Today, who has reigned for nearly twenty years, is now over fifty years old.

In the past 20 years, although the country has not been smooth, under the painstaking management of His Majesty the Emperor, it has finally become somewhat prosperous. Now that His Majesty is old, the crown prince has not been established for a long time, and there are many discussions both inside and outside, guessing who will get the crown prince in the end.

Among them, the most vocal candidate is none other than the eldest prince Wang Zhixian, the eldest prince has always been known for his virtue, and as the eldest son, he should succeed to the throne.

The second most discussed is the second prince Wang Zhide, although the second prince does not show the mountain dew on weekdays, but he has always been diligent in practicing and governing the country, and he has to work hard until midnight every day, which has long been known in the palace.

As for the other princes, there is only one remaining five princes who still have some hope, although the five princes are stationed on the frontier all the year round and do not know much about the affairs of the DPRK and China, but it is precisely because of this that they have accumulated outstanding military exploits and are highly respected by the military generals of the DPRK and China.

Wufu's idea is very simple, the emperor who can fight is a good emperor, the first emperor is to lead troops to fight to take the country, and now His Majesty has also followed the first emperor to fight in the south and the north, and later put down Hou Dachang's rebellion. Although the dynasty emphasizes literature and suppresses martial arts, but the support of these military attaches to the five princes is much more sincere than the respect of the second prince of the eldest prince and the second prince.

To put it mildly, the current saint is very old, maybe one day he will ascend to the immortal, the matter of establishing the prince is imminent, and the ministers of the court and the central government are writing to ask for the prince to be like snowflakes, and they have not stopped for a moment. In the end, the emperor was forced to have no choice, and promised that he would set up a prince within half a year, so he stopped the ministers. Seeing that the half-year period was approaching, some anxious people began to raise the matter again in the early court, and as soon as they opened their mouths, they attracted the echo of the civil and military officials.

"Don't worry, I have already written the edict of the crown prince, and I will read it soon."

The emperor was really troubled by the quarrel of these people, so he gave them an accurate answer, but he did not say who was the specific candidate. When the hundred officials heard this, they made a fuss again, discussing who was worthy of entering the main East Palace, and the entire hall was like a vegetable market in an instant.

The ministers were divided into three factions, each arguing so much that they couldn't control it, and hurriedly announced their retirement from the dynasty and told them to go home and quarrel. In this way, a group of officials, big and small, like village husbands, quarreled out of the gate of the main hall, and a few hot-tempered people moved directly outside the hall, and the people next to them hurriedly stepped forward to pull the fight.

The emperor sat on the dragon chair in the hall and rubbed his temples incessantly, and he inexplicably remembered the words of the king's authority: What the hell are you doing!

Thinking of the king's authority, the emperor couldn't help but smile, he doesn't care about this mess, and he will pass on the throne in the future, and his king's authority loves to kill and scrape is none of his business, it's good to kill them all, one by one reports good news and not bad news all day long, and no one tells the truth.

The emperor got up and stretched, and when the commotion was over, and the courtiers dispersed, he paced down the steps, looking back at the plaque with the words "Zhengda Guangming" written on it, and did not know what he was thinking.

On the other hand, the royal authority also began to make preparations in the palace, and the crown ceremony will be carried out in two months, and the Ministry of Rites will send someone to teach the details of the ceremony of the royal authority.

According to the rules, there is no need for the squire to come in person, but who makes this Eighth Highness a well-known troublemaker, if he stabs the basket on the day of the crown, the entire Ministry of Rites will be unlucky. Fortunately, this Eighth Highness was somehow very obedient and meticulous in his studies today, which made the waiter of the Ministry of Rites breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, Your Highness, that's all you have to do on the day of the crown ceremony, someone will come over to measure your size and make a dress in a while, and there will be nothing to do after the measurement."

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites spoke very politely, for fear of upsetting this master, and he would not cooperate when the time came.

"Today there is Lao Zheng Shilang," the king arched his hand, "Blessing!" ”

When the servant named Laifu heard this, he immediately stepped forward and handed a stack of silver tickets to the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, who saw this and hurriedly waved his hand to excuse himself.

"I'm a little embarrassed to bother Zheng Shilang to come over in person, so be careful, you can accept it."

"This ...... Thank you, Your Highness! ”

After hesitating again and again, Zheng Shilang still accepted the silver under the persuasion of the king's authority, thinking to himself that this arrogant and domineering Eighth Highness on weekdays, how could he seem to have changed people today, should he be mentally mature overnight because of the crown?

"It seems that it is necessary to let the loser in the family who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun also perform the crown ceremony early." Thinking so in his heart, Zheng Shilang did not forget to salute and thank him.

Seeing off Zheng Shilang, Wang Quanquan was idle again, and he stayed at home honestly for the next few days, waiting for the ceremony two months later.

……

On this day, Wang Quanquan was chatting with Pan Ziqian at home, Pan Ziqian has been secretly observing his third brother's movements in recent months, and since he came back from Zuixing Lou on the day of the fight, his third brother seems to have changed people, and he honestly stays at home, not to mention going to the Qinglou, he has never been to the restaurant, and locks himself in the house all day long to study.

I can't fix Pan Ziqian now, and I finally found some clues, but I didn't expect that my third brother would be good overnight?

The behavior of the third prince was expected by the royal authority, he knew that Hongxing pretended to be drunk that day, so what she said when she pretended to be drunk was naturally not credible, since the other party pushed Pan Zijian out of the top bag, the person behind the scenes will definitely let Pan Zijian act in a low-key manner, and now he can only hope that after the canonization of the prince, the other party will take action.

"Brother Pan, have you been to any special people in your mansion recently?"

"Special people haven't been there, but one has gone."

"Who's gone?"

"It's the girl named Niannu, who said that there was something in his hometown and asked for leave to go back."

Speaking of this, Pan Ziqian showed a disappointed expression, Wang Quanquan wanted to tease Pan Ziqian, but suddenly remembered something.

"When did she leave?"

"I thought, oh yes, the time you went to my house, and the next day she left."

Pan Ziqian thought for a moment and replied, but the king on the side frowned.

"What's the matter, Brother Wang, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Brother Pan, don't be afraid of what I said." Wang Quanquan's expression became serious.

"Brother Wang, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"I came out of your house that day, and I was assassinated that night, and I injured her wrist, and that person was a female assassin!"

"Brother Wang, do you mean to say that you are a slave ......?"

Wang Quanquan nodded, Pan Ziqian saw him nodding, he only felt cold sweat, how could there be such a coincidence. Nian Nu came to the palace three years ago, and he didn't have any intersection with other people on weekdays, only saying that his hometown was far away in the northwest, and now he thinks about it and is really suspicious.

"Brother Wang, I'll go back and investigate." Pan Ziqian hurriedly got up, and at this moment, there was a sudden hurried cry from outside.

"It's not good, master, someone in the palace came to spread the news, saying that His Majesty suddenly fell ill."

"What?!" Wang Quanquan suddenly stood up, "Prepare the horse!" ”