Master, do you want a date?

Zhao Yiran only stayed in Zhao Ziyang's mansion for a few days, and Zhao Yiwen rushed over just as soon as he finished his business, wanting to take Zhao Yiran away simply and rudely.

How could Zhao Ziyang be willing? Seeing that the other party was his future brother-in-law, he resisted the urge to overturn the table on the spot, so he had no choice but to persuade him to stay.

"Even if you are my boss now, I can't leave my brother here. He hasn't formed a contract with you yet, so what's the matter living in your backyard? When you form a contract in the future, what will others think of him? Zhao Ziyang If you're doing it for my brother's sake, let me take him away." The bearded Zhao Yiwen glared at him, looking more like a soldier than Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Yiran smiled and rolled his eyes, Zhao Ziyang gave him a resentful glance. "It doesn't matter what other people think, besides, the emperor may not be able to find out what is going on in my mansion even if he wants to."

"I don't care, my brother must go back to my house anyway." Zhao Yiwen picked up the luggage at Zhao Yiran's feet, waved his big hand and led Zhao Yiran to go out without looking back.

Zhao Ziyang clenched his fist and then loosened it, and chased after him in three steps and two steps, and came to the gate of the courtyard to hold Zhao Yiran's hand. "Wait, there's so little luggage, why don't you take what I prepared for you?"

"It's too much and too heavy, I don't want to take it." Zhao Yiran rolled his eyes, it would probably take a day to pack all those things away.

"Little bastard, is that why you don't want to stay with me for a while?" Zhao Ziyang was annoyed.

Zhao Yiran chuckled. "You think I don't know, your mansion has already started to prepare paper-cut paper-cuts of red silk Duan Shuangxi. If I want to stay here, I'm afraid I'll send them directly to the bridal chamber."

His plan was discovered, but Zhao Ziyang didn't feel embarrassed at all. After putting away that expression, he hugged Zhao Yiran again. "You promised me about the bond. I chose the eighth day of the fifth lunar month. It's a good day. What do you think?"

What a thick skin!Zhao Yiran was really powerless to complain, the beginning of May was next month. "I don't think it's right. Some time ago, you just said in my ear that you forgot about the instability of the court? You should pretend to be sick for a few more days. At least until the end of the year."

After speaking, he walked away cleanly and unrestrainedly.

Zhao Ziyang had no way to send it to the gate, so he could only go back to the yard dejectedly.

Zhao Yiwen was well prepared, the carriage was parked outside the gate, and he just waited for the owner to board it before he could hop home.

The summer is getting hotter and hotter, Zhao Yiran has been living in the Zhao Mansion for more than a month, and he feels more and more bored.Usually when I am bored in Zhaojia Village, I can go out to have a picnic with the children, go fishing in the small lake, and occasionally climb mountains and so on.Now these are all unplayable, because of the severe drought, there are fewer and fewer people on the streets.Even the lofty capital of Kyoto can't escape the days without water. There are not many restaurants open normally. Zhao Yiran had time to go to the biggest and best one to eat once, and immediately didn't want to go.The ingredients are too low, no matter how you eat it, it will not suit your stomach.

Zhao Yiwen goes out early and returns late every day, and when he sees him, he is either frowning or preoccupied.The busyness of many parties made Zhao Yiwen lose weight for several laps.Zhao Yiran wanted to ask, but was always prevaricated by the other party.After a few times, he stopped talking in silence, but often quietly gave Zhao Yiwen a drink of the well water in the space to make him feel better.

In the palace, Sun Yazi accompanied Emperor Qixuan, shaking the peony double-sided embroidered round fan in her hand, her graceful figure looming under the palace costume.At this moment, it was mid-afternoon, she said to Emperor Qixuan coquettishly. "Your Majesty, I have something to ask."

Emperor Qixuan Emperor Qixuan had just punished many of the princes below. Because of his recent physical discomfort, more and more officials ran to support the princes.As an emperor, the power in his hands does not allow others to be contaminated.As long as he doesn't give it, no one else is allowed to move.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Emperor Qixuan replied.

"The eighth prince is just ten years old now, and he lost his mother and concubine just after he was born. I have never been pregnant since I served the emperor. I think that if there is one more child in Zhilan Palace, I will be more childish. Maybe I will be able to soon She's pregnant with a dragon fetus." Sun Yazi put the jade bracelet on Emperor Qixuan's arm, and said coquettishly.

Emperor Qixuan liked this the most, the Eighth Prince was his youngest child, if Sun Yazi didn't mention him today, he would forget the existence of this child.He completely forgot about the child's biological mother at that time, and asked the head eunuch to check it out, only then did he find out that the eighth prince's biological mother was a personal maid of the concubine Xian.After he was lucky once, he was named a beloved man, and his low position was very humble.For a prince without a mother, the emperor let down his guard and complied with Sun Yazi's request.

"My concubine has been infertile for a long time, so I should see the imperial physician." This is a man who attaches great importance to his offspring, and so does Emperor Qixuan.

"Your Majesty, the concubine has seen it. The imperial physician has let the concubine follow her fate." Sun Yazi lowered her eyes and held up a fan to cover the wry smile on her lips.Why is she unwilling to have her own heir, just to maintain the strange fragrance on her body, she will lose this qualification.

Sun Yazi adopted the eighth prince as required, and stopped smelling incense to the emperor according to Zhao Ziyang's order.After a few days of stopping, Emperor Qixuan fell ill.

It was a daily fever again, under the careful care of the imperial physician, Emperor Qixuan hadn't recovered yet, the medical girl leaning on the side of the dragon bed suddenly drew a knife and stabbed Emperor Qixuan's neck with lightning speed, killing him with one blow .

