Jiang Wenfeng never expected that his teacher would be so courageous.
At first glance, this secret edict seems fine and completely complies with regulations.
But if you take a closer look, you'll see a big problem.
The handwriting on it belongs to Prime Minister Lu Qian!
Why is there a problem if the handwriting is Lu Qian's? Because if Prime Minister Lu knew that this secret edict was there, he would never be able to hold on to it.
Therefore, Prime Minister Lu must have never written this secret edict.
Since it has not been written, it is forged.
No wonder he wasn't allowed to salute before.
Fu Jin was chewing peanuts and said, "Just now, I went to see Prime Minister Lu."
"..." Jiang Wenfeng just imagined that situation and wanted to kill the man in front of him for Lu Qian.
This is more shameless than a threat.
Just imagine, how did Prime Minister Lu feel when he opened the secret edict and saw his own handwriting?
The most hateful thing is that he still has to swallow this breath.
If you can forge one copy, you can forge a second copy.
Even though this secret edict is not completely flawless, and the seal on it can be scrutinized for authenticity, but what is the use of finding out after the fact? As long as the people of the world believe so, the truth is not important.
"The old prime minister promised you?"
Fu Jin smiled and nodded: "He has entered the palace."
"...It seems like it's almost certain."
Jiang Wenfeng knew this person's abilities well. If the emperor still had an official he trusted in the court, it would probably be Prime Minister Lu.
He just wanted to shed tears of sympathy for Prime Minister Lu: "Is the old Prime Minister getting on the ship?"
"Yes!" Fu Jin was very happy, "After helping him this time, it will not be so easy for him to jump out again."
"..."
"What kind of expression are you looking at?" Fu Jin said dissatisfied, "I did this, but it made him happy!"
Jiang Wenfeng disagreed. Mr. Lu was so good, what could he accomplish? He was already over seventy years old. He had assisted two emperors and was deeply trusted. When the prince ascended the throne, it was almost time for him to retire. Even if he did nothing.
If you do it, you will be prosperous when the time comes, so why jump into the mud?
"Don't you believe it?" Fu Jin said earnestly while peeling peanut shells, "Let me tell you, our old prime minister was saved by the eldest princess in his early years, and was recommended by Prince Sihuai before he embarked on an official career. He is such a person.
He is a gentleman, and he felt uncomfortable watching Prince Sihuai lose his heir. I came to his door several times to plead, which deepened his guilt. But because of his status as a monarch, he did not dare to move for fear of shaking the court. Now it seems that
Being threatened by me actually gave him a reason to finally put down his psychological burden and do this."
After eating the peanuts, he took a sip of tea and continued: "Besides, don't you think he has no worries in his heart these years? Seeing that the prince is like this, King Xin is very scheming, and King An can't say that it will be good, and he is not sure what will happen in the future.
It's just that he is a gentleman." At this point, Fu Jin shook his head, "So, being a gentleman will cause you to suffer because you have to be controlled by others even though you want to do it in your heart. However, being a gentleman is a good virtue, and you must abide by it."
Jiang Wenfeng rolled his eyes secretly. Do you want to persuade yourself to be a gentleman so that he can bully you?
"Sir, so the old prime minister will be on our side in the future?"
"It's not that simple," Fu Jin said. "As the prime minister, he has many things to worry about. All we can say is that if we make some progress on this matter in the future, he will push it forward - this is already the best result.
Already."
Jiang Wenfeng nodded silently, listening to him tell the whole story in detail, and just wanted to keep this teacher...at a respectful distance.
One side used rumors to fuel the flames and trapped Yang Shu in a certain death situation. The other side came to beg for help and used past kindness to make the old prime minister feel guilty. Then he produced a forged secret edict to give Lu Qian a reason to move.
The most hateful thing is that even Lu Qian's meeting with the Holy Spirit has hidden agendas.
The jade ring is real, but the secret edict behind it is fake.
He sent the real jade ring to the palace, but kept the fake secret edict.
Okay! The situation is clear at a glance, and it’s time for the emperor to make a choice.
On one side are the rumors and secret edicts from Taizu, on the other side are the military achievements of opening up new territories and the requests of Zong Xu and Guo Xu.
Rejecting Yang Shu's identity and breaking up?
It is true that the emperor is firmly seated and his position cannot be shaken, but the troubles that will follow are inevitable.
If it were a young emperor, perhaps he would not bow down because of this tone.
But now that he is old and in poor health, he no longer has the energy to fight with his ministers.
Instead of fighting openly, why not deal with it secretly? As an emperor, can't we still find a chance?
As you get older, seek stability.
Therefore, the possibility of him surrendering is more than 80%.
Fu Jin stretched out: "Oh, I'm old and can't stay up late! I'll go back to sleep first, you can do whatever you want."
Jiang Wenfeng twitched the corner of his mouth.
Damn it, you are so old! Can people be the same age?
…
When Lu Qian left the palace, it was nearly the third watch.
He stood in front of the imperial city and looked back. The majestic palace walls symbolized the supreme power in the world.
He didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong. He only hoped that what he had brought to the country was a glimmer of hope rather than the source of trouble.
At this time, the emperor also left the Mingguang Hall.
"Go to Qianqiu Palace."
"yes."
The royal chariot was lifted up and headed to Qianqiu Palace.
Concubine Pei, who was still painting, went out to greet her.
"My beloved, are you still up so late?" the emperor asked softly.
Concubine Pei smiled and said, "Where can I sleep tonight?"
The emperor thought thoughtfully: "Do you miss Shu'er?"
Concubine Pei personally served him to cleanse his face and wash his hands: "Firstly, I am happy that he has finally grown up, no longer fools around like that, and can do some serious things. Secondly, I am happy for Your Majesty, with the great victory in the northwest, your achievements will shine in the annals of history."
The emperor showed a faint smile: "So my beloved concubine is still painting to celebrate so late at night? Let me see what you have painted."
Concubine Pei smiled and asked the palace servants to get some drawing paper.
The emperor looked closely and saw green mountains and flowing water, stretching for thousands of miles.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, the country will be forever solid."
The emperor helped Concubine Pei up with a complicated expression: "This is certainly a happy event, but the rumors have become more and more wild recently. Aren't you worried, concubine?"
The smile on Concubine Pei's face froze and she asked nervously: "Your Majesty, you said before that you don't need to worry about this matter. Could it be that something went wrong again?"
The emperor looked at her deeply and saw that her expression was tense and full of doubts. He felt relieved and said: "It's a bit troublesome. However, I have already thought about it. This time it will be settled once and for all. My beloved concubine will no longer have to worry about it in the future."
Concubine Pei laughed: "I believe in your Majesty." She asked happily, "Your Majesty, will you let Shu'er come back? I haven't seen him for two years, and I don't know how he is now. Can your Majesty let him stay in the capital longer?" For a while? It’s bitterly cold in the northwest. Let him go after winter..."
The emperor responded calmly and said to himself that he didn't have to go out when he came back this time.
Compared with letting the tiger go back to the mountain, it's better to stay around and feel sick. (To be continued)