Chapter 23 The Prince Regent who seized power is ruthless than Dad 23
Chapter 23 The regent’s father is ruthless when he seizes power 23
Facing the prince's intentional or unintentional attacks, Fuchen could only pretend not to know. He walked forward and sat obediently on the table without saying anything.
The prince glanced at the peach-like little cute person, his eyes wandered, and his thoughts were wandering to nowhere, "Your father estimates that he will arrive in the city in two days, and he said he will bring an army of five thousand."
Catching bandits along the way and absorbing many bandits. The team continues to grow.
"There are people spontaneously singing and dancing outside the capital city to welcome the regent." The prince paused, his eyes were nowhere to be seen, he hummed, and smiled sadly, "Everyone in the world knows about the regent? Who knows about me, the prince?"
His eyes were suddenly fierce, and he was excited. He raised his arms and shouted, "I am the one who obeys the laws of nature! I am the one who should be welcomed by the people for generations to come!"
Staring at the table with a motionless face, like the floating dust of a puppet, this child is very similar to the person he hates most, and is also somewhat similar to himself. The prince leaned over, grinning, and his gaze was like a ghost, which made people laugh.
People are unwell.
"Everyone says he will rebel, and everyone expects him to rebel. How do you think I feel?"
Fuchen had an expressionless face and was making a doll.
The prince's face was almost squeezed.
Follow the shadow and take a step forward, ready to protect you at any time.
Prince: "Tell me, are you worth the soldiers and horses in his hands?"
The regent returned to the capital with five thousand soldiers and horses. Everyone said that he must be rebelling this time.
After all, at this point in time, it was time for the prince to ascend the throne in accordance with the imperial edict.
During this sensitive period, the regent brought a large number of soldiers and horses, which made people think twice.
Inside and outside the capital, there were 10,000 troops belonging to the regent in the two military camps outside the city alone. How many troops were hidden inside was unknown to outsiders.
In the palace, there were two thousand imperial guards, one thousand soldiers at each of the four palace gates, six thousand sergeants, the prince and queen, the queen mother, the regent, and all three parties involved.
The prince's empty fist is hard to defeat with four hands.
The prince straightened up, still staring at Fuchen, "I am going to use you as a blackmail. What do you think I should use as a token?" He discussed in a calm tone, "A finger? Or an ear?"
It was quiet in the side room, with sunlight breaking in and peeking into the darkness.
Fuchen felt depressed, but the moment had finally arrived.
Her face was expressionless, and she took out a ring from her body. The ring was round, soft with jade fat, and as green as a new bud, with the word "Qian" engraved on both sides.
This is a personal ring specially made for her by the Prince Regent. It is as beautiful as seeing a beautiful woman.
Fuchen handed over the ring.
The prince took it and saw the word "Qian" and knew that it was a symbol of status.
"He is willing to part with the mutton-fat jade." The prince handed over the jade. The attendant took it from his hand and left.
He probably wanted to rush to the regent to bring the news that "Princess Qianqian was imprisoned and exchanged military power for people."
The matter was done. The prince sat down and stared at his niece who could only blink in front of the table with a hint of sadness. "Don't worry, as long as your father agrees, I will not do anything to you. The honor you have now, I will not do anything to you."
I'll give it to you like a palace."
There are also rumors that this child is his child.
There are many things about daughters taking portraits of their uncles.
A princess cannot command hundreds of armies, but he is willing to give preferential treatment after gaining exclusive position.
Fuchen looked at the prince with puzzled eyes.
The prince didn't know if he had no one to talk to, so he actually told the secret to a six-year-old child.
"I have negotiated with Beijiang State."
Fuchen's eyes widened instantly.
Collaboration and treason?!
The prince's tone was calm, as if he were homely. "Beijiang's retreat was faked. In fact, three thousand soldiers and horses disguised themselves as merchants, entered from Yongzhou, and rushed to Chengzhou."