The sudden change made everyone stunned. By the time the imperial guards rushed to the front, the medical girl had already committed suicide by taking poison.

The sudden death of the emperor caught everyone off guard.Even if there are royal family members maintaining the situation, people from all sides in the dark of the capital are still moving uneasy.

On this day, Zhao Yiwen walked into the room with a sad face, told everyone that the emperor was dead, and asked the housekeeper to prepare.

Zhao Yiran was shocked for a while, and what was strange was that just three days after the news of the emperor's death was passed down, the long dry weather began to rain heavily.It didn't take long for the people to be immersed in sadness before laughing happily again.If it weren't for the fear of national mourning, everyone's joy would be even louder.

Zhao Ziyang, who was about to be raised by "Injury", left the mansion in good time, with an army of 30 in his hands, and became a favorite in the eyes of all the princes.All parties began to draw in the scuffle, but Zhao Ziyang was as immovable as a mountain, his attitude was consistent and firm, and he was impartial and did not support anyone.

After dealing with the emperor's national funeral, the royal clan's prince Ankang, as the representative, wants to make the second prince born by the queen the crown prince.However, in the imperial court, the eldest prince's power is stable, and the two sides are starting to get anxious, and no one will accept the other.Just before the national funeral, there have been several open and secret battles, assassination, poisoning, frame-up and other tricks.All the princes of certain forces were affected, some died, some were injured, some were demoted and demoted, it was a scene of chaos.

In the strife among all parties, the second prince, relying on the power in his hands and the support of the royal clan, was slightly superior, and managed to ascend to the throne.Just a few days after he ascended the throne, the eldest prince led one hundred thousand soldiers and horses into the palace, and brutally killed the second prince on the dragon chair.It was even more frenzied to let go of the order and kill all the princes.

The concubines in the palace ran away in shock, and Sun Yazi, under the protection of the secret person, took the eighth prince who was already frightened and foolish, and left the palace earlier to the Marshal's Mansion.

"It's come to this point according to your plan." Sun Yazi sat under Zhao Ziyang with her teacup in her hand, her eyebrows downcast.

Zhao Ziyang handed the written envelope to the secret guard at the desk, and turned to face Sun Yazi. "Take the Eighth Prince to Prince Ankang's Mansion."

"Now? There is still the First Prince outside..." She had just arrived here and before she had a cup of tea, all the troops around the capital were under the control of the First Prince!At the beginning, the emperor assigned Zhao Ziyang's army to other places. Shouldn't they have fled outside the capital and deployed the 30 troops to fight against the eldest prince?At present, there are only a few government soldiers, how can they withstand the [-] troops of the First Prince?

Zhao Ziyang slightly raised his eyes, Sun Yazi trembled, and lowered his head in fear. "I see, I'll go right away!"

Sun Yazi led the maid out of the house as if fleeing, pulled the eighth prince who was still shaking badly, and boarded the carriage prepared outside the marshal's mansion.Behind the carriage is a group of well-equipped soldiers.

At this time, the First Prince had already controlled the entire situation in Kyoto, and the Ankang Palace was also under the control of his troops.As soon as Sun Yazi came to the palace, she was completely surrounded by people. The soldiers behind the carriage drew out their knives and began to fight. An hour later, Sun Yazi and the Eighth Prince sat in front of Prince Ankang.

The eldest prince, who thought he had the chance to win, sat on the dragon chair he had been dreaming of, imagining the prostration of hundreds of officials and the surrender of all the people at the enthronement ceremony tomorrow.I am very proud of myself, this position belongs to him after all!

"Report! Marshal Zhao is calling from outside!" A general following the eldest prince came to the Golden Luan Hall in a panic.

"What?! Impossible! His army of 30 is five hundred miles away! How could it be possible to reach the capital so soon!" The eldest prince turned pale with shock.

"Your Highness, they have already arrived outside the palace gate. There is also Prince Ankang!" The general replied shaking his body.

As soon as the First Prince came out of the Golden Luan Hall, a crowd of people had already killed him, and the first to bear the brunt was Zhao Ziyang, who was turned into a murder god by the soldiers.

In June, the rain fell heavily and the wind was also strong.Before the eldest prince could understand what was going on, a rain of arrows whizzed towards his abdomen, and immediately the rain of arrows rained down, and the eldest prince instantly pierced into a sieve.At the last moment of consciousness, the eldest prince looked unwillingly at Zhao Ziyang who was walking slowly, and walked up towards the Golden Luan Hall step by step.

After a night of killing, the eighth prince sat on the dragon chair with a pale face under Sun Yazi's pull.As soon as his butt touched the dragon chair, he followed the fire, and fell to the ground in fright, shrinking into a quail.

"What are you panicking about! Sit on it!" Sun Yazi, who was beside her, secretly warned the eighth prince angrily.

"I...I..." The Eighth Prince trembled and looked carefully at Zhao Ziyang in the hall.The strong smell of blood and the fact that the eldest prince died not long ago in front of him made the ten-year-old feel helpless and frightened.

Zhao Ziyang's expression was indifferent, and his tone was also indifferent. "After ascending the throne, the emperor will call himself Zhen."

"Yes yes yes yes..." No matter what Zhao Ziyang said now, he would always answer yes.Even if Zhao Ziyang wanted the throne, he would offer it with both hands.

The enthronement ceremony of the new emperor was scheduled for six days later. The ten-year-old new emperor, wearing a newly made dragon robe, timidly held the enthronement ceremony under the disappointed eyes of Prince Ankang.After that, the imperial decree of amnesty to the world and Zhao Ziyang as the regent was issued.

Considering the long drought and heavy rain, the new emperor also waived the rule of getting married within one year of folk mourning.