Ji Feihua said: "This is what the Zajia have said. If the Queen has any doubts about the Zajia's motives, just pretend that this never happened." He stood up and left, resolutely and without any hesitation.
Empress Jian looked at his back and suddenly said: "You...how are you going to arrange the emperor's life?" The husband and wife have been in love for a hundred days. Although Empress Jian wanted her son to ascend the throne, she still cared about her husband's safety.
Ji Feihua stopped, did not turn around, and said softly: "Do you know that the imperial seal in the emperor's hand is completely fake?"
Queen Jian's body was shaken violently, and her eyes were filled with incredible light.
Ji Feihua slowly turned around at this time: "Although His Majesty has been fighting hard against the Za family, the Za family has never meant to harm Your Majesty. I thought that after His Majesty ascended the throne, he would be able to work hard and concentrate on governing the country, but I never expected that in His Majesty's eyes
Just looking at the word power, the first person he wanted to get rid of turned out to be me!" He paused and said softly: "At this time, Dakang needs a wise master more than ever. The eldest prince Zhixin
He is kind and generous, and in the hearts of the Za family, he is the best choice for the crown prince."
Queen Jian said: "You just said that the national jade seal is..."
Ji Feihua smiled and nodded: "Dakang should have a real emperor."
Queen Jian's inner defenses had been completely defeated by Ji Feihua. Ji Feihua was basically telling her that the real imperial seal was in his hands. With Ji Feihua's ability, since he could help her husband ascend to the throne, he could also help her.
his own son.
Before Ji Feihua left, she left another message: "The Queen can go and find out what Your Majesty has to say."
After Long Yelin returned from Piaomiao Mountain, his heart never calmed down for a moment. He suddenly realized that there was no difference between himself and his father who was under house arrest in Piaomiao Mountain. Although he ascended the throne as he wished, he did not get what he deserved.
With power, every move he makes is controlled by Ji Feihua.
"Your Majesty, please have a bowl of ginseng soup."
"I told you not to drink!" After Long Yelin finished speaking, he realized that the person who walked into the room was Quan De'an.
Quan De'an placed the ginseng soup on the desk in front of him, then turned around and closed the door, saying respectfully: "Your Majesty, what are your orders for summoning this servant?"
Long Yelin sighed and said, "I have something to ask your opinion on."
Quan De'an stood beside him with his hands down.
Long Yelin said: "Yesterday, Taishi Wen and Wu Jingshan, together with a group of ministers, came to pay me New Year greetings. They also talked about the issue of establishing an heir. I want to hear your opinion."
Quan De'an said: "Didn't the emperor say before that he would not consider establishing an heir for the time being? Why did he suddenly mention this matter again?"
Long Yelin said: "I have been hesitant before. When Ting Sheng and Ting Zhen came to pay me New Year greetings this year, I found that there was no communication between the two brothers. I thought it was for this reason."
Quan De'an said: "It is indeed beneficial to decide the position of the prince early. It can avoid rifts between the brothers and allow the princes to settle down earlier."
Long Yelin said: "I also understand. Each of them wants to inherit my position. The word power has an irresistible magic power." After saying this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "
I have had enough of being an emperor in name only, and I would rather die than be the traitor's puppet anymore."
Quan De'an whispered: "Your Majesty, you must not act on your own initiative."
Long Yelin said: "I have made up my mind. I must kill this thief to relieve the hatred in my heart."
Quan De'an suddenly understood the reason why Long Yelin was eager to establish an heir. It seemed that the emperor had made up his mind to establish an heir just in case.
Long Yelin said: "I called you here just to hear your opinion."
Quan De'an said: "I have no say in this matter. I wonder what Grand Master Wen's opinion is?" In fact, he had already guessed the result. Wen Chenghuan and others must have recommended the third prince Long Tingzhen.
As expected, Long Yelin said: "They suggested that I establish Tingzhen. I also like Tingzhen more in my heart, but it is against the rules to abolish the elder and establish the younger."
Quan De'an said: "Your Majesty, since the founding of Dakang, the selection of princes has been either based on seniority or on the basis of talent and virtue, but I don't know which one your Majesty prefers."
Long Yelin said: "The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are the same. No matter who inherits the throne in the future, the burden on their shoulders will not be easy. Today's Dakang, with an empty treasury, constant natural disasters, and wolf smoke, can only sit on this dragon chair.
, I have just realized how difficult it is to govern a country, and I only hope that whoever succeeds me can revive the country of our ancestors."
Quan De'an said: "Your Majesty actually already has the answer in his heart. When the country's survival is at stake, it is natural to establish an heir with morality first."
Long Yelin nodded and said: "Then let's go to Tingzhen. Tingzhen is both civil and military, and he is deeply supported by the officials. If he is made the prince, there should be less opposition."
Quan De'an said: "Why didn't your Majesty ask Prime Minister Zhou for his opinion?"
Long Yelin sighed and said: "He has been scared out of his wits by Ji Feihua, and he even suggested that I should not do anything to Ji Feihua."
