Forty-one years after the establishment of the military.

Summer.

East Palace Long Pavilion Hall.

The four ice statues exude a chill that makes the hot summer days as cool as autumn.

Prince Zhao Xin and Su Mingyuan sat opposite each other, playing black and white against each other, a big dragon had been formed on the scene, and the white son had the advantage.

"Su Qing's chess skills have declined!"

In the game on weekdays, Zhao Xin loses more and wins less, and even if he wins, he only has three or five sons.

Today's big victory, I am glamorous.

"Until the last step, the winner or loser is undecided."

Su Mingyuan picked up the sunspots, landed at the heart of the big dragon on the chessboard, and broke them into two, and the originally scattered sunspots were connected into a net, and the victory and defeat were reversed in an instant.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhao Xin coughed a few times, stared at the chessboard and pondered for a long time, pressed some bad new ideas in his heart, and praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Su Qing's ingenuity and wisdom are unmatched in the world!"

Now the crown prince really believes that Su Mingyuan is the number one talent in the north, because not only the people say so, but also his father.

What the people of the world think is right, not right, not right.

"Your Highness."

Su Mingyuan said with a smile: "The minister is just a middle-aged person, but he has some insights into people's hearts, so he has today's achievements." ”

"Watching people's hearts ......"

Zhao Xin muttered to himself: "Then Su Qing might as well take a look, how is the lonely heart?" ”

Su Mingyuan looked at the left and right attendants: "Your Highness's heart is related to the community, and you can't let others know." ”

Zhao Xin waved his hand: "All retreat." ”

After all the attendants left the Changting Palace, Su Mingyuan said quietly: "The heart of His Royal Highness is very simple, how can there be a prince for forty years in ancient times?" ”

Crash!

Zhao Xin's face was full of horror, and he shook his hand and knocked the chess jar to the ground: "Su Mingyuan, what nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"Isn't that right?"

Su Mingyuan picked up the spilled chess pieces one by one, and narrated unhurriedly.

"Your Royal Highness, the two sons of Empress Cui, are in the prime of life......"

Zhao Xin glanced left and right, the hall was empty, and said in a deep voice: "If my father wants to balance the north and the south, it will be impossible to pass on the second and third children!" ”

Su Mingyuan said: "The four princes, the six princes, and the eighth princes...... They are all adults. ”

"What do you mean by this, do you want to be lonely and unfaithful?"

Zhao Xin scolded sharply, either weak or weak-hearted, and his strength was a little insufficient.

Su Mingyuan shook his head and said: "The minister is not to let His Highness be disloyal and unfilial, but to prepare early to avoid turmoil in the country, this is the real loyalty to the monarchy!" ”

"My father is the founding king, what else can I prepare except for waiting?"

Zhao Xin sighed helplessly, reason told him that he should drive Su Mingyuan out, and the desire in his heart was reluctant, and how could the royal brothers have trust at all.

The crown prince's position seems to be stable, and all the imperial army supports it.

However, with the prestige of Emperor Jianwu, the abolition of the crown prince is also a sentence, and the courtiers will compile countless reasons for His Majesty.

Su Mingyuan comforted: "Your Highness, rest assured, Your Majesty has no intention of abolishing the crown prince." ”

One sentence made Zhao Xin's fallen heart rise again, his eyes flashed with lustre, and he couldn't help but approve of what Su Mingyuan said.

"My father is still an orphan."

"Your Highness is wrong."

Su Mingyuan shook his head: "Your Majesty doesn't change the crown prince because he doesn't want to pass on the throne to anyone, or it doesn't hurt to pass it on to anyone, but it must be ...... after the dragon emperor returns to heaven."

Zhao Xin bowed slightly, this kind of thinking is very in line with his character, he will be the emperor in the future, and he will have to hold great power for the last breath before he dies.

"So what should Lone do?"

"Your Highness can ascend the throne as long as you take good care of your body, prolong your life, and live longer than Your Majesty!"

Su Mingyuan's voice fell, and Zhao Xinshu's face turned pale.

Emperor Jianwu was a martial arts genius in the south of the Yangtze River when he was a teenager, and he was able to capture the flag during the southern and northern wars.

On the other hand, Zhao Xin has to be helped by people when he gets up all night.

There were only three or five sentences before and after, his mind went up and down several times, and his thoughts were confused when he was frightened, Zhao Xin became more and more identified with Su Mingyuan, and immediately asked for advice sincerely.

"Please Su Qing teach Gu!"

"There is an imperial doctor in the East Palace, so it is not difficult to take care of your body."

