Chapter 2690 Even if the palace is burned, they can't let them complete the ceremony
Cheng Chubi and Li Ke were not as interested in eating, drinking, bragging and spanking as before.
With a straight face, he sat in the thatched pavilion and listened to the spy chief recounting the news he had received.
Moreover, the Jinwu Guards had already sent out a large number of soldiers and horses to strictly blockade the ancestral temple, Sheji Altar, and even Chaori Altar and Xiyue Altar.
Even if Cheng Chubi, who was now able to lift a cauldron and was the most courageous among the three armies, jumped over with a pack of explosives, he would only be shot to death by random arrows and die a heroic sacrifice.
Li Ke, His Highness the King of Wu, couldn't help but patted his gums and said angrily.
"How could they do this? Isn't it true that aristocratic families like them are the ones who care about etiquette and procedures?"
After hearing this complaint, Cheng Sanlang, who was sullen and with his eyes rolling around, shook his head helplessly and said to this wise brother who still retained some innocence.
"Haha, dear brother, those things they talk about are just for others to see, okay?"
"They found that just talking about this would harm their interests, so they naturally had to make the choice that was best for them."
Having said this, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but have a headache, rubbed his brow and uttered something.
"We are too self-righteous. It seems that we brothers really looked for an opportunity and burned down all the five altars and one temple outside the city.
They will still find ways and reasons to complete the enthronement ceremony."
Hearing this, Zhao Kun couldn't help but express his doubts.
"But aren't they afraid that the world will criticize the Ninth Prince for being unfair in his position?"
"Uncle Zhao, think about it, many scholars in the world come from aristocratic families, and they control the court and government.
By then not many people will know what they do, but the majority of people who listen to what they say will definitely make up the majority."
Li Ke walked back and forth in the thatched pavilion a little anxiously.
"Brother Chu Bi is right. Even if it is a history book, they can still make it up."
"What should we do next?" Zhao Kun pushed the bowl aside indifferently, and his eyes fell on Cheng Sanlang.
Cheng Chubi's eyes fell on the spy leader. "Have you sent any news to Chang'an?"
"Now, Your Majesty should have arrived at Maojin Ferry."
"At least His Majesty must be informed of the deeds of those rebellious officials and traitors in Luoyang City."
"As for us, I'm afraid we have to think hard about how we can find a way to ruin the enthronement ceremony within these three days."
Having said this, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
After the spy leader finished delivering the news, Xingzi swallowed his saliva and returned. He still needed to send a messenger to inform His Majesty of the bad news.
As for how to prevent the enthronement ceremony three days later, this is not a burden he can bear.
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Li Ke sat next to Cheng Sanlang worriedly, frowning and thinking hard, but he had no clue at all.
"Brother Chu Bi, what should we do? The ancestral temple is such a small building. Now that it is surrounded by heavy troops, there must be no way to destroy it."
"The situation in the other three altars will not be much better. The only way we can do now is what you mentioned before..."
After hearing this, Zhao Kun's eyelids jumped wildly. He always felt that this move was a bit too coquettish.
"Even if the palace is set on fire, we can never let that kid complete the ceremony and become the lord of the world. In that case, my father will really become a laughing stock in the history books."
These words made Zhao Kun have no choice but to nod and admit. Indeed, if His Majesty were here and received this bad news, he would probably make such a decision.
After all, we can't let the traitor ascend to the throne of emperor because of the pity for the palace's repairs, and let the Tang Dynasty suffer a fateful joke.
Seeing Li Ke become so angry and corrupt, Cheng Chubi knew very well that although this royal courtesan was usually aloof, he sincerely respected and loved his wise and mighty biological father.
At this moment, seeing that his own father was going to become a joke in three days, it would be strange if he didn't go crazy.
But the problem is that the consequences of burning down the palace will be too costly.
No matter how covert it was, if the news leaked out, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, in order to prevent the evil son from ascending the throne, ordered the most handsome man in the Duke of Lu and the royal prodigal to secretly set fire to the entire Ziwei Palace.
Of course Cheng Chubi was confident and set fire to Ziwei Palace, but the problem lies in the consequences of burning it.
...Not to mention the terrible losses caused by such a fire, Cheng Sanlang would not be happy to see a large number of casualties.
Well, who's to blame if Li Zhi gets burned too?
Putting his hands on his back and starting to walk around in circles in the thatched pavilion, Cheng Chubi began to think about what kind of means he should use to ruin this enthronement ceremony.
First of all, the first point is that this bunch of rebellious officials and traitors actually don't respect etiquette and don't even worship heaven and earth. They want to worship the altar of sacrifice and the ancestral temple directly to get rid of the matter.
So if you want to destroy it, you must expose them, or in other words, it is best to mess up the enthronement ceremony in front of hundreds of thousands of people in Luoyang City.
How to mess it up? It must be done in a very eye-catching way, and it is best to make the entire city of Luoyang a sensation...
After wandering around in this grass pavilion for a long time, Cheng Chubi looked at the boats that were plying in the Luoshui River not far away.
Looking at the wide Luoshui River, I thought of the achievements I had made for the people of Luoyang in the past few years when I was the commander of Luoyang.
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"...Brother Chu Bi, is there any other way?" After waiting for a long time, he saw Cheng Sanlang suddenly stand still. Li Ke hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"No, no, no, dear brother, please don't be impatient. Let me think about it carefully, think about it again..."
Cheng Chubi waved his hand and looked intently at the Luoshui River and the ships coming and going. Soon, Cheng Chubi's eyes suddenly lit up.
A big slap was placed on Li Ke's shoulder, with an excited expression on his face.
"There is no need to burn Ziwei Palace, and there is no need to build your ancestral temple."
Li Ke saw this brother who had never let him down, and the moment he heard him say these words, the gloom in his heart suddenly disappeared, but he twisted his neck uncomfortably.
"...Brother Chu Bi, is there something wrong with your wording?"
"Cheng Sanlang, what other solution have you thought of?"
Zhao Kun over there also came closer and stared curiously at Cheng Sanlang, whose mind was completely different from that of ordinary people.
"Hey hey hey, come on, come on, come and sit down. Let Cheng have a drink and something to eat, and then I will tell you in detail."
"..." Li Ke and Zhao Kun just watched Cheng Sanlang sitting back with a proud look on his face, eating a few bites of food and a glass of wine.
He picked up three kuaizi, placed them between the dishes, and then showed a strange smile.
"I want the entire city of Luoyang and countless people on both sides of the Luoshui River to see that the enthronement ceremony of those rebellious officials and traitors is just a joke."