Imperial Palace, Imperial Garden, Wang Siheng sat in a dragon robe in the pavilion, seven or eight days have passed since he entered the capital, and the enthronement ceremony is being prepared in an orderly manner.

"Your Majesty, Lord Liu is already waiting outside." The imperial eunuch whispered.

"Let him in."

Wang Siheng, who was already sure to succeed to the throne, brushed his clothes, knowing that this scolding was inevitable for a while.

Not long after, a middle-aged Confucian student wearing a navy blue robe appeared in the imperial garden, and it was Liu Muqing, the official who was still named "Shouzai" in the court.

Liu Muqing did not die on the battlefield because of Wang Siheng's rebellion, and he never even left the capital from beginning to end, his weight was heavier than that of the rest of the generals' families combined, and I don't know what Wang Yijing thought.

The first thing King Wu did when he entered the city was to ask the wolf guard about Liu Muqing, and after learning that he was locked up in the prison of the Criminal Department, he was in trouble for a while.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally didn't meet this old friend, and only sent someone to send him home to take care of him.

King Wu was handsome when he was young, and he gradually gained weight and lost his appearance as he got older, while Liu Shouzai was just the opposite, with a mediocre appearance when he was young, and he grew a beard at an old age, which was quite a bit of maturity and stability unique to middle-aged men.

It's no wonder that all the matchmakers in the capital are running to Liufu, and the introductions are all young ladies from big families from Ji Lu to Tao Li Nian.

Seeing Wang Siheng, Liu Muqing did not put on a face or scold as expected, but behaved as a courtier very well.

"Minister Liu Muqing, see His Majesty the Emperor."

This one made Wang Siheng untidy, he waved his hand and said:

"You and I don't need to be polite."

Liu Muqing got up again, bowed his hands, and bowed his head slightly, as if he was ready to listen to the teachings.

When Wang Siheng saw him like this, he couldn't help but laugh and scolded:

"You kid, you can't be taunting me on purpose, are you?"

"The minister doesn't dare, I don't know what is important for His Majesty to summon the minister?"

Confucian replied stiffly.

Wang Siheng knew the stinky temper of the literati, and he was too lazy to meet him in general, so he said bluntly:

"I won't say much about polite words, but are you willing to continue to be your first assistant in the new dynasty?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister is old, I am afraid that I have more than enough strength but not enough, I want to take this opportunity to go into hiding today, and I hope Your Majesty will approve it."

When King Wu heard this, he finally couldn't help but get up, pointed at the other party's nose and scolded:

"You fucking mother, I just accepted the second room last year, and I gave birth to a pair of big fat boys this year, no matter how I look at it, I don't look like I have more than enough heart and lack of strength."

Hearing this, Liu Muqing knelt on the ground again, lying on his back and not raising his head.

Wang Siheng sulked alone, and finally sighed helplessly, waved his hand and said:

"That's it, I didn't expect you to give you a thousand pours of fertile land, thirty servants, and go back to your hometown to rest in peace."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The latter saluted respectfully, got up and prepared to leave, Wang Siheng stopped him again, hesitated and said:

"Before you leave, you have to say goodbye to Hibiscus, she is your own sister, don't die again."

"The grass people know."

……

After the Confucian left, Wang Siheng closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said:

"Invite Wang Zhaoqi here."

The former Son of Heaven appeared in front of the Son of Heaven in cloth, and the only remaining dignity made him neither salute nor kneel.

Wang Siheng waved his hand and retreated, and got straight to the point:

"Why did you leave Liu Muqing alone?"

"What does Uncle Huang think?"

"It's definitely not for him to be angry with me, I said before that you are not suitable to be an emperor, it is somewhat exaggerated, it is really remarkable to be able to endure that guy for so many years."

The young man didn't have much sense of whether it was a joke or a joke, and looked ahead and said:

"My nephew said that he wanted to leave a big gift for the emperor's uncle."

