Chapter 22: The Tree of Success

"Sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight is also a special fun," Ji Ruxuan hooked his lips and chuckled, and suddenly thought of the euphemistic and coquettish picture when the jade wrist was holding the beads at the palace banquet, "Little Sun knows, will he be angry?" Hey, I don't care if she's angry or not, she's full and supportive. ”

Although she is particularly good-looking.

But what!

Is he the kind of superficial person who is bewitched by beauty?!

He would never show mercy to her just because she was good-looking.

As if trying to convince himself, he added, "It's not me who wants to deal with the people of the Taiwei Mansion, the interests of the Taiwei Mansion and the Cheng'en Mansion are irreconcilable, sooner or later there will be such a day, not now, but also in the future, I just handed a knife to the Cheng'en Gong and let the Cheng'en Gong take the lead." ”

There was silence in the mountain temple.

Then there was a terrible mountain wind that pierced the temple.

Ji Ruxuan touched his nose, it seemed that he couldn't even convince himself, and he forced himself to quibble, "Anyway, I don't want to harm the Taiwei Mansion, Cheng Engong can do everything to connect the enemy in order to establish the prince, except for the heart of the Taiwei Mansion, it is imperative, what does it matter to me." ”

A gust of wind wailed and rushed into the mountain temple.

As if he felt that this was not very convincing, he had a sad expression: "What I want to calculate, there is always only one Cheng'en Mansion, but I have not taken the initiative to calculate the Taiwei Mansion...... "I didn't calculate now, but the plan didn't arrive, it doesn't mean that I won't calculate in the future, in fact, in his layout, the Taiwei Mansion is the heaviest link."

But that's all for later.

And it has nothing to do with now.

Ji Ruxuan thought to himself a little: The game on the power field has never been controlled by any one person, at best, he just created a favorable opportunity for himself to catalyze interests.

Not the initiator.

Nor is it the culprit.

He chattered for a long time, and the more he talked, the more frustrated he became: "Okay, I'm superficial, good-looking people, I always have to give some special treatment," he made a gloomy face, and emphasized, "Just a little, no more." ”

The black-clothed subordinate maintained a half-kneeling posture, like a silent stone sculpture.

Ji Ruxuan rested one hand on his knee, and his five fingers tapped again and again, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be measuring something.

"Her Royal Highness, the most honorable princess of the Southern Dynasty." As if he had discovered some fun game, Ji Ruxuan propped his elbows, and a dull laugh burst out of his chest, "I changed my mind." ”

The black-clothed subordinates were a little surprised.

Ji Ruxuan held his cheeks and continued to laugh: "The Taiwei Mansion holds heavy troops in its hands, and devouring it is much more intentional than destroying." ”

The black-clothed subordinate shook his body: "What does the lord mean?" ”

Ji Ruxuan took the Caixia Frozen Stone, threw it twice, and said with a playful smile: "Hey, interesting prey, naturally you have to put more effort into it, fatten it up, and eat it slowly to have fun, isn't it?" ”

The black-clothed subordinate was silent.

The fire sparked, the light of the fire shook in the dim mountain temple, and the moths that flew from nowhere flapped their wings and pounced on the bright fire.

In an instant, it came to naught.

As she spoke, Ji Ruxuan felt that she was becoming more and more weak, so she simply covered her face and squatted on the ground: "Forget it, I owe her twice, it's a big deal to help her twice in the future, no, three times, four times is okay, for the sake of her good looks, just help her a few more times, and it can be considered flat!" ”

The black-clothed subordinate quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you're not crazy.

After a long time, Ji Ruxuan finally stood up: "Let's go, we should also go back, so as not to expose the flaws of the stand-in, along the route when we came, interspersed with the nearest mountain road, we must rush back to Beijing as soon as possible." ”

……

Proton diplomatic relations agreed that the two countries were in a "newlywed Yan'er", not to say 'glue-like', but relations were eased and the border was temporarily stabilized.

But it was not peaceful inside and outside the government.

The Imperial Historical Observatory jointly asked His Majesty to canonize the crown prince: "Your Majesty is majestic in the four seas, Ze is the people, govern me in the prosperous era of the Southern Dynasty, and now my Southern Dynasty is stable, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. ”

These words, one bright and one dark, express two meanings.

It alludes to the defeat of the Northern Dynasties and the stability of the Southern Dynasties, and when it comes to the establishment of the reserve, the matter of the establishment of the reserve is undecided, which will lead to the fluctuation of the hearts of the people in the DPRK and the instability of the society.

hints at the merits of the Seong'en Mansion.

Stand and save the tree! The focus is on one 'heir', according to the inheritance system of 'establishing a successor but not a long', the three princes should be established as princes.

There was an uproar in the court, and there were many people who echoed it.

The general Qi Rulie's old illness relapsed, and he recuperated in the mansion and did not go to court.

A group of courtiers led by Qi Xiao's general, Qi Rinfeng, had to pretend to be deaf and dumb amid the cries of the courtiers, and they seemed extremely weak.

Emperor Nanxing did not express his position in court.

After the dispersal of the dynasty, the courtiers asked for the excerpt of the prince and sent it to the southern study of Emperor Nanxing to deal with government affairs.

In just three days, it has already piled up.

Subsequently, Emperor Nanxing rejected the courtiers' request to establish a prince: "I am in the middle of a thousand years, and the matter of establishing a prince is suspended." ”

The courtiers immediately knelt on the ground in fear.

'Qianqiu' is the meaning of prosperity, but I didn't say it clearly, I am in the prime of life, and I can continue to work, you are a courtier, and I am forced to establish a prince, what is your intention?

The matter of establishing a prince has ended here, but it has not dispelled the fluctuation of people's hearts in the DPRK and China.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Nanxing announced: "From now on, the third prince Jiang Jingzhang will enter the Nan study to observe the government. ”

The matter of Lichu ushered in a turning point, Jiang Jingzhang was in the limelight, and the Chengen Mansion was full of people.

In contrast, the courtyard of the Taiwei Mansion became much more deserted all of a sudden, and the rumors about the loss of power of the Taiwei Mansion became more and more intense.

The change of imperial power came silently.

Jiang Fuguang was sitting in the stone pavilion reading a book, and suddenly heard a "Wang" dog barking, she put down the book, and saw Gu Jiayan holding a spotted little milk dog and walking into the stone pavilion.

"Fuguang, look at it," Gu Jiayan handed the little milk dog in his arms to Jiang Fuguang, "This little milk dog doesn't look like the one you raised before?" ”

Jiang Fuguang took a closer look: "It's indeed a little similar." ”

She had a similar little milk dog before, a milky ball, obedient and soft in her arms, she had also raised it for more than a year, and she had already raised her feelings, and she also took a name, called Tuan Tuan, who knew that a while ago, Tuan Tuan ate something by mistake, and it was gone.

She was lost for a long time.

"I inquired for a long time, and then I found a puppy with Tuan Tuan, and there happened to be a cub, so I hugged the one that looked most similar to Tuan Tuan," Gu Jiayan stuffed the little milk dog into Jiang Fuguang's arms, "Take a look, do you like it?" ”。

Jiang Fuguang lowered his eyes and stroked the soft fluff of the little milk dog, the little milk dog didn't recognize it, and barked milkily, as obedient and soft as Tuan Tuan.