It was a cool night in late autumn, and the Prince Ji's palace was full of gloom. Zhu Ruodeng summoned a group of confidants to discuss matters.
There are a lot of talents! The literary ones include Chen Bangyan, Lu Shiyi, Xiao Qi, Zhang Cheng, Chen Shou, Sheng Jing, Jiang Shishao, Hu Jing, Mai Erxuan, Ou Huaihao; the military talents include Yang Fuchen, Ma Bao, Chen Youlong, Chen Biao, Zhang Mingxiang, Zhebu, Ombu, Tuba, Vasilev.
There are also three new faces, and at first glance they look like men with strong muscles and strong bones.
"Your Highness, these are my old troops Liang Xinzhuo, He Shixiong, and Mo Tinglan. Following my orders, they each sneaked to the capital from Mongolia with a thousand soldiers, and lurked in the manor outside the city with General Zhebu." Chen Bangyan was a little proud. Although he had been transferred to Beijing and no longer served as the governor-general of Mongolia, he was still able to mobilize part of the Mongolian garrison, which showed his hegemony in governing Mongolia.
"Okay! Mr. Chen Ge has made another great contribution!"
To do a big thing, you can't do it without a small number of soldiers. Suddenly, there were three thousand more soldiers and horses. Zhu Ruodeng was full of praise for Chen Bangyan and said: "Elder Pavilion, please tell me about the situation when you went to see your father."< /p>
Chen Bangyan nodded, "When I entered the Qianqing Palace, there were all the soldiers and horses outside the palace as guards of the East Palace. The Holy Lord had been controlled by the prince. When I greeted him, he had fainted and had no response. Judging from the situation, the Holy Lord's big move might be within a few days. ".
"What!"
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that the emperor was so ill!
"Your Highness, the East Palace is taking over military power in various places. Once it succeeds, the situation will be over! Please strike first to gain strength," Chen Bangyan shouted.
"Yes, Your Highness, the prince has just taken charge of the country, so he would not have expected us to take action at this time," Ma Bao yelled.
"Your Highness, the prince's confidants Bai Wenxuan and Zhao Yinxuan are trying every means to take over the defense of the capital. If we don't take action, if they succeed, we will be in danger!" Chen Shou also agreed to take action immediately.
Seeing that the majority of people were in favor of taking action, Zhu Ruodeng was about to order a fight to the death. Suddenly, he heard Lu Shiyi say: "The Holy One is still here, so if we take action now, does His Highness want to rebel?"
Zhu Ruodeng was stunned. Indeed, although his father was seriously ill and unable to govern, the nominal emperor of the Ming Dynasty was still his father. To act at this time would be to betray his father with his son, which is treason!
"Master Lu, do you mean to wait a hundred years before taking action against your father?"
"Exactly, then the prince can launch it in the name of killing the king!"
When everyone heard this, they gasped. Mr. Lu was so cruel that he slapped the opponent with such a big label all at once. As for whether it was true or not, no one cared. Every word the winner said was the truth!
"But how do we know the day when the Holy Spirit will make a great move? If we delay the opportunity, wouldn't we be passive?" Chen Bangyan asked.
"We should try our best to get in touch with the imperial concubine in the palace and try to find out the news about Qianqing Palace; in addition, we should mobilize the troops outside the city into the imperial city as soon as possible," Lu Shiyi replied.
Zhu Ruodeng said with a heavy face: "A while ago, the mother and concubine sent a letter saying that the perimeter of the Qianqing Palace was full of soldiers, and no one could get close to it. Moreover, the palace was strictly forbidden for a while, and there was no news about the mother and concubine; as for the transfer, The troops entered the imperial city. There was Chen Youlong's Longhu Town in the outer city and Ma Bao's Huben Town in the capital. It was not difficult to enter. However, the guards of the imperial city had been captured by the prince's confidants Yan Xiaoyong and He Jiuyi. Gu Gu privately contacted Hu Maozhen and Chen Qice, unexpectedly, these two people did not miss their old friendship and refused to stand on Gu's side. How difficult!"