Yongzhou is in the northeast corner.
The regent led his troops to fight to the death against the thieves in the north, but the prince introduced werewolves?
Fuchen stared at the prince dumbfounded.
The prince was still saying, "As long as we seize the regent's military power and lead him to Chengzhou, my five thousand private soldiers and three thousand Beijiang soldiers will kill the regent there."
"It's done, they won't attack. Go back to Beijiang."
Fuchen couldn't help but put forward the key point, "It is impossible for a wolf to join the flock of sheep without grabbing the meat in its mouth."
The prince's eyes were calm, as calm as the surface of a river, hiding the sand, "Just pay tribute every year."
The words hit my mind like a golden hammer.
"How many?"
"Ten thousand taels of silver, a thousand catties of silk and tea," said the prince.
Fuchen was stunned and looked at the prince in disbelief.
Thirty thousand taels of silver, and five thousand jins of silk and tea. In exchange, each citizen would get one tael of tax, half a piece of cloth, or half a jin of tea every year.
Equivalent to two months of rations!
The current tax is only one month's ration.
Doing this means going hungry for three months a year and having nothing to eat.
This is heavy tax!
"Is this what you want?" Fuchen was puzzled.
Why is such a person recognized by heaven in this world?
The prince sneered, "Ten thousand taels of silver, thousands of catties of silk and tea, in exchange for an emperor, what a deal it is?"
Fuchen hit the nail on the head, "You are just a puppet."
"I could have been a good emperor!" The prince suddenly roared! He slapped his palm on the table, causing a loud noise.
Fuchen looked at him without any surprise.
The prince looked ferocious and pointed to the door, "He didn't give me a chance!"
"I was supposed to be the emperor!"
"He could have been the regent, just the regent. He could have helped me grow."
"I could have been famous all over the world for eternity! Instead of being suppressed by him!"
The prince danced with excitement, pointing to the sky and the earth, "The country belongs to me, I can do whatever I want!"
Fuchen's eyes were calm, and he spoke for the regent in his heart: Because he can become famous all over the world by himself.
Fuchen looked at the prince with disdain in his eyes: You want to do nothing and take credit from others, but then you are afraid that he will be too strong and suppress you. How disgusting!
Kill the general who protects the country and send heavy gifts to the enemy country, automatically reducing it to a weak country.
Just to become emperor for myself.
The emperor of a weak country who was always suppressed and subjected to heavy corvee.
joke.
Fuchen couldn't help but think: What would he do if he were the regent? Knowing that he was inferior to others, would he sign such a treaty that would be humiliating and humiliating to the country?
Would you rather kill your country's strong generals and let the whole country bury you with him for your own selfish gain?
No. The voice in her heart told her.
Fuchen was very sure that the regent would not do this.
This is why the regent suppressed the prince and refused to let him become emperor.
He knew that the prince only knew these methods and could not get on the stage.
Fuchen looked up to the sky and mourned for the regent: Why is he a villain?
Is a so-called empty "inheritance" and "orthodoxy" really so important?
The regent has popular support and power, but ministers dare not impeach him. Isn't it enough?
No.
He could have become emperor. No one could stop him.
Fuchen took a deep breath and his eyes were firm. Thinking of the way of heaven in this world, he felt partial. Why would you want such a thing?
The regent should be the emperor!
Fuchen smiled, stared at the prince, and spoke cheerfully every word. "You will probably be disappointed. He will give me the best mausoleum, but he will never give up for me."
Tears flow down the line.
The sadness in my heart is unbearable.
There are thousands of troops and no personal grudges.
Fuchen guessed that the regent's 5,000 private soldiers were part of her 3,000 troops. In fact, all of these troops and horses were attributed to her.
The ring pendant she gave was equivalent to a tiger talisman for mobilizing military power.
Hot tears flowed down his face. Fuchen smiled: The return date has been decided.
The prince looked at her with probing and thoughtful eyes, but said nothing.
