Over the past few months, His Royal Highness has lost weight significantly. His cheeks are sunken and his face is full of sorrow. His round face, which seems to have been forever, is no longer what it used to be. This shows how much psychological torture he has suffered. But his eyes seem to be brighter than before.
More determined and deeper.
"This is the situation," Wang Xian reported softly: "Your Highness, please make a decision."
"Sure enough, something happened..." Zhu Gaochi sighed, put his hand on his forehead and said, "They want to send the orphan to a dead end!"
"As long as His Highness is not willing, no one can push you to a dead end..." Wang Xian breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Zhu Gaochi would fool around with those officials, and that would be the end of the world.
"Zhongde, are you worried that Gu will still be like Zhengyue?" Zhu Gaochi looked at Wang Xian and smiled lightly like an elder who knew the world well.
"Haha..." Wang Xian smiled and did not deny it.
"Gu's determination has not changed at all from the beginning to the end." Zhu Gaochi said seriously: "It's just that times have changed, and the methods at that time cannot be used now."
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded and said softly: "Now that the two dragons are thousands of miles apart, the Emperor is very wary of His Highness. If His Highness treats those guys with false words this time, I'm afraid it will spread to Beijing and become His Highness's organization.
Inciting and turning the ministers against His Majesty."
"Well..." Zhu Gaochi turned pale and nodded: "This is a taboo thing. Once it is done, a big prison will be inevitable. By then, I am afraid that no one will dare to say anything even if the emperor has made his capital Liaodong.
Already."
"What your Highness said is true," Wang Xian's voice couldn't help but tremble: "I'm afraid the Emperor left the capital just waiting for this good show." After a pause, he said with great difficulty: "Same as last time."
"Yeah..." Zhu Gaochi nodded, and said with a smile that seemed to be sarcastic and awe-inspiring: "This is my father's usual method."
"Because it always works." Wang Xian said with a wry smile: "This is the so-called weakness of human nature."
"So I will never agree to them tomorrow." Zhu Gaochi made up his mind completely.
"But Your Highness, they have gone crazy and can't listen to anything they say now..."
"Hey, yes..." Zhu Gaochi rubbed his brows sadly.
"Yao Jing," Wang Xian said, feeling quite ashamed that he always came up with bad ideas: "Your Highness might as well pretend to be sick. The sick person is unconscious, so they have no choice but to let it go..."
"Haha..." Zhu Gaochi smiled bitterly and said: "This may not be a solution, but it is just to avoid being too..." After a pause, he sighed softly: "I feel a little irresponsible."
"Yes..." Wang Xian finally understood. His Royal Highness neither wanted to cause a big disaster, nor did he want to offend the ministers... He was the most important supporter of His Royal Highness. But when the monarch and his ministers were in sharp opposition,
Apart from dragging it down with the mud, there is really no way to balance both ends. "You can't have your cake and eat it too, Your Highness must make a choice..."
"Let me think about it again, think about it again..." Zhu Gaochi closed his eyes and thought deeply...
When Wang Xian returned to the Jinyiwei Yamen, he saw Mo Wen, Xu Huaiqing, and the new Yingtian Prefecture Yin, all waiting in his signature room.
"How is it?" As soon as Wang Xian came in, everyone hurriedly stood up to greet him and asked in unison: "Does your Highness have any clear instructions?"
Wang Xian shook his head, and after sitting down in his seat, he slowly said: "Your Highness has not made up his mind yet."
"Then what should we do tomorrow?" Xu Huaiqing asked in a deep voice.
"Isn't there still time? Let His Highness think carefully." Wang Xian looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone, please prepare for the worst. If things are not harmonious, you will become the Black-faced Yama."
"Okay." Wang Xian's old subordinates agreed without hesitation. In their eyes, Wang Xian's words were more effective than the imperial decree. Even Mo Wen was no exception.
"Uncle," only Yin Tianfu Yin Lu Chongzhi, who did not understand Wang Xian's style, said with a worried look: "I am afraid that with His Highness's kindness, he will not let things develop to that point..."
"Your Highness is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, and indeed he will not agree." Wang Xian said with a cold face: "But if anything happens, I will be the villain!"
"This," Lu Chongzhi said in shock, "Uncle, are you going to resist the decree?"
"Hehe..." Lao Lu's words caused everyone to laugh strangely. Erhei stared at his one eye and said a little rudely: "Lao Lu, when Xue Fuyin was here, he would not say such things."
"Hey, it's..." An unexperienced civil servant like Lu Chongzhi could only smile and suppress his doubts.
"Okay!" Wang Xian glanced at Erhei and said warmly to Lu Chongzhi: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I have my own sense of proportion."
"Yes, I am very relieved." Lu Chongzhi felt warm in his heart and nodded repeatedly.
"Then it's settled," Wang Xian's majestic gaze swept over everyone: "Let's all get ready!"
"yes!".
Nanjing and Beijing are two thousand miles apart, and it would take four or five days to travel eight hundred miles. However, there are always magical things happening in this land of China. Just when Wang Xian and His Highness the Crown Prince were worrying about it, far away
King Zhao of Beijing City has unexpectedly predicted...
After the Han Dynasty rebellion last year, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui was lucky enough to escape punishment. After that, he dismissed the messy guests in his house, stopped making friends with people in the world, and even drew a clear line with the public ministers and important officials, and stopped all contact. It seems that he has
I completely changed my mind and became a peaceful prince with peace of mind.
