Zhou Chunxin's physical condition was really not very good. Even though the maid served him so carefully, he still looked pale and dripping with sweat.
This is a kind of sickly whiteness that would never appear on him normally. The aura of this person has always been strong and cold.
In Wenzhou, when Zhou Chunxin is mentioned, words such as "Weisen", "cold" and "domineering" will flash in the minds of people who know him and those who don't know him.
At this time, Zhou Chunxin, who was weak and frail, seemed to have verified the old saying - heroes are always late.
No matter if you were famous, old or injured in the past, I would not have pity on you at all. Zhou Chunxin still has a sense of sharpness in his body now, but it has added a sense of desolation.
He had just suffered a huge defeat, which had devastated him. He was injured and sick again, and could not even stand up. He could only reluctantly be carried outside to the sun every afternoon in the afternoon for a little breeze. Eliminate Yin Qi.
Zhou Chunxin half-squinted his eyes and his breath was a little unsteady. This feeling became worse day by day since he fell down this time.
In a daze, he had a feeling that maybe he really couldn't survive this time.
Will he die?
He sighed in his heart. Although he refused to admit it, his body getting weaker day by day kept reminding him of this fact.
The faint body fragrance of the young maid next to him penetrated his nose with the breeze, but his heart really felt like he was getting older, without any waves at all.
"Time, luck, fate..." He repeated this sentence again, thinking of his benefactor a few years ago and King Qi in the palace.
He had read this sentence many times in books, and used it to mock enemies who had been defeated by him. But now, it was time to give it to himself.
"Go and call the eldest son over..." He suddenly had something to say to his eldest son, opened his mouth, and continued with the order.
"Sir, what did you say?" But his voice was so low that the maid next to him couldn't hear him clearly for a moment, so she bent down slightly and asked him respectfully.
"Go and call... the eldest son to come here." Zhou Chunxin breathed for a while and spoke again. This time the voice was louder, and several people around him heard it.
"No, I will go and call the eldest master right now." The maid who had just asked the question softly responded and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.
After hearing Zhou Chunxin's instructions, the other maids showed worried looks on their faces.
The Lord's situation seems to be getting worse and worse. Is this Wenzhou really going to change?
Several maids looked at each other, one of them quietly took a few steps back, turned around and left without Zhou Chunxin noticing, and walked out through the side door.
"What did you say? My father called my eldest brother to see him?" In the other courtyard, Zhou Chunxin's third son and legitimate son Zhou Jinwen frowned and walked back and forth in the room feeling a little depressed.
The maid stood aside quietly, without saying a word, looking at him cautiously and with a hint of admiration. Zhou Jinwen was handsome and charming, and treated people with a gentle and amiable attitude. Zhou Jinwen felt as if he was taking a breath of spring breeze. He quickly regained his composure. He turned around and said to the maid: "Go back. If you let father know that you are here, it will definitely bring you trouble. I know how loyal you are to me. When you go back, tell them that if one day I gain power, I will not treat you badly."
"I will bring the Third Young Master's words to the sisters... I will go back now. The Third Young Master has already made preparations." Her eyes were full of love and affection.
"Come out." Zhou Jinwen said to the back room after the person had gone away.
"Haha, I can't believe that you, Third Young Master, have even inspired the people around the commander-in-chief." A scribe slowly walked out of the back room, with a hint of ridicule on his handsome face.
A hint of disdain suddenly appeared on Zhou Jinwen's handsome face: "They are just a few sparrows who want to fly up the branches and become phoenixes. They are not worth mentioning."
"Third Young Master, judging from the Marshal's current physical condition, you should have made some preparations early. Don't regret it when the time comes..." The scribe put away the teasing smile on his face, thinking about the news he had heard before, and reminded him carefully.
Said.
Zhou Jinwen's face turned cold and cold. He turned around and said to the counselor who had taken refuge in him this year and whom he valued very much: "Allow me to think about this matter carefully..."
At this time, Zhou Jinwen was still hesitating in his heart. The scribe felt cold in his heart, nodded and said: "Third Young Master... I obey."
While they were talking, the eldest son Zhou Yiwen was called to Zhou Chunxin's yard.
"You guys go down first." Panting, Zhou Chunxin waved his hand and ordered the maid beside him to step back.
