Everyone in Jiyan Hall had this thought in their minds at the same time.
Especially Yang Rong, Jin Youzi, and eunuch Ma Yun, after Emperor Yongle's funeral in Yumuchuan, the three of them worked together to keep the funeral secret and suppressed the news of Emperor Yongle's death, and rushed to the capital to inform Prince Zhu Gaochi.
Historical records: The eunuch Ma Yunmi and the academicians Yang Rong and Jin Youzi conspired to keep the six armies outside and did not announce the mourning secretly. Instead, they melted tin into a rug to collect, and carried it with dragons and cockroaches. The meal was served day and night as usual.
Among the ministers, they were the only three who had seen the body of Emperor Yongle.
As for those who were involved in the actual operation, all of them were executed in order to keep it secret.
The whole process of Emperor Yongle's death in Yumuchuan can be briefly described as follows: Emperor Yongle passed away - Yang Rong, Jin Youzi, and Ma Yun jointly decided not to mourn, and melted the tin utensils in the army into gold to restrain Emperor Yongle. Yang Rong immediately rushed to the capital secretly to suppress the odor of the corpse, and was ordered to bury the crown prince. After Zhu Gaochi received the news of Yongle's death, he immediately ordered Zhu Zhanji to rush to Kaiping to greet the Daxing Emperor Long Chi. And took over the military power of the Northern Expedition Army - Zhu Zhanji successfully took over the military power and announced the funeral of the emperor.
Precisely because the three of them participated in the whole process and personally saw the lifeless body of Emperor Yongle, they were extremely sure that Emperor Yongle was dead, and that he was completely dead.
Not to mention Ma Yun, an eunuch who had not read much, and was trembling with fear. Even Yang Rong and Jin Youzi, two cabinet bachelors who had read sage books for decades, had their heads buzzing with shock.
Live, live?!
Not only the three of them, but also the civil and military ministers in the palace, the vassal harem, including the Han King Zhu Gaoxu and the Zhao King Zhu Gaosui, were all stunned. They were speechless for a long time. Some were stunned and speechless, and some were so frightened that their legs went weak. .
"Welcome to the appearance of Emperor Daxing, God bless the Ming Dynasty!"
At this moment, a powerful voice sounded.
I saw Yang Shiqi, the chief minister of the cabinet, bowing loudly. Yang Shiqi is Yang Shiqi. He deserves to be known as the leader of the three Yangs. His character of not panicking when faced with ghosts is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.
As soon as he said this, other people also reacted and kowtowed after him.
Regardless of whether he is a human or a ghost, there is nothing wrong with worshiping him.
"Welcome to the appearance of Emperor Daxing, God bless the Ming Dynasty!"
Everyone was kneeling on the ground, with their heads touching the ground, not daring to raise their eyes at all.
At this time, everyone was very worried. If the only one who wanted to laugh out loud was the more than 30 concubines of Emperor Yongle who were about to be buried.
Old Zhu Di walked slowly to the coffin, flicked his sleeves, put his hands on his hips, and glanced at all the kneeling people. They were all familiar faces.
There was only a three-year difference between the 19th year of Yongle and the first year of Hongxi (the 22nd year of Yongle), and the people in the court did not change much.
"Dad, you're still alive, that's great! That's great!"
The fat on Zhu Gaochi's cheeks trembled with excitement, his eyes were red, and he wiped away tears.
"grandfather."
Zhu Zhanji also had a choked voice.
However, apart from the excitement, the horror in the hearts of the two father and son was no less than that of Yang Rong and the others.
Because after Emperor Yongle's dragonfly was transported back to the imperial capital, Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji personally confirmed the body of Emperor Yongle, and only the two of them were qualified to confirm it.
Old Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji, and then his eyes fell on Zhu Gaoxu.
"Come on, second brother, tell me what you want to ask me."
The sound just came out.
thump.
Zhu Gaoxu knelt down in an instant, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.
"Lao San, do you have anything to ask me?"
Then, Old Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Gaosui out of the corner of his eye.
As soon as his legs went weak, Zhu Gaosui immediately collapsed and knelt down, holding his hands on the ground. He was afraid that he would just lie down.
Zhu Gaojiu and Zhu Gaosui glanced at each other furtively.
'How is the old man alive?'
'I don't know!'
‘Could he be pretending to be dead on purpose to deceive us two brothers? Is this still our biological father?!’
'I don't know!'
'What do you know?'
'I don't know!'
‘#￥%￥&#!’
"Dad, just be okay, just be okay."
Zhu Gaochi on the side wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.
"Is it better to be real or fake?"
"If I want to live, you can't be the emperor."
Old Zhu Di tilted his head and stared at Zhu Gaochi.
But Zhu Gaochi didn't care at all. When he met Old Zhu Di's eyes, his tone was full of sincerity.
"As long as you, my father, are safe, I would rather be the prince for the rest of my life."
Old Zhu Di stared at Zhu Gaochi for a long time, sighed, raised his hand and patted him.
"Good son, good son."
Then, he turned around and glanced at the ministers' houses in the palace, and his eyes fell on a goatee in front of the ministers.
"Yang Shiqi."
Yang Shiqi, who was kneeling, immediately shouted loudly.
"I'm here."
"You draft a posthumous edict for me. The Crown Prince is kind and courteous. He should obey the heavens and the people, inherit my rule, and become the emperor."
Hearing this, Yang Shiqi's body trembled, and the decibel level of his voice instantly increased by several levels.
"My dear, Yang Shiqi, I sincerely obey the imperial edict of Emperor Daxing!"
Old Zhu Di's words completely set the tone for this farce. No one in the world dared to question Zhu Gaochi's succession to the throne.
The kneeling Zhu Gaoxu's eyes were dim, full of hatred, and his fists were almost crushed.
"I am loved by the immortals and can visit my soul in person. This is God's favor for the Ming Dynasty. From now on, you must do your best to assist the new king. If anyone dares to speak nonsense again, they will be accused of treason and the world will punish them.
."
This has been said very clearly.
If anyone dares to cause trouble again, he will be killed directly, and his own son is no exception.
Lao Zhu Di would never allow the country to be shaken in any way, let alone allow another crisis in the Ming Dynasty.
"I am of no use to the people, and I must be frugal in future affairs. The vassal kings from various places do not need to go to the capital, and the envoys and officials do not need to leave their jurisdictions. There is no need to send officials or send letters of condolences via post. All necessary etiquette is required.
Keep everything simple.”
"I obey the order!"
Everyone kowtowed in unison.
"Add one more, and he will be deposed and buried."
A not very harmonious sound sounded at this time.
The group of ministers and clan members in Jiyan Hall, including Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Gaoxu who was heartbroken, and Zhu Gaosui who didn't know anything, all suddenly discovered the existence of another person.
Previously, because Old Zhu Di's appearance was so shocking, everyone's attention was entirely focused on Emperor Yongle, and no one noticed that there was another man in strange clothes standing next to Old Zhu Di.