Zhu Houzhao's illness has not actually been cured.

He seemed to have improved slightly, so he embarked on the journey back to Beijing, but he traveled all the way to Beijing, the journey was tiring, and after arriving at the palace, he suddenly relapsed from his old illness.

In the end, he had a seizure at the ceremony, so much so that he fell into a coma in public.

The condition is also extremely deteriorating.

In the palace, Zhu Houzhao woke up slowly.

With two blinks of his eyes, he could see his surroundings clearly.

Next to him, his mother was constantly wiping her tears, the imperial doctor was holding a medicine bowl in her hand, and Zhang Yong and the eunuch of the celebrant were standing on both sides, looking anxious.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, especially a eunuch like them who relied on the emperor's favor, they really didn't want Zhu Houzhao to have an accident.

Outside the door of the room, a group of courtiers were crowded, and anxious faces were revealed in the small door frame.

Knowing that the emperor had finally woken up, the ministers waiting outside the room were a lot more relieved, but soon the imperial doctor said that Zhu Houzhao was just a return to the light, and suddenly, their hearts rose again.

"I'm not going to do it." Zhu Houzhao opened his mouth and said in a small voice.

"After my death, Chen Guogong and the cabinet ministers will jointly assist the government, and the secretaries should work hard to ......"

As he spoke, he coughed twice, and blood spat on the futon was particularly conspicuous.

"Your Majesty, after your funeral, who should be in charge of this great position?" Yang Tinghe asked with a choked voice.

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence all around.

The next Son of Heaven! This is related to the future of the officials in the court, and everyone is naturally extremely concerned, especially now that the edict has not yet been promulgated, you can still go to the vassal king's house to sell a good child.

If you have offended before, you have to remedy it quickly.

For a moment, the ministers pricked up their ears.

Time seems to have become very long, and the wind seems a little noisy.

After a long time, a hoarse voice finally came from the dragon bed, only two short words:

"Xing...... Wang ......"

The last word, as if all their strength had been exhausted, only a heavy exhalation was heard, and then the eunuch's shrill voice came from the hall, with a crying voice in it:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

didn't care about thinking about the throne, and a howl suddenly sounded outside the palace.

……

After crying, it is time to deal with the aftermath, the most important of which is naturally the succession to the throne.

In fact, even if Zhu Houzhao doesn't say it, this throne should fall to King Xing.

Xiaozong only has one son, so according to the bloodline, he can only trace back to Xianzong.

The eldest son died young, the second son Xiaozong, and the third son, the father of the contemporary Xingwang, the Xingxian King who had just died.

Although Zhu Houxi, the king of Xing at this time, was only thirteen years old, logically speaking, if you want the stability of the dynasty, the best choice is definitely not him but the older vassal king, but at this time the Ming Dynasty is still at its peak, and it is obvious that the importance of orthodoxy is better.

Not to mention anything else, just one is ordered by heaven, the monarch is divinely granted, and the emphasis is on whoever comes out of the mother's womb first, who is the mandate of heaven, if it is the king of Xing, then it is naturally in accordance with the mandate of heaven, otherwise, although it is no problem to be appointed by the emperor, but it is somewhat less of the emperor's name.

So a few days later, the edict was officially promulgated, and the edict was decreed to make King Zhu Houxi the heir, and Yan Yuan, the Duke of Chen, and the cabinet ministers jointly assisted the government.

And King Xing also set off from Huguang and came to Beijing.

……

Two months later, Beijing, Donghua Gate.

Yang Tinghe looked at the official in front of him angrily:

"What do you say? Say it again? ”

The little official had never seen this meeting, and said in a trembling voice:

"Pavilion Elder, Chen Guogong led the nobles and some officials to greet him at the Daming Gate and greet His Royal Highness King Xing...... It is said that they also prepared a second persuasion form. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Tinghe only felt angry, and the officials behind him exploded into discussions.

Greeting King Xing at Donghua Gate, Ju Wenhua Hall then ascended the throne with the gift of the crown prince, which was discussed by them, of course, Yan Yuan was not notified.

Officially, this is a matter of the Ministry of Rites, what does it have to do with the honors? Privately, Zhengde has died, and the thirteen-year-old little emperor is much easier to handle than him, just as all these years have passed, the civil official group has gradually begun to recover, and he is ready to regain everything he has lost.

