On the day of the enthronement ceremony, hundreds of officials gathered in Miyagi, and in line with the principle of not extravagance and waste, it was held together with the post-sealing ceremony of the willow hibiscus.

Although the process was cumbersome, everything was carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

After praying for blessings, a banquet was set up in the palace, and the Son of Heaven feasted and drank with hundreds of officials, from afternoon to evening.

When the wine was hearty, Wang Yijing carried a jar of wine to Wenchen's side, pushed away an official who was drunk on the table, sat down next to the newly promoted official Shangshu, picked up the wine glass and said:

"Second son Liu, Wang will give you a drink."

Liu Baoqing nodded with a smile, his eyes were clear, not as drunk and hazy as others.

The two of them each drank a cup, and Wang Yijing filled it for the other party, and continued:

"Second son, Wang really lost his eyes this time, but I didn't expect you to be the one with the most calculations."

"What did General Wang say about this?"

"After the dispersal of the dynasty yesterday, I couldn't figure it out, the prince sat on the throne, and the first person to be rewarded would be the second son.

Outsiders may not be able to see that the order of His Majesty's rewards is actually carried out according to the size of the merit, and the strategist Guan Changsheng is especially after you, which can only mean that your merit is greater than his. ”

Liu Baoqing smiled slightly when he heard this, neither agreed nor refuted, but asked rhetorically:

"If it's as the general said, why are you left to last?"

Wang Yijing took a sip of wine and burped:

"To tell you the truth, I am the only general who has no relatives killed in the war, what Wang Zhaoqi did on the battlefield, which general doesn't want to kill as soon as possible?

His Majesty's insistence on protecting him will inevitably cause his subordinates to feel cold, and if they don't work these inconsequential things, it will be difficult to keep the water from capsizing. ”

With that, he threw his head up again and drank his wine.

Liu Baoqing stared at each other quietly, and after a while, he said with a smile:

"As the saying goes, Shibei should be impressed for three days, and today is considered to be experienced."

"The water in the court is too deep, so you can't be smart."

Wang Yijing sighed, then remembered something, turned his head and said:

"Don't change the subject, I can get to the bottom of it, right?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

Liu Baoqing did not answer immediately, but turned the cup in front of him, and at this moment, a voice sounded behind him:

"I heard that Lord Liu has been promoted to Shangshu, congratulations!"

Wang Yijing narrowed his eyes when he heard the sound, and a murderous aura emanated from his body, and it was Wang Zhaoqi who came.

Liu Baoqing stood up, bowed respectfully to the old master, and said:

"Wechen has seen His Royal Highness King Zhao."

After Wang Zhaoqi "gave way", he was given the title of prince, and the emperor should be present today, but he can choose not to come.

Looking at this pair of former monarchs and ministers, Wang Yijing's killing intent was gradually replaced by reason, he stood up and said with a smile:

"Yo, isn't this the abolished emperor, what's the matter, I'm bored at home, and I'm here to join in the fun?"

In the face of blatant provocation, Wang Zhaoqi seemed extremely calm, he didn't look at the other party, and said in an arrogant tone:

"Even if I lose the throne, I will still be the rightful emperor of the dynasty."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Emperor, forgive your humble eyes, you have a noble status, but why don't you see anyone kneeling to you here?"

Wang Yijing continued to uncover the scar, but the other party was still not angry, turned his head and said:

"Wang Yijing, you think you have won, but until the end, I don't live well? Oh yes, I went to the cemetery yesterday and saw a grave that had just been cleared of weeds and placed tributes.

I didn't think it was an eyesore, so I sent someone to dig up the grave and expose the corpse inside to the wilderness, which is estimated to have become the belly of a wild dog. ”

After Wang Zhaoqi finished speaking, he suddenly couldn't suppress his laughter, laughing almost crazy, completely ignoring the red in the eyes of the man opposite.

He didn't seem to like it, and continued to laugh and say:

"Do you know, your Li Ning'er, who has few funeral goods, is pitiful, and when she was picked out, she only held a coarse porcelain tea bowl in her hand......"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly lost his voice, lowered his head, blood was flowing down his neck, and the man opposite was holding a long sword with a cold gaze.