Lu Shiyi smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. The Imperial Concubine has been in the palace for many years and she will definitely be able to find a way to contact you. As for Hu Maozhen and Chen Qice, although they have fought against the Rakshasa people with you, they have always only listened to the Holy One." It is human nature to not take risks because of your high authority. However, many of their subordinates have followed you in the crusade against Rakshasa. I have recruited Xu Biao, a guerrilla from the right camp of Yulin Town under Hu Maozhen, for you. This is People will take turns guarding Xi'an Gate on November 3rd, and can take advantage of that night to send troops into the city."
"Oh, it turns out that Master Lu already has a plan in mind," Zhu Ruodeng laughed, "I will follow Master Lu's plan."
On the night of November 3rd, with a dark wind blowing, groups of heavily armed soldiers sneaked into the outer city, the capital city and the imperial city, and lurked in the military camp of Prince Ji's Mansion.
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Bei'anmen of the Imperial City is home to the Palace of Prince Ji of the Ming Dynasty. To the east of the Palace, where the barracks begin, are the three battalions of elite soldiers commanded by King Ji.
In the street in front of the camp gate, an apricot-yellow wine flag with the words "Yanyu Tower" written on it was flying in the wind.
The three-story wooden building looms in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. It really deserves the word "Misty Rain Tower". Near Bei'anmen, this restaurant is also a rare place to climb. Literati often drink here and write poems about the misty rain.< /p>
A small green sedan chair stopped in front of Yanyu Tower at dawn, and an elderly scribe in Tsing Yi, about fifty years old, got out.
Yanyulou is a time-honored restaurant that has both a morning market and a night market. The morning market opens at 2:00 a.m. (four o'clock in the morning), and the night market. Emperor Guangwu is a time traveler, and the economy is the most important. The curfew has already been relaxed. How long do you want to open? What time does it open until what time?
In the foggy early morning, an old scholar gently waved his folding fan and walked slowly towards the restaurant with a servant, shaking it three times at a time.
"Sir, you are here. Please come upstairs quickly. Or do you want the brightest private room on the third floor?" Upon seeing this person, the waiter was so happy that his face wrinkled and he asked with a smile. Obviously, that person is A regular customer of the restaurant.
"Yeah," the old scribe snorted arrogantly, and went straight up the stairs without looking at the waiter.
"Then, prepare a good breakfast and a pot of good tea for my master." The servant threw a piece of silver.
The waiter picked it up and found that it was worth two ounces. He couldn't help but smile happily and said, "Okay, please wait and see. I'll be here soon with breakfast and tea."
Seeing the master and his servants climbing up to enjoy the misty rain, the waiter secretly muttered to himself that these sour writers like the hazy tone of the misty rain. In the past month or so, this old gentleman got up early every day to enjoy the scenery and have breakfast. He was afraid that he would spend too much time.
Sixty or seventy taels? It can be seen that this scholar cannot have money. Once he has money, he will be pretentious and spend it randomly!
The old scribe in Tsing Yi walked into the brightest private room on the third floor and sat down. The servant opened the window and a ray of morning sun came in. It was indeed bright.
The old scribe didn't say anything. He took a sip of tea and looked out the window. He was not admiring the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but observing the smoke in the military camp opposite the misty rain building. This old man was none other than the backbone of the princelings, Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.
Guo Fengqian.
When the current situation is delicate, the most important thing is the army. Guo Fengqian's home is close to Prince Ji's palace, so he volunteers to come here early every morning to inspect the military situation.
"One wisp, two wisps, three wisps??"
Guo Fengqian counted the smoke from the kitchen and suddenly changed her color, "No, how come the amount of smoke from the kitchen has more than doubled today?"
Count again, it’s still the same.
He ignored the tea and hurried downstairs with his servant, and met the waiter who was carrying breakfast upstairs.
"Sir, are you leaving so soon? Why don't you try the pastries from the shop?" The waiter smiled charmingly.
Guo Feng ignored him and walked to the sedan, "Quick, get up and go to the first assistant's house."
Arriving at Guan Shou Zhen's house, Guan Shou Zhen had just finished washing. When he saw it was him, he smiled and said, "Ji Lin, why are you here?"
"Chief Assistant, something big has happened. Today, the amount of smoke in King Ji's camp has more than doubled," Guo Fengqian said with a solemn expression.
The gatekeeper was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Are you saying that King Ji secretly mobilized troops and horses from outside the city to enter the city?"
This chapter has been completed!