Su Mingyuan pretended to be pondering, and said after a while: "The difficult thing is to prolong life, the minister doesn't know much about this, His Royal Highness can seek advice from a Buddhist master." ”

There are some things that he must do on his own to be convinced.

"Lonely, send people to find a way to prolong life."

Zhao Xin got up eagerly, he was now afraid of dying in front of his father.

This is not out of selfishness, but for the smooth inheritance of the throne and the stability of the Great Qianguo!

……

The sun does not rise because of whom, nor does it set in the west because of whom.

The days went on as usual.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve again.

Li Ping'an customarily made dumplings and toasted two glasses to the moon, feeling a little lonely inexplicably.

"Could it be that you haven't experienced murder in the past two years?"

After two years of stability, I felt a little uncomfortable, and felt that life was dull and boring.

"Maybe this is the normal life of ordinary people, and fighting and killing is just an occasional adjustment......"

Li Ping'an had just eaten a few dumplings when he heard the door of the courtyard knocking.

Zhigang's voice came: "Layman, the Sprinkle family is here, open the door quickly." ”

"Here we are."

Li Ping'an opened the door and asked, "Why did the master come to the capital for the New Year?" ”

"Sprinkle the family all over the world as home, there is no fixed place to live, and you will spend the New Year wherever you go."

Zhigang was carrying a cloth bag in his hand, which seemed to be a watermelon: "There happened to be a thief near the capital, who cut off his head, so he came to the layman to borrow it for a few days." ”

Li Ping'an smiled: "This time the knife silver won't be dragged along, right?" ”

"The Sprinkle family registered in the yamen, and the head that handed it in was not bad, and the silver was issued soon."

Zhigang snorted coldly: "Sometimes, if you don't make a fuss, you don't know how fast this group of officials can do things!" ”

"Master Takami!"

Li Ping'an deeply agreed with this, and the imperial court believed that stability was very important, and harmony was also very important, so people who made trouble, especially those who could make a big fuss, would enjoy all kinds of conveniences.

Probably not to make trouble, small trouble, small trouble, big trouble.

There was a farce in the capital last autumn, a widow from nowhere, leading her children to cry at the gate of the imperial history, saying that she abandoned her wife and children, and abandoned her in chaos.

The yamen wanted to deal with it in a low-key manner, so they pulled the widow and daughter out of the city and buried them.

Somehow it attracted a large number of people to watch, and it happened that the autumn season ended, and it attracted the scholars who ended the scientific expedition.

As a result, the official position of the imperial historian was suspended first, and then the yamen found out the truth.

To this day, there is no public opinion on whether it is true or false, and the imperial historian has returned to his hometown.

It's a magical ability to make trouble!

Zhigang walked into the mortuary and found that there were no corpses in the empty space, and wondered: "Why is it so deserted?" I haven't been here for two years, and the winter in the capital doesn't kill anyone? ”

In a good year without disasters and disasters, about 40,000 or 50,000 people died in the capital, and about half of them were sent to the mortuary.

Divided into one hundred and eight squares, there are almost two or three hundred people, most of whom are concentrated in winter.

Li Ping'an said helplessly: "Basically, they are all sent to Andingfang, people give a lot of money, and the corpse collector also has to support his family." ”

Zhigang's eyes narrowed slightly: "Tell me specifically?" ”

Li Ping'an did not doubt him, and told about the collection of corpses by Deye, about a year and a half ago, and about 20,000 or 30,000 corpses were collected.

"This doesn't look like a serious way!"

Zhigang muttered in his heart, came to the courtyard and sat down, picked up dumplings and ate more than a dozen in a row.

"The Sprinkle family has been to a lot of places in the past two years, and they have also eaten flat food with various fillings...... Well, dumplings, the taste is far worse than that of laymen! ”

Li Ping'an lit a fire to boil water, boiled a large pot, sat down and opened the wine jar and poured a full bowl.

"First of all, thank you for saving your life."

Zhigang was rough in appearance and delicate in thought, glanced at the trap on the wall, and guessed everything.

"Could it be that a thief fell into it?"

"The master is right, the thief calls himself Huanghuashan......"

"Listening to the description of the layman, it should be Lu Chuang and Liu Guang, both of whom are successful murderers, nicknamed Liangzhou Shuangsha......"

The two talked while drinking, Li Ping'an talked about interesting things in Beijing, and Zhigang talked about the dangers of the rivers and lakes.

Until the middle of the moon.

As soon as the time passed, he came to the forty-second year of Jianwu.