Vol 3 Chapter 662: "Emperor Xin"

"My lord, there is an order from the guard in the palace to let you enter the palace immediately."
Outside the study, the voice of the old housekeeper in the mansion was a bit tired and apprehensive. This old man who had been working in the Great History Mansion for more than ten years clearly noticed that tonight is unusual.
The study door opened and Li Changshou walked out slowly.
This paper Taoist man is dressed in a dark red robe, his pale long hair is tied into a crane crown, and he is still so energetic, as calm and energetic as he had just moved here many years ago.
Li Changshou took out a letter in his sleeve and handed it to the old housekeeper, smiling:
"After I go to the palace tonight, you will lock the gate so that the guards in the palace don't go out at will. If someone asks you, you will say that I have gone to the palace.
When everything is stable tomorrow, you will open this letter. There is a way to open the cabinet in my study. You can share the money with the people in the house.
It can be regarded as a fate for you and me. "
The old butler's hand holding the envelope trembled a little, "My lord, you are... Now the rumor in the city is so bad, I have been saying that the king is seriously ill a few days ago, you, you don't have anything to do!"
"It wasn't an accident, but it was time to leave," Li Changshou raised his hand and patted the old housekeeper on the shoulder, "don't think about it."
After saying this, a plume of smoke came out of Li Changshou's feet, and he slowly lifted himself up half a foot. He turned around and appeared directly in the front yard with no one else, and walked towards the door yard without any haste.
The housekeeper opened his mouth, but just bowed his head and knelt down to the back of Li Changshou Paper Taoist, leaving a light sigh in the night, seeming to be grateful for his care over the years.
When Li Changshou left the gate, the soldiers of the brigade surrounded the gate of the general. A middle-aged general held his fists forward, bowed his head, and shouted:
"My lord, Dazai invites you to enter the palace immediately. At the end, the carriage will be prepared for you."
"Isn't it a bullock cart?" Li Changshou frowned, and said with an old manner: "My old arms and legs, I don't know if I can withstand the bumps."
The general smiled awkwardly and said in a low voice: "The situation is urgent, please give in. If you bump you, the general will chop off the head of the car!"
The two guards who were bringing the carriage over couldn't help trembling.
"Not so, not so much."
Li Changshou waved his hand and stepped onto the frame with a vigorous step, seeing the group of soldiers next to him straight.
If this is the hometown of Li Changshou Blue Star, the group of young people next to him will probably chant together:
[Fuck, this old man, oops, fuck...]
There is only one sentence in Nanzhou dunya: This old man is really tough.
The wheel of the carriage was spinning, and Li Changshou swayed in the carriage and galloped all the way to the palace.
At the same moment, outside the residences of the ministers around the Grand Palace, ox carts and carriages rushed to the palace under the guard of guards.
A few days before, there were rumblings in Chaoge City.
The old Wang's body is deteriorating, and the lamp is almost exhausted at this time; the three princes are waiting in the palace, and the king is in charge of the government temporarily.
At this time, Da Zai summoned the ministers late at night, nothing more than one thing.
The king is no longer good.
However, Li Changshou knew that Emperor Yi had died two hours ago, and the Canglong who had been manifested by the emperor's luck in Chaoge City was present, and then dispersed by himself.
At this time, I observed Chaoge City by looking at the air, and I could see the clouds steaming Xia Wei above Chaoge City, and a purple-red cloud was constantly surging.
That is the luck of the emperor who has not yet reunited, representing that the position of the emperor is pending at this time.
Although Zishou is an heir, something must have happened in the palace, otherwise it won't be delayed for two hours.
Ordinary, throne, greed, selfishness...
This night is really suitable for Brother Yuding to come here to enlighten the Tao.
Not long after...
"Master Da Shi, it has arrived."
"Well," Li Changshou answered, raising the curtain, and being helped by the guards from the frame.
In the surroundings, carts and horses were parked arbitrarily, and veterans were helped down one after another and hurried to the king's bedroom.
Those rushing footsteps sounded like rain sweeping Basho, and like a rush of defeated troops.
Li Changshou was among the veteran officials, and people kept coming up to say something, but he stopped them with gestures.
Soon, these ministers rushed to the palace.
Hundreds of civilians and military commanders have gathered here, but very few are qualified to enter.
"Master Da Shi!"
An old minister yelled, and the ministers in front of him tried to make a way out. Li Changshou hurried forward, frowning and entering the concealed palace gate.
A strong smell of medicine rushed over.
