Song Dian immediately sent out many Huangmen to summon officials to participate in the court meeting.
Wang Fu, Xing Ziang and other ministers who were away also returned one after another. Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, Liu Bei, Yuan Shu and others were unable to return due to government affairs, so they could only bow in their respective areas in the direction of Luoyang to see off the emperor.
The ministers gathered in the main hall. Everyone lowered their heads and no one spoke. The main hall was extremely quiet. Even Wang Fu closed his eyes and sat in his seat. The prince hurriedly left through the side door. He came in and sat on the throne. Even though the enthronement ceremony had not yet been held, he was the legitimate prince. Now that the emperor is gone, he is essentially the emperor of the Han Empire.
Wang Fu stood up subconsciously and led all the officials to pay homage.
"Greetings to Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Wang Fu looked very lonely. The little fat man sat in the upper position and looked down at the ministers below. For some reason, there was something in his heart. Looking at the respectful eyes of the ministers, he felt vaguely uncomfortable and restless. He was thinking about the emperor. ..Thinking of the appearance of Emperor Daxing, he waved his hand and said: "Gentlemen, please take a seat..."
"Emperor Daxing passed away, my heart is very sad, and the whole world is mourning..." The little fat man said a few words, and couldn't help crying. He said: "I am issuing an edict to the world, so that the people of the Han Dynasty will do the best for the great nation. "Let the emperor mourn for three days!" In the past, mourning by the people was a spontaneous act, but now it is of a temple nature. When the emperor dies, the day is counted as a year. The people mourn for three days, and the royal family mourns for twenty-seven days.
This was ordered by Emperor Xiaowen, the most benevolent Emperor of the Han Dynasty. He was afraid that long days of mourning would delay farm work and national affairs, so he issued this edict.
"According to the order!"
"Where is Duke Cao of Dahonglu?"
"I'm here." Cao Song squeezed out from the crowd, and the little fat man asked: "When is the date for the enthronement?"
Cao Song said: "Your Majesty, the 21st of February is auspicious, and it is time to organize all the matters related to the enthronement."
"Good, that's how it's settled!"
"I obey." Cao Song slowly retreated to his seat.
"Where is the King Situ Talisman?"
"I'm here..."
"Has the posthumous name of Emperor Daxing been decided..." The little fat man asked doubtfully. Wang Fu thought for a while and said, "The ministers have not yet decided. Only if there are ministers who say so, Emperor Xiaohuan will It may be inappropriate to give the temple name again after the second generation..."
The little fat man stood up suddenly and roared angrily: "Don't you think that the late emperor is not enough to worship the ancestral temple?" The ministers were frightened and stood up quickly and worshiped: "We don't dare!"
"If my father doesn't have a temple title, then I will give you a posthumous title!"
"The late emperor is a wise king... Your Majesty, please do not worry..."
The little fat man looked at them solemnly, and his attitude gradually became gentle again, and said: "The ministers in the court are all confidants of the Daxing Emperor. I regard them as elders, and I hope that they will spare no effort to govern together." Big man!", he said, stood up, and bowed to the officials around him. The officials did not dare to accept it and bowed again.
"Besides, it's the matter of the imperial mausoleum..."
The little fat man sighed, looked at Wang Fu, and said, "Wang Situ will have to worry about this..."
It had been a long time since the court meeting started, and the little fat man had just gotten used to the feeling of sitting in a high position. However, he was still young, and although he behaved in the style of the late emperor, he was a little anxious. He lacked the majesty of the late emperor, and his eyes could scare people with just one glance. With a group of three nobles and nine nobles, the little fat man couldn't do it. He mostly had to rely on intimidation and roaring to calm them down.
However, he is still young after all, so this is also very good. At least, he has the courage to sit on the top directly without any hesitation or thinking. This has already made many ministers admire him. However, this
Another emperor who rules the rams. Alas, the ministers looked at the superior emperor. For some reason, Emperor Daxing seemed to be staring at them, and his heart was tense.
Did the emperor leave like this?
None of the ministers could believe it, even the little fat man sitting in the upper position couldn't believe it. Before he arrived, he had thought of many words and words, but when he sat in the upper position,
At that time, his mind went blank, and all the things he had originally thought about were forgotten. At this time, he didn't know what to say, and the court meeting became extremely quiet.