Zhu Di saw his change and was happy in his heart... Parents always prefer their younger sons and can easily forgive his mistakes. A suspicious monarch like Zhu Di actually gave up his love for Zhu Gaosui.
Suspicion, he has been frequently rewarded with clothes and items since last winter, and he was also ordered to accompany him on this northern tour. This sent an unmistakable signal to the ministers - His Royal Highness King Zhao has regained the favor of the Holy Family!
Zhu Gaosui did not feel complacent about this, but instead became more respectful. In addition to spending time in Beijing at dawn and dusk, and paying greetings to his father, he spent the rest of his time behind closed doors, entertaining himself with calligraphy and painting in the palace every day...
May in Beijing is the time when greenery is lush, summer lotuses are in bud, and the warm breeze is intoxicating. In the lush flowers and trees in the back garden of Prince Zhao's Mansion, there is a vague and melodious sound of bamboo strings. Following the sound of string bamboos, you can see the green pond.
Above the lotus, there is an exquisite waterside pavilion, with a blue gauze cabinet supported in the pavilion. The sound of bamboo silk comes from the layers of gauze like cicada wings.
In the blue gauze cupboard, there is a cool Xiangfei couch. There is a small machine supported on the couch. On the small machine is placed a delicate silver plate. In the plate are carefully made various kinds of fresh food. Several young eunuchs who look like virgins.
, all wearing white gauze robes, long hair shawl, kneeling around the bamboo couch, playing elegantly...
His Highness the King of Han, who is holding the moon in his arms, also has long hair and a white robe, but flowers and butterflies are embroidered on the corners of the robe. The breeze blows, and the lifelike flowers slowly change colors, and the butterflies are also spreading their wings and dancing, as if
It's like playing in the flowers.
His Highness King Zhao's skin was actually fairer than the white gauze. He leaned lazily on the legs of another beautiful man. The man was dressed in the same attire as him, and his appearance was not inferior to that of King Zhao. No.
Who is Wei Wuque? Wei Wuque picked up an ice lotus seed soaked in cheese and slowly brought it to King Zhao's lips. King Zhao smiled sweetly at him, opened his lips lightly, took the lotus seed in his mouth, and kissed him softly.
A touch of Wei Wuque's cold fingers...
Wei Wuque froze for a moment, but then smiled lovingly.
"It's so good..." Zhu Gaosui closed his eyes in enjoyment and murmured: "The life of an immortal is just like this."
"If Your Highness likes it, I will always come to accompany you." Wei Wuque smiled and said: "I'm afraid that if you live like this for too long, you will become impatient..."
"Yes." Zhu Gaosui opened his eyes and looked at Wei Wuque affectionately. The self-deprecating look in his eyes became more intense and he said, "It's hard to get rid of the vulgar heart, and you won't be able to become an immortal after all."
"That is His Highness's male ambition." Wei Wuque's slender index finger traced across Zhu Gaosui's satin-like chest, and finally stopped on his left chest. Feeling the powerful heartbeat of His Highness King Zhao, Wei Wuque said softly: "Unless the beating here stops
, otherwise this ambition will never end..."
"Hey," Zhu Gaosui put a charming smile on his lips, grabbed Wei Wuque's hand, brought it to his mouth for a kiss, and said affectionately: "So you are my confidant," and then he waved his hand.
The music stopped, and the little eunuchs retreated silently. Only Zhao and Wang were left in the Bisha cupboard.
"How are things going?" King Zhao's face lost a bit of affection and was replaced by a gloomy look.
"It's all done. The civil servants that the prince has always been friends with are still very reliable." Wei Wuque said in a low voice, and couldn't help but chuckle: "I thought they would shirk it..."
"How dare they," Zhu Gaosui said with a cold smile: "Their control is all in Gu's hands. If they don't want to lose their reputation, they have to be good and obedient."
"By now, they should have encouraged everyone to petition outside the East Palace." Wei Wuque said softly: "A good show is about to begin."
"It's a pity that we are far away in Beijing and can't witness my eldest brother's performance with our own eyes." Zhu Gaosui sighed with pretense of regret, but couldn't help but laugh and said: "That hypocrite is going to be in trouble..."
"Haha," Wei Wuque said with a smile, "That's natural. If he doesn't want to offend the ministers, he can only offend the emperor. If he doesn't want to offend the emperor, he can only offend his own supporters..."
"It's no longer a matter of whether he thinks about it or not. As long as the ministers make some pretense and spread it to Beijing, I will have a way to turn him into a prince and openly form a clique and slander the emperor." Zhu Gaosui's eyes were full of pleasure.
Laughing: "Do you think my eldest brother might get angry with those ministers?"
"Absolutely not." Wei Wuque said with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, how can he be so cruel?"
"So, his fate is already doomed." Zhu Gaosui trembled with excitement: "Wu Que, I have already said that the eldest brother is too naive to think that the victory has been decided. As long as he is still the prince, he will always have to face
Father’s hostility!” As he spoke, he hugged Wei Wuque and his voice became thicker: “We will always have a chance!”
"Yes..." Seeing King Zhao's emotions, Wei Wuque sighed in his heart and took the initiative to kiss him passionately.
In the lotus pond and waterside pavilion, in the green gauze cupboard, clothes are flying, and two snow-white bodies are entangled together like snakes...