The palace is a little dark, it seems to be deliberately to highlight the depressed atmosphere at this time.
Moving forward, a dozen ministers of civil and military affairs gathered in front of the bed in the middle of the main hall. Li Changshou looked intently and found that they were all the people who were famous on the list of gods and were secretly stamped on his own notebook.
Bigan, young and wealthy, has a seven-orifice exquisite heart, and is in charge of punishment.
Du Yuanxian, Minister of State Supervision, studies astronomical astrology, knows solar terms, and decides the month of cultivation every year.
May Bo, admonish the doctor, how can the Lord be frustrated with the king.
Shang Rong and Wai Yin were originally the Minister of Internal Affairs and were in charge of internal and external affairs with Dazai. However, because Shang Jun was taboo, he was just a false job.
There is also the news that the prince is a young teacher and assists the prince...
and many more.
Li Changshou secretly calculated, but found that Huang Feihu, who was qualified to enter, was not in the temple at this moment.
Before these ministers, there were three princes kneeling beside the bed, each bowing their heads silently.
Zishou is the eldest son, kneeling at the front, and the two middle-aged scribes behind him are his eldest brother and second brother, Weizi Qi and Wei Zhongyan.
The sound of Li Changshou's footsteps attracted the attention of all the people, and Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan both cast kind eyes on him.
Only the son accepted, just knelt down in front of the bed and didn't move at all.
The gray-haired Dazai greeted him quickly, and said in a low voice, "Da Shi, you have finally come, and the king has gone ascended to immortality. Please write down the history and pass it on to future generations."
Li Changshou coughed weakly and took out a gorgeous cloth from his sleeve.
"It's done."
"Write!" Dazai glared at Li Changshou, and several old officials frowned and looked over.
Li Changshou whispered: "Sure-proof, be prepared."
The big master opened the cloth, leaned to the side lampstand, read it carefully, and then slowly nodded.
"In that case, the old minister went to announce to the ministers that the king was promoted to immortality, and asked the three princes not to forget the ceremony."
After that, Da Zai held the cloth and ordered the palace man to open the palace gate, with a unique emphasis, and shouted:
"Great King! Collapse!"
All the officials outside the hall quieted down, choked up beside the bed and shouted:
"Father!"
Weizi Qi and Wei Zhongyan shouted in unison, Bigan bowed their heads and wept, and all the ministers bowed and sobbed, and there was a bitter cry of female family members in the corner of the hall.
The cries spread from the king's bedroom, and the palace was full of sobbing.
This is a courtesy, one must be respected, and not crying is a crime.
After an hour, the cry ceased.
Dazai shouted loudly and ordered the priestess to pray forward and chant the sutras. This process would last day and night.
Following this, Da Zai said:
"Please also the three princes and ministers, move to the palace of the king.
Business can not be without a king for a day, the final will of the king is in the hands of the old ministers, and you have witnessed it with your own eyes.
Everything is determined by this purpose! "
Li Changshou couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
Di Yi's breath was two hours ago when he came here, and this will was an hour and a half before when he came here.
At that time, the emperor B's appearance was back to light, but it was actually just some magic tricks.
The rule set by the heaven is that the emperor is immovable, and the emperor's luck has collapsed when the emperor Yi breathes, but a corpse.
This trick may seem shallow, but it is quite useful.
The three princes got up, bowed their heads and backed away, and walked out of the hall without a sound, followed by the old officials.
Wen Zhong took the opportunity to reach Li Changshou's side, a little bit hesitant to speak, and finally he just sighed softly without saying much.
Soon, the courtiers who were crying bitterly retreated like a tide, and only a few female priests left in the whole hall began to bounce around, quite lonely.
One generation of emperor and generation of ministers, people take the tea to cool, nothing more than that.
Half an hour later, in the palace of the king.
In front of the empty throne, Da Zai slowly spread out the cloth in his hand, and the short-breathed reading sound began to float back and forth in the hall.
The three princes at the bottom stood in the form of character, with Zi Shou in front, bowing their heads to listen to the announcement.
Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan stood in the back position, they looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths smiled deeply.
Just listen to Da Zai:
"The widow’s life, even though he conquered foreign countries, expanded the country’s territory, captured millions of enemies, and used his ancestor’s power, he had no success.
Nowadays, Dashang has internal troubles and external troubles.
The widow is careful, and the son is too young and too sharp. If the throne is passed on by others, he is afraid that his efforts will be insufficient and the country will fall apart.