Several people quietly said "Promise" and retreated.
"Yi Wen, my father called you here this time because he has something to tell you." At Zhou Chunxin's signal, Zhou Yiwen started to lift his body up. Zhou Chunxin reluctantly sat up and said in a deep voice: "My father.
Your health is getting worse day by day, and the future burden of Wenzhou will fall on you, so you don't have to refuse."
Stopping what the eldest son was about to say, Zhou Chunxin continued: "My father knows that if you go up now, you will have a lot of difficulties. But if it were someone else, the situation would be even worse." He has the same 'problem' as Tian Sheng, and he is only in his forties now.
Zhou Chunxin's eldest son is just twenty-three years old. His legitimate son Zhou Jinwen is not weak yet.
"Your two uncles are both veterans of your father's service. With their assistance, Wenzhou can be stabilized in a short time. Don't fight with the Han army anymore. Hold the city and defend it. It's better to keep Wenzhou. As for that,
The rest will be discussed later. If you can achieve something, it will not be too late to avenge your father."
"Father, your health will definitely get better. How can Wenzhou leave you?" Zhou Yiwen saw that his father's breath was weak. Because he had never seen such a weak father, Zhou Yiwen was panicked for a moment and couldn't help but said comfortingly.
With.
"My father's body, my father knows..." However, what kind of person is Zhou Chunxin, how can he not feel that his body is getting worse day by day? Regarding the eldest son's words, he just smiled slightly with relief.
"Okay, the succession order has been written in my father's hand. It's right here. You should keep it." Zhou Chunxin took something out of his arms and handed it to the eldest son. Zhou Chunxin carefully warned: "This matter concerns me, Zhou."
The family is in danger. The Han army must not act willfully. There is nothing more to say at this point. You can go down. I am a little tired as a father and need to rest."
"Father, please rest assured that your son will work hard to preserve Wenzhou and preserve the foundation of my Zhou family. Please rest in peace and recover soon." After taking the cloth, Zhou Yiwen's eyes were slightly red. After bowing to his father, he stepped back.
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After the eldest son stepped back, Zhou Chunxin closed his eyes, feeling his heart relax and his eyelids becoming heavy.
"I...I'm afraid that I really can't survive..." Zhou Chunxin's mind quickly flashed through what he had experienced in his life.
One by one they flashed by quickly, finally stopping at the previous battle.
On the battlefield, the general of the Han army was majestic. He was young and strong, looking at himself with a smile on his lips. Although they were far apart, it seemed as if they were the only two on the battlefield.
There was a condescending look on this majestic face.
Who is he? How dare he look down on himself!
He has been in the army for decades and runs Wenzhou. He supports the royal family with the power of one state——
Not willing to accept it, not willing to accept it, really unwilling to accept it...
The palms of my hands were clenched tightly, loosened, and clenched again. Then they were loosened again, until they fell to the edge of the bed...
That night, the governor of Wenyang County, Zhou Chunxin, died.
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"Is Zhou Chunxin dead? His eldest son Zhou Yiwen wrote to Zibo to seek the position of governor?"
"What happened? Is Zhou Jinwen a waste? As the legitimate son, he has the most support. Why do you still watch Zhou Chunxin die and his concubine brother succeed to the throne?"
"It's time to remain clear-headed and understand the principle of brothers fighting against each other and rejecting foreign aggression."
Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhou Jinwen still had brains, unlike many people who did not have any bottom line in the face of power.
"Commander. Should our army go south to Zibo, or continue to attack Wenzhou?"
"Of course we will continue to attack Wenzhou!" He came to Qi State not just to suppress the rebellion, Zhu Biao's eyes flashed. For forces like the Zhou family in Wenzhou to stay behind, sooner or later it would be a disaster.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you——
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On the second day of April, Zhou Chunxin's eldest son Zhou Yiwen held a succession ceremony in Wenyang County.
With the sound of fine music, seventy-two guards adhered to the guard of honor and were led to the main hall of the Governor's Mansion. In front of the big stone steps, sixty-four guards remained, and only eight of them guarded Zhou Yiwen as he climbed the steps.
