Today, watching the King of Jin kowtow and lead the edict to thank him, I finally felt a little better.
The King of Jin gradually became more powerful, but after all, he was the emperor.
When the emperor is angry, he will lay down millions of corpses, which is not an empty talk.
The small punishments and big warnings given to the King of Jin also made the courtiers understand that following the King of Jin would not lead to good results.
Three months was enough for King Yan to regain a foothold in the court. As for the two princes, he had no hope at all - he heard that the two princes had defrauded others of their money in the Wan surname transaction.
No home, extremely stupid, and useless.
King Jin knelt in the Wende Hall for two hours, and for a whole day, no water came in. It was not until Wei Qiao whispered that King Jin could leave the palace, and then he slowly stood up holding Wei Qiao's hand.
My legs were so numb that every step I took felt like thousands of needles were pricking my legs.
Wei Qiao did not dare to ask King Jin if he wanted to cleanse his face, so he just let King Jin walk out with such an unkempt appearance.
It's dark outside.
The palace lanterns were lit up one by one, and the red light illuminated the huge palace. On the eaves, the kissing beast sat in the black and red sky, silently watching the figures walking in panic in the palace.
At the entrance of the palace, the palace lanterns also lighted up one after another, falling red on people. The carriage of Prince Jin's Palace has been waiting outside the gate of the palace. After Prince Jin's carriage, there are many sedan chairs that have not moved.
All the servants in the yamen have heard about the situation in the palace today. In addition, the news has spread that King Jin will not be able to leave the palace for three months. Whether they are intentional or unintentional, they are all here waiting for King Jin to leave the palace.
Huang Ting stood outside the carriage and saw King Jin leaving the palace. He immediately greeted him and then let out a low cry.
"Your Majesty!"
King Jin covered his face with his sleeves and whispered: "Don't make any noise, go back to the mansion."
When he was about to get into the carriage, Dong Tongying came out of the sedan, held the hand of his entourage, and came over: "Your Majesty."
Afterwards, the three ministers, Tai Jian, the prefect of Kyoto and others also came out of the sedan and looked at him from a distance.
Dong Tongying walked up to King Jin and was about to ask about King Jin's situation in the palace. Unexpectedly, she saw that King Jin had been covering his face with his sleeves, and he was confused: "My lord, this is it."
He pulled open King Jin's long sleeves and took a closer look. He saw that King Jin's face was covered with dirty blood. The wound was in his hair, which was not clearly visible in the red light. Just looking at the blood, he knew that the wound was not the same.
No mercy.
This matter has nothing to do with King Jin. For the affairs of the Three Divisions and the affairs of the world, King Jin is the first to bear the brunt and bear all the anger today.
He suddenly burst into tears and held Prince Jin's hand: "Your Majesty... you are tired..."
King Jin brushed Dong Tongying's hand away and said with a smile: "Master Xiang, Xiao Wang knocked himself, why is it like this?"
Dong Tongying had tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, you are serious"
"Prime Minister, be careful!" King Jin stopped him and glanced at the other people standing far away, "If you have nothing to do, don't gather at the gate of the palace. If I know that you are gathered here, you will inevitably be suspicious.
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He stepped on the horse-mounting stone and said, "I will return home first."
After saying that, he turned around and got on the carriage, leaving only Dong Tongying's old figure behind.
Dong Tongying looked at the carriage going away, bowed slightly and gave a gift to King Jin.
Everyone behind him also followed suit and bowed to watch Prince Jin's carriage leave.
The situation at the gate of the palace all fell into the eyes of King Yan. King Yan hurried to Daxiangguo Temple and met Zhang Xutang: "Li Shouming was cunning and used a cruel trick to make His Majesty's head covered with blood.
The middle minister was so coaxed that he was dizzy."
Zhang Xutang sat in the chair with an expressionless face, his eyes were red, his nose was stuffed, his mouth was open to vent, a layer of dry skin formed on his mouth, and he was holding a white cat cub in his arms.
The cat, Xiaoxiao, curled up on his lap, turned to look at King Yan, then yawned loudly, then buried its head in Zhang Xutang's lap, squinting its eyes and falling asleep.
He let go of the cat, blew his nose, and tore off a piece of dry skin from his mouth. He said in a low voice, "If it were you who got hit by this, I would be happy."
King Yan sweated under the charcoal fire. He took off his hat and crane cloak. It was still hot, and there was a slight sweat on his back. He wanted to open all the doors and windows and let the cold wind sweep through.
He tugged on his collar: "The trick has made His Majesty disgusted. What's there to be happy about?"
Zhang Xutang pinched the cat's neck and said: "The ministers defend the body and use the will of the courtiers to enshrine the holy will. If the emperor wants to appoint you as the crown prince today, the remonstrance will most likely be broken into pieces to remonstrate, and the Hanyuan may also refuse to issue an edict. Today
If you don't have the willpower of Empress Dowager Pei, it will be difficult for you to fight against the officials."
He looked at the decoration on King Yan's neck with regret: "Unfortunately, I don't have the will now. The only thing he can do is to delay the time of establishing the crown prince again and again until he dies.
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He really wanted to exchange the head of King Yan with that of King Jin.
If these two people's heads could be changed, something big would be done.
The King of Jin came to Kyoto from Tanzhou under the guise of the deep love between father and son. After learning the cause of Queen Pei's death, he understood that it would never be possible for him to be crown prince.
He immediately changed his direction and focused on his reputation instead of focusing on Jin Shang, so that if Jin Shang wanted to move him, he would have to consider the opinions of the people in the world.
Even Zhang Xutang didn't expect that he could be so calm and calm, and that he could still hold back and make decisions before taking action.
The King of Yan didn't care about the bitter plot, but when he heard that the King of Jin might use his courtiers to blackmail him, he became anxious: "Then what should we do?"
"wait."
"Then how long will it take? Let's talk about the King of Jin controlling Dingzhou. If he brings Dingzhou soldiers and horses to start an uprising, how can we resist?"
Zhang Xutang touched the cat with a lazy expression: "He can't do this. Reputation is double-edged. It hangs over our heads as well as over his."
King Yan was still restless: "But if we wait, the courtiers will still remember me, King Yan."
Zhang Xutang drank tea to moisten his throat and said in a low voice: "Didn't I give you three months now? Although I am the first one, I want to promote you now, and you will naturally gain a firm foothold in the court again."
King Yan thought that King Jin would not be able to leave the palace for three months, so he felt relieved and stood up to leave.
Zhang Xutang did not send him off.
The cold made him very painful. His throat and nose felt like they were on fire. Like a fish out of water, he had to open his mouth wide to breathe out.
The heat from the charcoal fire was like a knife, constantly going in and out of his throat. He could only keep drinking hot tea to feel better. However, if he drank too much hot tea, he had to go to the bathroom again.
Sitting in the chair indifferently and painfully, he felt that his eyes were covered with sticky tears.
After feeling uncomfortable to a certain extent, his mind stopped thinking and became empty, leaving only a clear and unfamiliar Song Huiyue.
She is in good health and nothing can break her, he thought.
After sitting in a daze for a moment, he suddenly stood up.
Xiao Wei had been standing at the door like a shadow. When he saw Zhang Xutang getting up, he quickly stood behind him respectfully.
Zhang Xutang walked to the door with the kitten in his arms and motioned for Xiao Wei to open the door. The cold wind swept in overwhelmingly and almost blew him down.
He stepped out of the threshold, still thinking about Song Huiyue.