Everyone present was stunned in place, until a eunuch screamed, and everyone came back to their senses, and the sound of running and falling dishes and chopsticks became a complete mess.

The young man's life passed quickly, and he did not have the expected horror, but instead, he tried to pull the corners of his mouth and show a smile.

The smile was no longer sarcastic and crazy, but one of relief.

Wang Yijing didn't bother to care about this, shook off the blood stains on the tip of the sword, put the sword back into its sheath, and waited for the Imperial Forest Army to step forward.

Wang Siheng rushed to hear the sound, looked at his nephew who was lying on the ground and kept twitching, then looked at Wang Yijing, frowned and said:

"Who can tell me what's going on here?"

None of the ministers dared to speak, and Wang Yijing knelt down on one knee and said:

"Back to Your Majesty, King Zhao was killed by his ministers, and just now he regarded himself as the emperor in front of his ministers, and he kept claiming to be 'I', such a great rebel, and he was innocent of death."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the ministers immediately became weird, and even Wang Siheng's face was a little unbearable.

He seized the throne of Wang Zhaoqi, and the other party was bound to complain, and it was indeed possible to say some nonsense while he was drunk, but even then he would not be guilty of death, and he must have said something else to provoke Wang Yijing, so as to incur the disaster of death.

The state has national laws, even if Wang Zhaoqi is no longer wrong, he should not do it on this important day, let alone kill him.

Wang Siheng frowned, and was about to speak, when the queen's voice came from behind him:

"Liu Shangshu, you are also beside you, have you ever heard King Zhao speak wildly?"

"Back to Your Majesty, back to the Empress, King Zhao did have transgressions."

Liu Baoqing replied truthfully, his face was calm, and he did not show grief because of his cousin's death, let alone fall into the trap for Wang Yijing.

Although Wang Siheng didn't understand what medicine was sold in the queen's gourd, the other party's decision was never wrong, he groaned a little and chose to be silent.

Yanagi continued:

"In this way, King Zhao is indeed suspected of rebellion, but after all, he is the imperial prince, and General Wang is loyal, but his actions are too reckless, and the specific punishment will be decided after consultation between the Holy Lord and the Criminal Department."

As she spoke, she looked at Wang Siheng, "I don't know what Your Majesty wants?" ”

"Just do what the queen said, come here, send the body of King Zhao back to the palace, and after the situation is clarified, the scenery will be buried."

After Wang Siheng finished speaking, the thought of eating and drinking was gone, and he left the banquet in a hurry with the queen, and after walking far away, he couldn't help but say:

"Lady, you are too used to him, although Zhao Qi is useless, but he is my nephew after all......"

"When did you really see him as a nephew?"

The woman's words made the other party speechless, the two were silent for a moment, and Liu Mu Hibiscus continued:

"Do you have the reaction of the hundred officials after the killing of King Zhao?"

Wang Siheng thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Most of the civil officials were stunned, and the military generals, I don't know if it was an illusion, seemed to be cold."

"You guessed it, since entering Beijing, there has always been a pimple in the hearts of the generals, the king of Zhao will not die, this pimple will always be there. Now that General Fabei has eliminated King Zhao, it can be said that he has relieved them of a bad breath in their hearts, although it may be an unintentional move, but now his prestige has surpassed yours. ”

Wang Siheng frowned, in terms of speculating on people's hearts, he has not been as meticulous as Liu Hibiscus as a woman, and the gradually lively shouting and laughter in the direction of the banquet also confirmed this conjecture.

Realizing the gravity of the problem, he asked:

"According to the lady's opinion, what should I do?"

"At this critical juncture, we must be cautious. If the punishment is severe, it will make the already unstable people's hearts even more sluggish, but the punishment is light, and it will not serve as a warning.

If you want me to see it, it is better to punish and demote, which not only stabilizes the people's hearts, but also weakens the power of the army. Wang Yijing's incident is just the beginning, and the generals who enter Beijing with you are a hidden danger after all, so it is better to deal with it as soon as possible. ”

After the woman finished speaking, she paced away, leaving the king of a country frowning and thinking alone.

…… (End of chapter)