The ceremony went smoothly. Among the crowd, Zhou Jinwen stood there respectfully, with his head lowered and his eyes lowered, making it impossible to see anything wrong.
Some people were originally worried that the handsome man's legitimate son would cause some trouble at the ceremony, but they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Please take your seat and receive the silver seal and yellow book." The ceremonial officer in charge of this ceremony said according to the rules.
Zhou Yiwen had a dull face. Surrounded by the support of his attendants, he wore a brand-new official robe of the governor, walked up the steps, and was about to take a seat in the main seat.
"Master, please stop!" At this moment, an official from the crowd below suddenly stood up and said.
After hearing this, everyone present looked at him. After seeing who it was, they all sighed inwardly when they knew what was going on. The fight between brothers for power that they thought would never happen, happened anyway.
Stepping out of the queue, this official with a serious expression was the confidant of the Third Young Master.
The ceremonial officer inspected with a cold eye, his face darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Master Huang, you have exceeded the rules. How can you, a little provincial governor, be allowed to be so arrogant in such a grand ceremony?"
When he said this, the ceremonial officer glanced at a corner of the front row of the crowd below, and found Mr. Shan looking at him expressionlessly, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
The ceremony officer cannot be said to belong to the eldest son's faction, but he still supports the eldest son. After all, Zhou Yiwen has Zhou Chunxin's personal document, and if this ceremony is destroyed, Wenzhou will immediately fall into internal strife and disputes, which will bring trouble to the already troubled country.
The Zhou regime in Wenzhou has brought more crises, so it must continue.
This is also the consensus of many people.
"Lord Song, I have misunderstood. I have no other intention. I just feel that today's ceremony is a bit inconsistent with the law. Even if you are going to be punished, you still have to raise doubts." When the official named Huang heard the scolding, he was not afraid at all and just pushed back.
He looked upright and solemn.
"Haha..." The ceremony is official. Such a dirty purpose is crowned with such an upright appearance!
"Insolent! What do you think of the ceremony? Someone send Mr. Huang out!" Seeing everyone watching the farce in silence, the ceremony officer felt cold. Most of the officials attending the ceremony were neutral. Zhou Chunxin's age
They are not old yet. They are in good health, and the young masters have not reached the stage of trying to get a big position. Neither Zhou Yiwen nor Zhou Jinwen has a strong connection with the officials. The middle force among the officials still has an absolute advantage!
At this time, no one would take the risk to stop him. Even he, because of his position as the ceremonial officer, had to step forward.
"Master Song, please wait..."
At this time, two voices sounded at the same time.
The ceremonial officer glanced at the third young master, Zhou Jinwen, who was walking out of the crowd, and then turned to look at the eldest young master, Zhou Yiwen, who also stopped him.
I was somewhat surprised. It was normal for the former to come forward. The latter...shouldn't he just want to silence the man named Huang? But he was the eldest son who wanted to assist, so he still had to listen to his words.
The ceremonial officer had no choice but to remain silent, take a few steps back, and wait for the two of them to speak.
"If you have anything to say, just say it, Xiu has wasted too much time. Today's ceremony, if you delay the auspicious time, it would be too bad!" Zhou Yiwen stared at Zhou Jinwen in front of him and looked at the official surnamed Huang.
, said with confidence and contempt.
"Brother is right, Mr. Huang, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly." Zhou Jinwen achieved his goal and immediately spoke.
The two brothers seemed to have a tacit understanding. However, due to their different circumstances, the relationship between the two was actually very cold. The outside world had long heard about this, and when they saw such a scene, everyone knew what was going on.
His face was expressionless. He was just afraid that there would be some kind of rebellion in the end and he would be implicated.
At this time, the official surnamed Huang cleared his throat and said loudly: "My eldest son, I am not dissatisfied with you, I am just discussing the matter. If there is any offense next, please forgive me."
Zhou Yiwen looked at him coldly and motioned for him to continue speaking.
"I have three questions about the eldest son taking over the position of commander-in-chief. First, I heard that before the commander-in-chief passed away, he only summoned you, the eldest son. Is this true?"
"Of course it's true."
"Secondly, although the eldest son has the commander-in-chief's decree in his hand, the commander-in-chief has been bedridden in recent times. It is not impossible that this seal has been stolen..."
