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Things are getting more and more fierce, and as an emperor, he does not abide by filial piety, which involves a matter of principle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the evening, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and the rolling dark clouds pressed gloomily on everyone's heads, and at this time, a sedan chair arrived outside the palace, and dozens of hundreds of officials knelt down outside the Zhengde Gate. The palace guards guarding the palace gate came out and were startled, and while coming to ask what was going on, they entered the palace to make a report.

"Filial piety comes first, if the emperor refuses to welcome the coffin of the first emperor, how can he be an example for the people of the world? And how to govern the country? In this way, the etiquette will collapse and the society will collapse, and it will be regretted when the sect collapses. Chen Yang Zhen, as the first assistant of the door, knelt outside this Zhengde gate today, if His Majesty refuses to change his mind, he will never leave! ”

The wind rolled up, the sky was full of thunder, Yang Zhen's voice fell, and he was not afraid to raise his front crotch and kneel down, kowtow to Zhengdemen, and said: "The minister respectfully asks the emperor to be filial." ”

More than 100 officials behind him were solemn, knelt down one after another, and said in unison: "Please Your Majesty welcome the emperor." The palace avant-garde was stunned, neither daring to move to drive people away, but also not knowing what to do.

Zhao Yi heard the movement inside, and he also panicked all of a sudden, originally thinking that if he refused, everyone would be fine, who knew that Yang Zhen would make such a fuss. He immediately sensed Yang Zhen's sinister intentions, if he went out of the city, the auxiliary king would be safe, perhaps Shen Ao had planned behind this matter.

"Bastards, these chaotic ministers and thieves, are too unreasonable, do you really think I don't dare to clean them up? Do you really think I'm a sick cat? ”

Zhao Hengda lost his temper and kicked a screen, with murderous intent in his eyes. Of course, he understands that he really has no way to deal with Yang Zhen and the ministers kneeling outside the palace now, if he punishes them because of this matter, the matter will only get bigger and bigger, maybe the person kneeling outside still wants Zhao Heng to clean them up so as to complete their reputation.

But on the other hand, Zhao Heng had already made up his mind, he would never be able to leave the city tomorrow, this was a great opportunity to get rid of Shen Ao, how could he miss it?

But...... What now?

Zhao Huan was pacing back and forth in the warm pavilion irritably, at this time a lightning flashed outside the pavilion, the sound of thunder rumbled, and the heavy rain fell in an instant, Zhao Huan couldn't help but shiver, his face was cloudy, and finally he sat down and said inward: "Bring the book, I want to read the book." ”

"Let them go, I don't believe it, they can always kneel. , Zhao Heng thought like this in his heart, seeing that the showdown with Shen Ao was imminent, Zhao Heng really didn't want to be distracted by other things, he had to endure it.

The heavy rain poured down, there was no news in the palace at all, the ministers outside the palace were drenched into soup chickens, many old people, maybe they couldn't bear it, only half an hour of kung fu fainted in the water stains, but the palace avant-garde was not supported, and no one cared.

Yang Zhen's wrinkled face was already drenched, and his eyes were so ticked by the rain that he couldn't open them, but the eyes of that line flashed with a hint of coldness, it seemed that everything was as he expected, Zhao Heng would never back down, so this article would be better.

An hour later, another group of people came over consciously, the downfall of the hundreds of officials outside the palace, the sympathy of the scholars, and their hatred for Zhao Heng's disregard for Zhao Heng's disregard for the ministers, hundreds of thousands of scholars rushed over, they did not go to negotiate with the palace avant-garde, nor did they talk to each other, but tacitly appeared behind the hundred officials, kneeling down.

When the palace guards saw this black and oppressive person, they were also panicked, and they rushed forward to report again.

Zhao Huan began to realize the seriousness of the problem, the matter was too strange, as if it had been discussed, someone must be instigating behind it, this was a conspiracy.

No matter how stupid Zhao Huan is, he should think of this, after all, he is in the royal family, what kind of conspiracy has he not seen?

It's just that Zhao Heng is already riding a tiger at the moment, and if he wants to send people outside the palace, he must promise to leave the city tomorrow and miss the best opportunity to kill Shen Ao in vain. But if the stalemate continues, this matter will never be good.

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth, knowing that the other party forced him to comply, no matter what choice he made, he, the emperor, was a loser, but he had to choose to continue to be silent.

At noon, there were more and more people coming, there were scholars, businessmen, ordinary people, some people got up, more people came in groups, in this heavy rain, people consciously knelt down, first hope, then disappointment, and finally despair, and even some people looked at the vermilion lacquer palace gate with hatred.

You can be ridiculous, you can be profligate, you can even block the way of speech, you can be cunning and dead lackeys. But there is one thing, you must not do it, you can't be unfilial, filial piety is the theoretical basis of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is the foundation of etiquette and law that has been passed down for thousands of years.

