emperor becomes prince

"The Emperor is here—"

The eunuch who was sung squinted slightly, looked inside, saw no one came out, and looked embarrassed, so he pretended to be inadvertent and sang again: "The emperor is here——"

The weather in May was already a little warm, and the ministers changed their winter clothes for summer clothes one after another. At this moment, they stood in the hall without daring to breathe. It was as uncomfortable as it was. He looked anxiously at the door.

Just yesterday, more than a dozen ministers were assassinated outside the palace gate or in their own mansions, and the ten generals who were called into the palace by the emperor never returned—it was this morning when they came in From time to time, I saw an inner eunuch roll up the straw mats and transport them to the mass grave, and secretly stuffed the money. Then I realized that the group of people who entered the palace yesterday had all died. But he kept his mouth shut and refused to reveal a word more.

Something must have happened!Otherwise, how could these ministers who are favored by the emperor die one after another within a day and night, and the deaths are still unclear?Could it be that they have annoyed the emperor recently?Or is it true that there are ghosts and gods descending in this world?

An old and frail minister couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his hands, and found that his cuffs were wet.

The eighth elder brother was absent, and the fourth elder brother came, but he still had a cold face, so that others could not see the slightest clue, but those who knew him could still detect his anxiety from the occasional raising of his eyes.

He recalled the scene when he saw Hong Xi outside the palace gate yesterday——

"Fourth Uncle, don't come here without any harm!" The heroic young man in fresh clothes and furious horse, without the slightest change in his eyebrows, greeted Prince Yong with a smile, as if he had grabbed several ministers and kidnapped Hongshi just a moment ago. People are not him.

The horse under Zhu Zhanji was not so friendly anymore. From time to time, he circled on the ground and snorted, feeling a little irritable, but more on guard.

As if feeling the emotion of loving the horse, Zhu Zhanji patted the horse's head lightly, and the horse stopped turning immediately, and walked steadily to a place five steps away from Prince Yong.

Only these two uncles and nephews can feel the breath of tension flowing between them.

"So, the emperor's worry is true. Is the crown prince really going to usurp the throne?" Prince Yong spoke first, and at the beginning, he was very aggressive, which was completely different from the cautious and careful in the past.He didn't know when the reinforcements would arrive, and the longer it was delayed, the worse it would be for him.

"No, my ama was ordered by the emperor Mafa to take over the throne. It's just that there was a villain who couldn't see my ama take that position, so ama had to send me to 'maintain order'." Zhu Zhanji raised his jaw, and lied without blushing: "Perhaps the emperor knows about it too? In the early years—about when I, Ama, was in my twenties, Huang Mafa had the heart to pass on the throne. , it was only because of the obstruction of the "little man" that it was unsuccessful. Now, Huang Mafa feels old and frail, and wants to pass it on to my Ama. I, Ama, cannot successfully succeed to the throne. Emperor Uncle, what do you think your nephew should do in such a situation?"

Zhu Zhanji's sincere face, noble demeanor and calm demeanor make people never associate him with such an indecent term as "lying", let alone such a big lie!

Prince Yong looked at Zhu Zhanji's clear eyes, it didn't look like a fake, and Hongxi couldn't fake such a big matter, and he thought to himself, could it be that the emperor really...

"Since that's the case, you can take me in to see the emperor's father, so as to find out the truth." Nothing about Hongshi was mentioned, so he must not know about it, right?Zhu Zhanji thought to himself.

"My nephew can't decide this matter!" Zhu Zhanji seemed innocent, but his tone was tight. He didn't reveal any useful information. Prince Yong was secretly anxious. But it was firmly blocked by the elite troops led by Hongxi, and there was no breakthrough.

"Then what do you do?" Hearing the other party's irresponsible answer, even though Prince Yong was always indifferent, he couldn't help showing a little anger at this time.He insisted and refused to compromise: "At least, I want to confirm the whereabouts of the emperor's father and his safety. Unless you can prove that the emperor's father has not been killed by the prince... otherwise we must not leave."

"Understood, the proof is right? That kind of thing, I, Ama, will present it in person at the court tomorrow morning. Uncle, you just wait. If you don't see Huang Mafa's succession edict tomorrow, you will be If the court reprimands me, Ama, and embarrass him, I have absolutely no objection."

- Memories end -

Prince Yong lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, the light flickering in his half-closed eyes.The prince, can he really come up with the emperor's father's imperial edict?If so, where did his imperial edict come from?According to Prince Yong's understanding of Emperor Kangxi, he would definitely not allow anyone to have a higher status than himself in his lifetime, so he certainly would not pass the throne on his own initiative.But if they can't, why can their wise and great emperor tolerate the prince so far?How will the prince smooth things over?

A series of questions entangled Prince Yong, making him puzzled.

He looked at the solemn and nervous brothers standing in a row beside him, his clenched palms could not help but sweat a little.He stretched out his other hand to wipe it off, but found that it was rubbing more and more... The palm of his hand was greasy and slippery, and his heart was also full of waves, making it difficult to calm down.

The seat of the crown prince is still vacant, and even the punctual eighth elder brother has not arrived. What is going to happen?Who initiated the turmoil that was glimpsed outside the palace yesterday?

A lot of doubts surrounded Prince Yong.

Just yesterday, all of his spies, Naizi, who were engaged in some important work, all died suddenly without exception. Since then, his news network in the palace has been greatly weakened, and Wei Zhu's death is even more serious. An unpredictable blow to his plan.

At the same time, with the loss of these human resources under his command, he gradually lost ground in terms of news.So far he knew nothing, except that an accident had occurred.

Throughout his life, Yinzhen was taught "moodiness" by Kangxi when he was a teenager, so he began to restrain his temper and learned to forbear and wait for future opportunities.

This became his advantage. His low profile allowed him to avoid the sharpest appearance of Emperor Kangxi, and he was able to keep a low profile and develop his power in secret.Unless it is a last resort, he will never do anything that would make Kangxi suspicious.

Ineffective intelligence coupled with excessive caution made him miss that first and only chance to confront Zhu Di head-on.

Just when Prince Yong was thinking wildly, he only heard a burst of excited voices outside and the rubbing sound of clothes scraping on the ground.

"The Emperor is here—"

"See the emperor, long live my emperor, long live!"

A group of people knelt on the ground respectfully, only a small corner of the dragon robe could be seen.Some ministers faintly felt that there was something wrong with the embroidery, but couldn't explain why for a while, so they could only feel bored in their hearts.

The emperor didn't answer, and a young eunuch with a brand new face stepped forward and coughed dryly, and reminded in a low voice: "The emperor is asking all the ministers to get up." The sense of disobedience lingering in his heart became stronger.

When everyone stood up and looked at the strange but familiar figure in front of them, they couldn't help being shocked.

The visitors wore dragon robes and auspicious crowns, decorated with precious furs.The court clothes are bright yellow, embroidered with patterns of dragons and twelve chapters, and are of the same size when worn on the body.

But even so, how can the ministers fail to recognize the person in front of them, so the older ones took the lead in calling out: "Prince?"

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