometown, and retire quietly."

"It's not a loss."

King Ning's face sank completely, clenched his fists tightly, stood up with the table on the side, and paced back and forth in the room. After a long time, he stopped in front of Xue Ji again.

"Does this king have to be a usurper?"

Xue Ji smiled, his eyes blazing: "The rumors are temporary, and the records in the history books are recorded in the history books to ascend the throne or usurp the throne...... Isn't that all up to you in the future?"

These words seemed to break the last barrier in King Ning's heart, and when he made another move, he had no more cowering from the previous days. Before the day of the court meeting, he already had a posture of victory, Chang'an City was full of officers and soldiers, and there were people in the palace planning for him.

When it was really the day of the court meeting, the hundred officials walked into the hall with solemn faces, and saw a eunuch standing in front of the steps, holding a roll of gold satin in his hand, and the word "holy decree" on it was particularly dazzling.

There was a whisper from the crowd, and someone sneered, "Even the decree has been drawn up, what else is there to discuss."

These words fell on everyone's ears and struck on everyone's hearts, but when King Ning heard this, he slowly walked forward a few steps as if nothing had happened, and then turned to face the hundred officials, and said loudly: "This is the edict of my father, what do you have any doubts?"

When the hundred officials heard the word edict, they immediately blew up, and their eyes fell on Zhang Fu, who looked a little decadent in front of him.

If you have the audacity, you will directly shout: "Didn't the prime minister say that His Majesty did not leave an edict on his deathbed!"

What followed was one controversy after another, most of which questioned it, apparently unwilling to believe it.

King Ning did not hurry to take the 'holy decree' from the hands of the people and unfolded it towards the people.

"This is the imperial pen of my father, which was prepared long before the night of my father's death, as evidenced by Gonggong Li, the leader of the Zichen Palace."

King Ning's words fell, but he heard disdainful laughter from the crowd again.

"There is no personal eunuch next to the first emperor for a long time, what can the so-called Gonggong Li, the leader of the Zichen Palace, see? Besides, this royal pen may not be real!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a chorus, and in this way, King An really has a lot of influence in the court.

King Ning didn't say anything, and someone answered.

Zhang Fu didn't expect that King Ning's reputation would be ruthless, no one knows better than him whether this holy decree is true or false, he is serving the holy car day and night in addition to taking care of the government and politics, when did the first emperor draw up the so-called 'holy decree"? Why hadn't he heard of it?

"King Ning has thought about it? It is a felony to forge a holy decree."

This word was not carefully argued, but it was like a sharp blade, and the courtiers were already questioning, and after hearing this, the short-tempered official had already spoken out and scolded.

'Usurpation' and 'rebellion', these four words fell in King Ning's ears.

The eyes of the Ming people can see that King Ning's

His expression had changed, he had become more aggressive, he had become more determined.

"The prime minister has served his father and emperor for half his life, so why bother to ask for a late season? For his own selfish interests, he violated the last wishes of the first emperor, and dared to talk nonsense even when he saw the holy decree, this king is really sad!"