Ziqi is the eldest son, academically motivated, humbly to others, can entrust the throne. "
Da Zai had a voice and looked down at the three princes below.
The needle falling in the hall was audible, and an unspeakable sense of depression made many civil servants and generals hold their breath.
Da Zai said solemnly: "Prince son, do you have any objections?"
Zishou was silent, but straightened his waist and closed his eyes.
Wei Zi Qi frowned slightly, but Wei Zhong Yan sighed and said slowly: "Unexpectedly, Father King will change his mind at the last moment.
Compared with me and Zishou, brother Ziqi is indeed more calm and has the demeanor of a monarch. "
At this moment, a burly general stepped out of the generals array and said loudly:
"Dare to ask Da Zai! When was the king's will made, why hasn't he heard of it before?"
Another military commander said: "This decree is really written by the king? Before today, the king has been praised by the prince for his son, why did he suddenly change the choice of heir?"
"General Lu Xiong!"
Some civil servants scolded: "Are you teaching the king to do things?!"
The military commander named Lu Xiong scolded: "The final general is loyal to the king, and the sun and the moon can be learned! But this matter is really strange, you need to ask to find out!"
"General Lu Xiong," the Da Zai sighed, "When the King was dead, he ordered me to wait until the pillow box was opened and took out this will from it.
Five of the six officials had seen this matter, and the two uncles had also seen it with their own eyes. "
Bigan, the head of the civil ministers, nodded slowly, and Xu Yu, who had no specific position beside the ministers, also nodded slowly.
Most generals frowned and were puzzled, but half of the civil servants had a faint smile in their eyes.
Li Changshou watched quietly from the side. He actually wanted to know how Zishou would ascend the throne and whether he would show his brutality tonight.
Kind of looking forward to it.
"The third brother."
Wei Ziqi opened his mouth and sighed, "Don't be sad because of this. This throne is shared by the three brothers."
Zishou was silent, standing there quietly, but there was an indescribable majesty in his back.
This is not the coercion of the spiritual realm, but pure majesty.
Like mountains, like the sky, like the blue waves of the four seas!
"Third brother," Wei Zhongyan took a half step forward and said with a serious face: "Before the officials, don't embarrass the eldest brother, because he knows that you will not give up the throne, but this is also the will of the father..."
"Is it enough?"
Zishou murmured, making Wei Zhongyan a little puzzled.
Wei Zhongyan was about to continue speaking, but Zi Shou calmly said: "The officials retreat, those who do not retreat will be cut."
"This……"
"Prince, how do you give orders?"
"I wait for the minister appointed by the first king, why can't I be here?"
Cang!
Qiang Qiang!
In the military commander array, a large number of generals pulled out short swords in their leg armors, holding the swords to force the officials on the side, murderously.
The ministers quickly stepped back, and Zishou said again, "Everyone who had been in front of my father's bed before stayed behind."
The little kid raised his arms and shouted:
"Wait! You won't be able to reverse it!"
The generals did not answer, but drove the civil servants out of the hall with them, and closed the door of the hall tightly.
哐!
The little kid turned red, turned around and glared at Zishou.
"Zi Shou! Do you not even respect your father's will?!"
Zishou had already turned around now, some cold eyes staring at his elder brother, causing the latter to step back subconsciously, and the delicate robe was wrinkled.
"Is it the father's will, you and I know it well.
I have always respected you as my elder brother, but you used the body of your father to do such a trick!
Seriously, I don't know the strange art of that outsider? "
The big master hurriedly said: "The third prince..."
"To shut up!"
The son turned his head and glared, and there happened to be thunder shining outside the hall. The frightened Da Zai raised his hand to cover his chest, almost fainting.
At this moment, there was a sound of rubbing the armor from outside the hall, and there seemed to be a large number of armored soldiers coming in.
The little kid suddenly became more confident, with his head held high, his fingers felt:
"Third brother, you don't want to be brave, you can scare your brothers and ministers! This Chaoge City, you can't help tonight!"
"is it?"
The corners of Zishou's mouth turned aside, and he walked towards the throne of the high platform, then turned around on the steps, and sat in the middle of the steps with a bit of pity in his eyes.
"Eldest brother... eldest brother, for so many years, you seem to have not noticed a single thing.
When I was young, you and your relatives used all kinds of methods to target me, poisoning, assassinating, accidents, and doing everything to the extreme. Did I ever die once? "
Weizi Qi's face turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "Brother doesn't know this matter."
Zishou's figure was tilted back, his elbows propped on the steps, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.