"It's hot, but it's not a big gift, is that all you can do?"

"Although Uncle Huang looks good, his nephew is completely defeated, but he also realizes a truth, unless a person has a clear conscience, what he has done will find him sooner or later."

Wang Siheng frowned when he heard this, he had indeed done a lot of bad things, but he didn't know what the other party was talking about, and there would be no result if he asked, so he simply didn't think about it, and said bluntly:

"In a few days' morning, will you tell the world as promised?"

The young man looked at the five-clawed golden dragon on the man's chest, and said with a calm face:

"Since my nephew agreed, he will do what he says, even if I keep my mouth shut, it will not affect the imperial uncle to sit on the dragon chair and obey the imperial uncle's arrangement, at least I can save the lives of our mother and son."

"I really didn't see it, you're still a filial son."

"If the imperial uncle has nothing else to do, the nephew will leave first."

Wang Zhaoqi, like Liu Muqing, always had a cold face, and Wang Siheng looked panicked and waved his hand.

After the other party left, King Wu's face was gloomy for a while, and finally ordered:

"Spread the general of the north to come over."

……

Time flickered for three days.

In the main hall of the early dynasty, the civil and military ministers were divided on both sides, and the generals who had always been pressed on one side were all arrogant today, and the first few were wearing armor and knives, which set off the atmosphere extremely tensely.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

A sharp voice sounded, and a young man in a dragon robe appeared on the steps, and Wen Chen knelt on the ground in unison, and just shouted "Long live my emperor", several of them couldn't hold back their tears.

On the other hand, on the side of the generals, not only did no one kneel, but many of them were sarcastic, if it weren't for today's important day, maybe they would have to make harsh words such as "coy".

The atmosphere became more and more eerie, and the shrill voice sounded again:

"King Wu has arrived!"

Wang Siheng, dressed in a purple and red python robe, appeared in the main hall, and this time the generals knelt down without hesitation, and the sound of the armor hitting the ground was connected, and the cold and solemn aura made the rest of the people tremble.

"Minister, long live my emperor!"

The generals did not shy away from kneeling down to their true king, shouting a few degrees higher than the civil officials, as if it were a kind of demonstration, and it seemed that it was deliberately done to show the young man on the dragon chair.

Wang Zhaoqi's expression was calm, and he said slowly:

"Since I ascended the throne, I have been diligent in government affairs, I dare not sleep at night, how can I have limited ability, so that the land of my dynasty has been repeatedly invaded by foreign races, I am physically and mentally exhausted, and I decided to choose a virtuous and virtuous Zen position.

King Siheng, the king of Wu, can fight well, has made great contributions to our dynasty, is generous and benevolent, and is deeply loved by the people. After much thought, I decided to follow Yao Shun's example and give way to Uncle Huang, and make a statement to the world. ”

After the young son of heaven finished speaking, he got up and put the prepared holy decree in the hands of King Wu, and the ministers in the palace shouted in unison again when they saw this.

The new emperor took off his python robe and changed into a dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair, looked at the people below, and a sense of accomplishment that he had never felt before arose.

The issuance of the decree is only a formality, and tomorrow is the real enthronement ceremony.

Wang Zhaoqi, who personally "sent" the throne, walked down the steps step by step, and stopped when he passed by Wang Yijing's side.

"I didn't expect it to make you turn over."

"It's all thanks to Your Majesty...... Oh sorry, I almost forgot, you're not an emperor anymore. ”

Wang Yijing smiled brightly.

Wang Zhaoqi glanced at him deeply, but after all, he didn't say anything, and left the hall that could no longer accommodate him.

Wang Yijing watched the other party leave with a smile, and then looked up at the man on the dragon chair, who shook his head helplessly.

Yesterday, Wang Siheng specially instructed the other party that no matter how aggressive Wang Zhaoqi was, he couldn't act impulsively, thinking that he was young and vigorous, he might not be able to listen, and he didn't want to be so calm.

…… (End of chapter)