Among the officials, Yuan Feng slowly raised his head. His eyes were red and swollen, and he looked extremely lonely like the other officials. He looked at the list of officials. Zhang He lowered his head and sat among the officials.
, because of his special official position, the ministers did not pay attention to him, so he hid among the officials and was not noticed by everyone. He lowered his head very deeply and was so low-key.
Yuan Feng's heart trembled. He remembered what the emperor had told him when he summoned him privately that day.
"In the first court meeting, if Zhang He held his head high and faced the new emperor with dignity, Mr. Yuan would not have to act..."
"If he bows his head and keeps silent and wants to avoid the ministers, please ask Duke Yuan and other ministers to report to the new emperor, please kill Zhang He..."
Yuan Feng looked at the people around him, walked to the center of the hall, raised his hands, bowed, and said: "Your Majesty, the emperor Daxing passed away, and the whole world was sad. Only one person was very happy to hear that, and he was very happy to hear about it.
We have been having a banquet, drinking and drinking, and I still hope that your majesty will kill him!"
When the little fat man heard this, he became furious and almost jumped up from his seat. He asked: "Who is this person???"
"It's directed at Zhang He, the messenger of embroidered clothes!"
Zhang He was startled, jumped up from his seat, pointed at Yuan Feng and cursed: "You old thief, why are you slandering others? I have been working hard to mourn and have not returned home for three or four days. What do you want to do???"
"
The little fat man couldn't believe that Zhang He could do such a thing. He frowned and looked at Yuan Feng with some confusion. When the officials saw that Yuan Feng wanted to eradicate Zhang He, they were extremely happy and hurriedly stepped forward one by one to cater to him.
Yuan Feng accused Zhang He of his behavior. Zhang He's face turned red. How could he not know that this was because he had been in the hands of the emperor for a long time. Now that the emperor is gone, they want to kill him!
He was unable to explain himself, and was no match for these eloquent ministers. He looked around anxiously.
Cai Yong was even more stunned because he remembered that the emperor had entrusted him with some unclear words not long ago.
"Next time at the court meeting, if the officials want to kill Zhang He, you will protect him. Please discuss it later... Then tell the prince, my order to kill him, my order to protect him... The messenger of embroidered clothes cannot
Don’t hold the emperor’s hand..."
At this moment, Cai Yong suddenly realized in his heart, and more importantly, he was a little scared. The emperor had already thought about what would happen after his death, and he had left a back-up to help the prince regain Zhang He???
Playing in the palm of your hand???
Cai Yong hurriedly bowed to him and said: "Your Majesty, Emperor Daxing passed away not long ago, and it is unlucky to see blood... Zhang Jun is deeply favored by Emperor Daxing. I hope your majesty can discuss this matter again in the future..."
The little fat man was overjoyed that his father-in-law was still looking after him, so he used this as an excuse to refuse the impeachment of the ministers of the DPRK.
Zhang He was a little frightened and trembling all over. Today, he almost died at the hands of hundreds of officials. No, he had to let the emperor see the usefulness of the embroidered clothes messenger, so that he could save himself. He hurriedly looked at the emperor, his eyes
It was full of panic.
After the court meeting ended, Cai Yong followed the prince and whispered: "Emperor Daxing once ordered me to convey a message to your majesty...my order to kill Zhang He, my order to protect Zhang He, the messenger of embroidered clothes, cannot
Don’t hold the emperor’s hand…”
As if a thunder flashed through the emperor's mind, he widened his eyes, nodded, and said: "I understand..."
Shortly after returning to the East Palace, Song Dian came to report that Zhang He had come.
The little fat man nodded, and Zhang He walked in in a panic, bowed before the emperor, and called himself "Your Majesty."
"Jun Zhang? What's important?"
"Your Majesty, the messenger of embroidered clothes has always obeyed your Majesty's personal orders, so he came to listen to your Majesty's orders!" Zhang He said hurriedly.
"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang didn't come here a few days ago, but he came in a hurry today. Why is this?"
The little fat man sneered, slowly approached Zhang He, and asked somewhat coldly.
"Your Majesty... I wanted to... come to see you again after Your Majesty ascends the throne... Your Majesty will forgive me. I hope that Your Majesty will forgive me!" Zhang He really felt that he was in danger today. The ministers hated him to death.