God is pitiful, over the years, he has been the first assistant to be worthy of his real name, not to mention that the military department has no military power, and there is any major matter to discuss with Yan Yuan, which is this a first assistant!

The ascension to the throne of the new emperor is an opportunity.

But at this time, Chen Guogong himself led a group of people to "start anew", indicating that Yan Yuan did not intend to be arrested.

Greet King Xing at Daming Gate, and then you must go to Fengtian Palace, which is to enter Beijing with the gift of the Son of Heaven!

The other party is clearly showing the carriage and horses, and he wants to do it against himself!

"What does Chen Guogong mean, this is against the Ministry of Rites and the Cabinet!"

"What a big boldness, do they want to split Daming!"

"Chen Guogong is a martial artist in the end, and King Xing entered the ...... from Daming Gate Hehe, it's a joke. ”

"Colleagues, don't worry, King Xing has been deeply influenced by my Confucianism since he was a child, and he will never accept this faux pas! I can't say it, Chen Guogong will be severely fined later! ”

Behind him, there was a discussion of the ministers.

Yang Tinghe's mood gradually settled down a little.

He had heard that this little prince was very smart, and the vassal kings were all knowledgeable and courteous, and they were closer to the civil officials than the nobles who wielded knives and guns.

Not to mention entering from the Daming Gate, it is already incompatible with etiquette, even if King Xing is destined to become the emperor, but now, after all, he is still just a prince!

Moreover, in the end, he still has to rely on their civil officials to govern the government after all, otherwise, will he rely on those reckless people?

His Royal Highness King Xing will definitely make the right choice.

Yang Tinghe sneered inwardly.

Chen Guogong, you want to fight me, right? Today, I will let you see, although our civil official group has declined over the years, it is not muddy!

At this time, the huge team escorting King Xing to the throne finally arrived outside Beijing.

The young King Xing lifted the curtain of the car, looked up at the huge Beijing city, and looked from afar, the gray Jingshi was like a lying beast, extremely majestic.

I'll soon be the master of this place. Zhu Houxi thought excitedly.

"Your Highness, it's time to enter the city."

The officials who greeted him came to him and saluted respectfully.

"Please Your Highness enter from the Donghua Gate and temporarily live in the Wenhua Palace!"

When the words fell, Zhu Houxi was obviously stunned for a moment:

"Isn't this the route to the city from the East Palace?"

The official of the Ministry of Rites did not answer when he heard this, but just saluted again, and the meaning was very clear: he wanted to inherit the throne with the gift of the East Palace.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, Zhu Houxi picked up the celadon teacup in the car and fell on the face of the official of the Ministry of Rites.

At this time, King Xiaoxing's face was full of anger, no, it was anger!

His hands clenched tightly with a slight tremor of anger.

"What does that mean!"

"Lone is ordered to take the throne, not the crown prince ascending the throne, and Emperor Daxing is Lone's cousin, not his father!"

"Lone wants to go to the Daming Gate and enter the Fengtian Temple!"

The official of the Ministry of Rites obviously didn't expect Zhu Houxi to react like this, he raised his head in some astonishment, and then as if he thought of something, he increased his tone with a little urgency:

"Please go to Donghua Gate, the enthronement gift has been prepared, just wait for Your Highness."

This is to tempt him with the throne.

Zhu Houxi sneered, there was no movement, he didn't speak, and the team naturally didn't dare to act.

The scene was deadlocked.

At this moment, a fast horse galloped up, and a middle-aged man in his forties sat on it.

"Minister Liang Guogong Lan Hong, knock to see His Royal Highness King Xing!"

Couldn't help but focus the eyes of the audience on him, Zhu Houxi's eyes were puzzled, and the eyes of the officials of the Ministry of Rites were angry, and he had already thought about what would happen next.

Lan Hong didn't care about this, he saluted, and then said loudly:

"The minister is here, please enter the city."

Zhu Houxi realized that something was wrong, and he asked:

"Where did you enter?"

"Enter from the Daming Gate, enter the Fengtian Palace, and ascend to the emperor's throne!"

(End of chapter)