However, Wang Pu did not explain to Zhao Yu what "Tianshi" was, but asked with a smile:

"I don't know what the little marquis thinks of the general of the auxiliary country?"

Huang Jingming, the most trusted courtier of the first emperor. On the occasion of the death of the first emperor, Huang Jingming was promoted to the general of the auxiliary state, and he was entrusted with the important task of entrusting the orphan to assist his young son, that is, His Majesty Zhao Heng.

Today, the power of the DPRK and China has been in the hands of this auxiliary general for six years. In the past six years, the government and the opposition have not hesitated to praise this person.

"Huang Jingming is a person, which can be summed up in four words, and he is like a traitor."

Zhao Yu pondered for a long time, and finally said his father Zhao Qin's evaluation of Huang Jingming.

"The traitor is like loyalty, the little marquis can be described as a word!"

Wang Pu's eyes lit up, and his evaluation of Zhao Yu went to the next level.

"After these six years, the general has mastered most of the government and the opposition, and with the heavy army in his hands, it is not surprising that he has different ambitions. Although the Empress Dowager Xuande also tried her best to weaken the power of the general in the court, after all, she had lived in the deep palace for a long time and had limited influence on the previous dynasty.

Now, the day of His Majesty's pro-government is approaching. The first thing the ancient kings did after ascending to the throne was to cut off the ministers. If the general does not want to be captured and sit still, he must strike first and abolish it.

And this, for the little marquis, is where the time is! ”

After listening to Wang Pu's analysis, Zhao Yu couldn't help but nodded, but he still had some doubts.

"If Huang Jingming does the abolition of the establishment without authorization, this is the catastrophe of Dachu, why does Mr. say that it is the 'heavenly time' of the kid?"

Wang Pu laughed and said:

"Little Marquis, the Great Chu has gone through seven generations, and the people are full of support, even if the general of the auxiliary country is confident, he will not dare to usurp the throne, only dare to abolish the throne. In this way, the new emperor will be chosen from the clan. The Empress Dowager Xuande murdered the clan, almost making one out of ten clans. The little marquis has not yet reached the crown, and the old marquis has the prestige of the old marquis, so why wouldn't Huang Jingming choose the little marquis as the new emperor? ”

It has not yet reached the crown, indicating that the age is young and easy to control; has prestige, then when ascending the throne, it can minimize the opposition of the government and the opposition; The most important thing is the Wuzong lineage, not the current Renzong lineage.

Zhao Yu had a flash of inspiration and asked urgently:

"Isn't this the reason why Mr. let the kid save his talents?"

"Exactly."

Wang Pu nodded, and solemnly reminded:

"At that time, what the little marquis will have to face is the auxiliary general. If you can't get rid of the ministers in one fell swoop, then what will happen to the little marquis in the future...... Please also ask the little marquis to be prepared in his heart. ”

"Left and right are just pulling the knife into a fast." Zhao Yu smiled freely.

Joke, you can't win if you have a plug-in, you deserve to die!

…………

Shenjing, Cining Palace.

An old eunuch with gray hair holding a whisk walked to the side of the Empress Dowager Xuande in broken steps, and said in a low voice.

"The Queen Mother, there is a letter from Taihe Mansion."

"Take it to the mourners."

The Empress Dowager Xuande, who was teasing the lion cat in her arms, heard the words and said lazily.

"Whoa."

Opening the secret letter, the Empress Dowager Xuande, who was less than forty years old, looked at what she said in her heart, her brows furrowed inadvertently, and she snorted coldly:

"An Guohou and his wife were assassinated, and only the son-in-law survived? Most of the Darkcoat Guards who went to Cheongju City lost most of their ...... Wang Lin, what are you doing? The loss is so big, and there is a mistake? ”

"The old slave is not strict, please forgive the queen mother!"

Wang Lin, who was on the side, saw that the Queen Mother was angry, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor, and she didn't dare to lift half a point.

"That's it, get up."

Empress Dowager Xuande waved her hand and said disapprerovingly:

"For the sake of your many years of service in front of the palace, I will not punish you. Let Taihe Mansion find an opportunity to make up for what should be done, and don't reveal your identity. ”

"Don't worry, the old slave will go and tell the group of unsuccessful guys!"

Wang Lin kowtowed a few times before standing up.

At this moment, a palace maid with a face full of panic trotted all the way into Cining Palace, and as soon as she entered the palace, she knelt in front of the Empress Dowager Xuande.

"Queen Mother, something happened!"

"The mourning family remembers that you served by His Majesty's side, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

The Empress Dowager Xuande looked at the palace maid who was out of breath, and a bad feeling rose in her heart.