Quan De'an said: "What did Prime Minister Zhou say?"
Long Yelin said: "He said that Dakang's country can no longer withstand the wind and rain. What else can he say? Now Dakang is like a dying patient. The first thing to do is to save life, not to cure the disease. The only way is to strengthen the fundamental foundation.
Only by recovering his vitality can we slowly treat his illness. If we take drastic measures rashly, it will be counterproductive."
Quan De'an said: "Tolerating and supporting traitors will only lead to endless troubles. If the traitors are not eliminated, the country will never have peace."
Long Yelin nodded and said: "I said the same thing, but he gave many examples. I really don't understand why he wants to speak for Ji Feihua?"
Quan De'an said: "Master Zhou is the pillar of the country, maybe he has his own ideas."
Long Yelin said: "I heard that Ji Feihua and him have been walking around frequently recently."
Quan De'an was slightly startled. Did the emperor say that he had doubts about Zhou Ruiyuan? Quan De'an said: "Although I don't understand Lord Zhou's thoughts, since your Majesty came to the throne, Lord Zhou has been conscientious and dedicated to serving the public. This is something that everyone can see.
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Long Yelin said: "I have never doubted his loyalty, but I just feel that he has changed a little."
When Hu Xiaotian left Baofengtang, he took his gray horse with him. Gao Yuan had been taking care of Xiao Hui and raised the horse until it was fat and strong. Hu Xiaotian just needed it to send Princess Anping to her wedding.
superior.
Xiao Hui was also extremely excited when he saw Hu Xiaotian. Sometimes he snorted, and sometimes he rubbed his head affectionately on his waist. Hu Xiaotian touched Xiao Hui's long ears, got on his horse, and came towards the palace.
Because it was the New Year, there were a lot of people walking on the street. Although Xiao Hui had good foot strength, he couldn't run wildly because the horse's appearance was really strange and attracted a lot of surprised looks. Some people had seen people riding horses.
I've seen people riding donkeys, but it's really rare to see people riding mules on the streets.
Xiao Hui walked among the bustling crowd, and soon lost the excitement of meeting his owner for the first time. His two big ears drooped, his head drooped, and he looked listless.
While Hu Xiaotian was walking, suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves behind him, but a carriage passed by him. Someone in the car opened the curtain and said to Hu Xiaotian: "Isn't that Mr. Hu?"
Hu Xiaotian turned around when he heard the sound, only to see an old man with white hair and shawl in the car. The outline of his face was as sharp and angular as a marble sculpture. His deep eyes were looking at him quietly. However, he was the same old man he met in Xihei Stone Village.
Meng Zizai, the black Miao miracle doctor, is also Qin Yutong’s uncle.
Hu Xiaotian did not expect that Meng Zizai would show up in Kangdu. He showed an extremely surprised expression on his face, and then said in surprise: "Mr. Meng? When did you come to the capital?"
Meng Zizai said: "It's been a while since I arrived."
There were people coming and going on the street, which was not suitable for reminiscing about the past. Meng Zizai pointed to the front and said: "There is a medical clinic in Xuantian Pavilion on Fengyang Street ahead. I currently live there. If Mr. Hu doesn't dislike it,
Please come with me to talk about it."
Hu Xiaotian had nothing to do anyway, and he also wanted to learn some news about Xichuan from Mengzi, so he followed the carriage to Fengyang Street.
The medical clinic on Fengyang Street is Xuantian Pavilion's largest clinic in the capital. On weekdays, it is mainly used to teach disciples, because the threshold of Xuantian Pavilion is very high and the selection of disciples is also extremely strict. There are also doctors here on weekdays.
It's just that the medical fees are second to none in the entire Kangdu, so most of the people who come here are dignitaries. Ordinary people, even if they are seriously ill, will not come for consultation, and would rather choose Qingniu Tang and Yi Yuantang, which are more friendly to the people.
Hu Xiaotian followed him in from the back door. Meng Zizai had already got off the carriage first. Although he had white beard and hair, he was tall and strong and not old at all. He was wearing a green robe and stood under the afterglow of the setting sun with his hands behind his back, his lips stern.
He rarely showed a faint smile: "Master Hu, it's been a long time."
Hu Xiaotian turned over and dismounted, threw the reins to a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, clasped his hands in fists and said: "Hello Mr. Meng, I don't know that Mr. Meng has come to Beijing, so I hope you will be treated lightly."
Meng Zizai stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture: "Master Hu, please!"
Hu Xiaotian followed Meng Zizai into the backyard, followed the winding corridor, and came to a quiet and elegant courtyard. The courtyard was full of greenery. Although winter had not passed, it was still a lush scene.
, even the air is filled with the fragrance of herbs.
Walking into Meng Zizai's room, the walls were covered with bookshelves with ancient pharmacopoeia books on them. In the middle was an old boat-wood tea sea. Meng Zizai invited Hu Xiaotian to sit down by the tea sea and said softly: "Farewell to Qingyun."
, it has been more than half a year in the blink of an eye, I wonder if Mr. Hu has been fine during this period?"
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