But now, Zhao Heng's behavior has been too bad, and all the things that have happened before have made people criticize at most, and there is slander in his heart, but now it is different, the first emperor is located in you, and the bones are not cold. After a long journey to Bianjing, you, as a son, ignored it, what is the reason?

Can such a person be a king?

Almost everyone has this question in their hearts.

The wind is raging, the rain is pouring, and the elderly can suddenly fall to the ground, this desolate scene has deepened everyone's impression, and they are eager for everything, many people just hope that the emperor will change his mind, and it can even be said that in addition to the hundred officials, these scholars, these businessmen, and these people are all people who still have some expectations for Zhao Huan.

The reason why Zhao Huan was able to ascend the throne as the emperor was not because he was virtuous, nor because he was superior in wisdom, the only reason was that he obeyed the heavens, and from the perspective of etiquette, he was the legitimate heir, which no one can question. The problem is that when this ritual method of pushing Zhao Heng onto the dragon chair was completely destroyed by Zhao Heng himself, in everyone's minds, the legitimacy of Zhao Huan's so-called throne began to be questioned at the same time.

The heavy rain brought a slight coolness, and at the same time cooled everyone's hearts.

Yang Zhen was already a little unsupportable, after all, he was not an iron body, at such an old age, he should have been drinking hot tea in a warm room wearing dry clothes, but at this moment he was beaten by heavy rain, this old man stubbornly persisted for more than two hours and finally began to shake and fall, and then fell crooked in the water, the moment before fainting, Yang Zhen thought: Your Highness, the old man is fortunate not to be dishonored.

Yang Zhen fainted, almost pushing the atmosphere to the ground, and tens of thousands of people let out a desperate roar together: "Please be gracious Your Majesty, go out of the city to welcome the first emperor........."

There was still no movement in the palace.

Then someone stood up with the water stains on his sleeves and knees, without saying a word, disappeared into the rain, and more and more people left, all without saying a word, so far, Zhao Huan undoubtedly showed his attitude with his actions, and now is the time for everyone to make a statement, everyone's statement is very simple......... Ignore......

Since you can't do your duty as a king, and you don't even follow the basic spear law, do you still want everyone to obey the etiquette and be loyal to you, the unrighteous son of heaven?

"Ann!" The hula-la-la-men all stood up and walked away in a sloppy manner, as if they were hiding from the plague, fearing that they would be a step slower.

Zhao Huan sat restlessly waiting for news in the warm pavilion, hearing that Yang Zhen fainted, he was also afraid that something would suddenly happen outside, if someone instigated, maybe the matter would become more serious, but when he heard that everyone had left, Zhao Huan first breathed a sigh of relief, but then his brows furrowed again.

Of course, he understood that those who came to petition were completely doing their duty as courtiers, but now they patted their butts and walked away, acting like passers-by, and they themselves had reached the point where they were truly heartfelt.

"So what? As long as you kill Shen Ao and eradicate these Jiān parties, everything can be recovered. Zhao Huan gritted his teeth and thought in his heart.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow at this time, is when the victory or defeat is announced, I will definitely not be merciful, Shen Ao" Zhao Heng's gaze became extremely stern: "I will definitely not lose to you." This night, Zhao Huan almost didn't even go to the harem, just rested for a while in this warm pavilion, and then woke up from a nightmare, asked the time, only to know that the long night had not passed, but he was upset, but he couldn't sleep peacefully no matter what, so he had to paced anxiously in this warm pavilion.

stayed up until dawn, and finally Neishi came over in a hurry and said, "Your Majesty, Li Zhongshu and Rui Guogong have arrived." Zhao Heng cheered up, his face turned red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Quick, please come in." Li Bangyan was wearing a new purple robe, and Rui Guogong was wearing armor, looking very powerful, the two came in and saluted together: "See Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Heng held the armrest with his hand and said, "No need to be polite, sit down." ”

Li Bangyan also seemed a little unenergetic, yesterday's incident, he knew, and he understood that Yang Zhen's intentions, and even more knew Zhao Heng's embarrassment, Yang Zhen's hand was enough to be called Yang Mou, he obviously knew that this guy was playing tricks, but for Zhao Heng, there was no way to crack it at all, neither could he fight or kill them, nor did he dare to agree to their petition, no matter what choice was made, it would always be Zhao Huan who suffered.

It is precisely because of this that Li Bangyan did not enter the palace, in his opinion, since there is no way to crack it, he simply pretends to be deaf and dumb and be an outsider. However, Li Bangyan's not coming doesn't mean that he doesn't care, when he received the news yesterday, he broke out in a cold sweat, this hand is so clever that even he has to admire, with Yang Zhen's temperament, it is impossible to come up with this idea, so who is the person behind Yang Zhen? Is it Shen Ao, or the always incomprehensible figure behind Jinyi Weekly?!。