"How presumptuous! Are you suspecting that the edict in the hands of the eldest master is fake?" someone next to him scolded.
"Xia Guan has already said that this is just Xi Guan's doubt. But there is one more thing. According to our Wenzhou custom, when the father dies, the son must pay filial piety for five or seven days before he can take over the throne. I don't know why the eldest son wants to succeed in such a hurry.
Position?" At this point, the man said seriously: "Since I am loyal to the commander-in-chief on such a major matter, I must make it clear and there must be no confusion."
"Third brother, is this what you want to know?" Unfortunately, the official's expression was wrong. Zhou Yiwen pointed straight to the core, smiled coldly, not looking at the man, only looking at Zhou Jinwen not far away.
In front of everyone, Zhou Jinwen bowed respectfully to his brother, and then said calmly: "Brother, I believe you, but this matter is related to the safety of Wenzhou and the temple of my Zhou family.
Please provide an explanation."
"Haha..." For some reason, Zhou Yiwen suddenly raised his head and laughed miserably: "Third brother, in this case, the only thing I can do is ask my father for his other wishes."
How many other testaments?
Zhou Jinwen's heart suddenly tightened, as if being grasped by a big hand. There was a sudden feeling in his heart, and a feeling of uneasiness came from his heart.
Why did the information obtained reveal that my father only left a suicide note to his eldest brother before his death... Could it be that his father deliberately left it as a tactic?
Thinking of what his father had done in his life, Zhou Jinwen broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
At this time, at Zhou Yiwen's signal, several people walked out of the official team.
Seeing them, Zhou Jinwen's pupils shrank sharply.
The people who came out were not Zhou Yiwen's two uncles as he had thought before, but the confidants and important ministers who were usually highly valued around Zhou Chunxin.
Did their father really leave a will in their hands?
In fact, even if there is no decree, as soon as these important ministers step forward, the overall situation has been decided.
Miscalculation, this time, really miscalculation.
"I have seen the envoy." Facing the new master, several veterans and senior officials all bowed greatly, and their attitudes were clearly revealed in this salute. Then one person stood up and spoke to everyone present.
"Now that the matter has reached this point, Wang Shao would like to explain here that Marshal Lai trusted him and secretly spoke to the five of me before his death to grant today's affairs. In the hands of the four of me, each has a copy of the will written by the Marshal during his lifetime.
If you don’t believe it, you can come and check it out to see if the four wills are true and whether they were written by the commander himself. Whether they name the eldest son as the heir, and state that the eldest son must inherit the position of governor within three days after his death without delay.
At that time, Wenzhou was shaken and the Han army gained. The new owner, Zhou Jinwen, the third son of Marshal Feng, was ordered to go to Zibo..."
"Appointment? This is impossible. I am the legitimate son. I don't believe it..." Zhou Jinwen, who had always been modest and polite, burst into tears after hearing the appointment, his eyes almost bursting out, his handsome face
All twisted.
Obviously he is his father's best son, why does his father only care about this eldest brother?
Not willing to give in! Zhou Jinwen is not willing to give in!
Wang Shao sneered, "Come here, pull this yellow thief down."
Two guards of the Governor's Office suddenly came up. Without saying a word, they first took off the official hat and official robe of the official named Huang, and then pulled it down. The official named Huang was shocked and said: "Spare your life, Third Young Master, help me."
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But Zhou Jinwen's words were of no use at all. After he was pulled out for a moment, a shrill scream reached everyone's ears, and the shouting suddenly stopped. The entire hall was silent, and Zhou Jinwen's face turned pale!
When he learned about this, Zhu Biao had already led his troops to Gaotang County. This was an important town in Wenzhou, and its status was no weaker than that of Wenyang County, which was governed by Wenzhou.
"Commander, my subordinates just got the news that Zhou Yiwen has taken over. Old Zhou Jinwen tried hard but failed miserably." Seeing Zhu Biao, Dou Bing reported the news.
"When did it happen?"
"Yesterday morning, Zhou Jinwen has completely lost power!"
Zhu Biao looked at the information again and again, and the corners of his mouth curled up. This was a good thing for him. Wenzhou changed its new owner. Although it did not disturb people's hearts, it was definitely shocked. "Feng Shi——"