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, when he was playing in Xuanwu Lake, he accidentally fell into the water......"

"What did you say?"

Before she finished speaking, the Empress Dowager Xuande, who had raised her eyebrows, suddenly stood up from her seat, stared at the palace maid and asked.

The palace maid glanced at the Empress Dowager Xuande, who was in a rage, swallowed her saliva, and said stubbornly:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty fell into the water in Xuanwu Lake, although he has been rescued, he is still unconscious......"

"Enough!"

Empress Dowager Xuande's face was so gloomy that she could almost drip water.

She waved her long sleeves and walked towards the outside of Cining Palace first.

"Let's go, go to Xuanwu Lake! The mourning family wants to see who dares to murder His Majesty! Wang Lin, go, call all the old guys from the Tai Hospital to the mourning family! If something happens to Your Majesty today, the mourning family will not be able to spare you! ”

That night, according to the gossip in the palace, more than half of the palace maids and eunuchs who were responsible for serving His Majesty were killed with rods.

…………

Time passes, and in a blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed since An Guohou's funeral.

On this day, Zhao Yu was wearing a white filial piety suit and was playing chess with Wang Pu in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, when suddenly Zhang Xiu hurriedly came to the two of them, and he was holding a letterhead painted with fire paint in his hand.

"Master Hou, Shenjing sent an urgent report!"

As a member of the Zhao family, Zhao Yu's vein still has some connections and eyeliner in Shenjing.

Taking the letterhead, Zhao Yu glanced at the intact fire paint on the seal, breathed a sigh of relief, took a knife from the side, scraped off the fire paint, and took out a secret letter from the letterhead.

When he saw the content clearly, his eyes widened suddenly, and Jun's face showed an incredible look.

"Master Hou?"

Seeing that Zhao Yu stayed where he was, Wang Pu was puzzled in his heart and called in a low voice. Zhang Xiu on the side also looked at Zhao Yu curiously.

Zhao Yu, who came back to his senses, handed the secret letter to Wang Pu, and said with a wry smile:

"Mr. Wenbo, take a look. What is written in this letter is really unbelievable......"

As he spoke, Zhao Yu rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and he didn't seem to have recovered from the shock.

After reading the secret letter, Rao was as calm as Wang Pu, and he was a little shocked and speechless at this time.

"His Majesty took a boat ride in Xuanwu Lake in Xiyuan, accidentally fell into the water, and when he was rescued, the water was already choked into his lungs, coupled with panic and palpitations, he got lung disease after returning to the palace, and has been bedridden since then. The imperial doctor prescribed several prescriptions, but they did not have the slightest effect, but the symptoms became more and more serious. After tossing back and forth for half a month, I finally ......"

Wang Pu, who had read the secret letter, raised his head and looked at Zhao Yu.

"Master Hou, I have heard that the royal family has a secret martial arts, even if it is a small success, it will not be ...... His Majesty died of drowning, this, this is simply a big joke in the world! ”

When Zhao Yu heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer.

When he was young, Ben Hou had heard his father mention this matter, and the first emperor would carefully pounce on government affairs, and he had no time to take care of the harem, and put all the education and children in the hands of the current queen mother. Before that, the first emperor only had a princess under his knees, no son, and now he has a son, both the first emperor and the current queen mother regard it as a treasure in the palm of their hands. The Queen Mother was especially reluctant to let him suffer, so His Majesty's martial arts practice was also three days of fishing and half a moon to dry the nets, as a result, who would have thought that such a thing would happen. It can only be said that it is a report and a report, what is planted and what is fruited! ”

Even if it is the worst strength of the lower third-grade martial artist, there will be one or two lowest-level light skills, drowning, unless it is premeditated, it will not happen to the martial artist at all.

What is self-inflicted iniquity, not living? That's it!

Speaking of this, Zhao Yu even felt a little happy in his heart.

There is no other reason, just because the Wuzong lineage has been suppressed too hard.

"Mr. Wenbo," putting away the smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yu leaned forward slightly, looking at Wang Pu with a blazing gaze, "According to Mr. Wenbo, in this matter, is there the general's handwriting?" At this moment, is it the [Heavenly Time] in Mr.'s mouth? ”

Just when Zhao Yu got the news that the little emperor had returned to heaven, thousands of miles away in the southwest Miaojiang, Huang Jingming, the general of the auxiliary state, also received news from Shenjing.

"What, Yizhi, do you think the old man did it?"

Putting the brush in his hand on the pen stand of the bookcase, Huang Jingming turned around and looked at the young man who hurriedly walked into the tent with a smile, his confidant Wu Yizhi.