He said slowly:
"For tonight, you spent three years of work, secretly subduing 12 generals, the commander of the city guard and the guard of the palace. For this reason, there are so many ugliness, and the promise is getting bigger and bigger.
If you become a king tonight, you will have dozens of more countries.
Brother, have you ever thought about the ills of our business. "
Weizi Qi said calmly: "The ills of Shang Dynasty are in slavery."
"I used to think so, but not anymore.
The malaise of Shangguo is that you, me, and father are all standing on this iceberg, but want to melt the iceberg into living water. It is you and me that fall first. "
Zishou raised his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose, "I once thought that I was the only one who saw our Shang Guo's illness.
It was not until I talked with Da Shi Ye once that I realized that I was not the smartest prince in the past.
Everyone can see these ailments, and there are bound to be many people who want to reform, but in the end they just broke their blood.
Why?
There are eight hundred princes in Shang. Of course, Shang is the biggest prince. When the Shang is old and weak, there are always ambitious ones who stand up.
The real disadvantage of the business is...
King, not enough king. "
Rumbling--
The thunder was shining outside the temple, and then heavy rain poured down.
Accompanied by thunder, a killing shout suddenly came from the direction of the palace gate.
Weizi Qi's expression changed, and he walked a dozen steps toward the palace gate, but immediately stopped, turning around and glaring at Zishou on the steps.
"Third brother, what have you done!"
"Clean up the rebels."
Zishou answered calmly, shook his head slightly, and said indifferently: "You only know how to make plans and want to hold Feihu, but you don't know that Feihu has made preparations, and secretly repaired the tunnel from the city gate to the palace gate.
Half of the generals in your collection are mine. "
Wei Ziqi's eyes widened, and he cursed: "You, you! You count as brother!"
"I didn't want to fight internally, but you did too much, brother."
Zi Shou said: "Master Young Master takes the will of his father and gives it to Da Zai."
"Yes!"
Wen Zhongzhong agreed with an annoyance, stepped forward quickly, put a scroll of cloth in his hand into Dazai's hand, raised his hand and gently patted the back of Dazai's hand.
Dazai's breathing was a little disturbed, he opened the cloth tremblingly, and tried his best to read:
"Widows and widows know that there is not much time. If we go back, we will take Zishou as the king, and you will help us with all our strength to protect our great business.
Bury the widow by the side of the ancestor, not to be mourned. "
Wei Zhongyan whispered: "That's it?"
"that's it……"
Dazai looked down at the few handwritings on the cloth, "Indeed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is just that, and it is the king's autograph."
Wei Zhongyan's face suddenly became pale.
At this moment, the killing shouts outside the temple had stopped, a gap was opened at the palace gate, and a figure rushed in, dressed in golden armor, completely wet by rain, his face was mighty and breath was long.
It is Huang Feihu, the son of Huang Gun!
Huang Feihu directly knelt on one knee, holding a sword and reporting: "Great King! The rebels have been eliminated!"
Wei Ziqi whispered: "No, impossible! I have one hundred thousand soldiers!"
Zi Shou said: "Flying Tiger, how about the enemy tonight?"
Huang Feihu calmly said: "However, thousands of skirmishers have gathered at the gate of the palace to meet the guards inside and outside.
"No, you lie to me!"
Wei Ziqi's face was pale, and he yelled: "Come here! Come!"
It was quiet outside the palace gate, as if even the breath of the officials had been hidden.
The jingle bell rang, but the tiny Qi collapsed to the ground weakly.
Zishou stopped talking, turned around, looked up at the throne at the end of the steps, lifted the hem of his robe, and climbed up the stairs.
The pace is steady and the eyes are firm.
‘From today onwards, the glory of the ancestors will be borne by the widows.
The shortcomings of big business and the danger of raising tigers will be reformed by widows.
Eight hundred princes who were not ministers were destroyed one by one.
Those who don't pay tribute to all corners of the world, thunder sweeps.
Few people do not believe in the fate! ’
In front of the throne, Zishou suddenly turned around, the palace gate opened wide, civil servants and generals bowed their heads and quickly stepped inside. The dozen or so ministers who had been left in the palace were silent.
Not long after, Bigan was the head of the civil servants and Huang Feihu was before the generals.
Zishou raised his hands and slowly sat on the throne.
Above Chaoge City, there was golden light blooming in the purplish red aura, and then a golden blue dragon rose into the sky, quickly absorbed the great fortune of the Great Merchants, and roared silently at the Heavenly Palace.
‘Widow is destiny! ’