He actually framed him with a false story. He knew that so many ministers had united to impeach him. Without the late emperor sitting in charge, he would not be able to protect himself!
Fortunately, the little fat man did not ridicule him again, and helped him up and said: "Zhang Jun, you don't have to worry, my father regards you as his confidant, and so do I. I know that you are at odds with the officials, so you don't have to worry."
, as long as you treat me as you would the late emperor, no official will be able to harm you..."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I am willing to die in service!"
Zhang He walked out of the palace, his legs still trembling slightly. He really didn't understand why the officials were so quick to attack him. Logically speaking, he had been acting so low-key during this period, and the officials should not have targeted him.
Ah, although I don't understand, I am still glad that His Majesty did not blame me, and I still serve His Majesty, and the officials can't do anything to me.
The little fat man was sitting in the East Palace, holding the Book of Heaven and shaking his head. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Father... is there such a big gap between me and you?
When Huangmen was cleaning up the Houde Hall, they found three copies of the Emperor's bereaved family, all of which were sealed. However, one of them had the word "II" written on it, and there was a line of small characters under it, "Invisible", and the regulations
Properly and out of the emperor's writing, Song Dian hurriedly handed these letters to the little fat man. The little fat man entered the study, dismissed everyone, and then slowly read on.
He did not open the letter with two letters written on it, but instead opened the other two letters.
The first is an edict of appointment. Simply put, it is an edict of the emperor, and it is an edict of canonization. The edict is for the canonization of Huangmen in the palace and the canonization of Song Dian.
Before leaving, the emperor seemed not to have forgotten the eunuch who had always been by his side. He made him a marquis and asked the emperor to treat him well and let him rest in peace in his old age.
The little fat man didn't understand. Why should Song Dian's canonization be kept so private?
And the first letter was written to himself. It simply said that after his death, he should not be buried in a grand way, but he should be buried frugally. He should not be buried in a big way, otherwise he would be uneasy. The little fat man lamented.
He knew that his father was very diligent and thrifty, but he couldn't bear to have his father buried like this. At the end of the letter, the emperor suddenly wrote:
"One month after my burial, I will write the second letter again and act according to the edict written by me. The new king cannot violate it!!!!"
The little fat man frowned, suppressed his curiosity, and still did not open the second letter.
From then on, the ministers began to get busy, agreeing on the temple name and posthumous title, and even preparing for the new emperor's accession to the throne. They also discussed a new reign name. The officials were extremely busy, and the little fat man stayed at the emperor's side all day long.
In front of him, he had to observe filial piety for twenty-seven days and was not allowed to leave. During this period, he appointed Xun Yu as Yilang and directly promoted Xun You to the position of Taishi Ling.
Yuan Shu worshiped him as a county prince, and Ma Jun was promoted to Sikong Chief Shi by him.
He began to install his cronies. This was the rule of the ages. Naturally, the officials could not object and could only accept it.
When the period of observing filial piety was about to pass, Song Dian suddenly handed him a letter. This letter was given to Song Dian by the emperor and asked Song Dian to hand it to the little fat man himself. The little fat man took it from Song Dian's hand with some doubts.
I took the letter and opened it in front of him. It was indeed written by the emperor himself. It was also a canonization letter, and it was written about the emperor's canonization of Song Dian.
It is no different from the previous letters left by the emperor.
There is only one difference. Instead of worshiping Song Dian as the Marquis of the Countryside, he replaced Song Dian with the title of Zhongchangshi. Even the words "Zhongchangshi" are slightly different and a bit rough. If you look closely, they are incompatible with the surrounding fonts.
The emperor was furious and threw the letter in front of Song Dian. Song Dian was confused and looked down at it a few times. The emperor sneered and asked: "Song Dian, what is written in this letter?"
"Country, slaves are illiterate..."
"What's the crime of deceiving the emperor?!"
Song Dian knelt down in front of the little fat man, cried and said: "My country, this slave really doesn't know how to read!"
"I'm here to tell you that this letter is from my father, asking me to promote you to the position of permanent servant!"
Song Dian was taken aback, shook his head and said, "I never dare to hope..."
"Of course you don't dare. Not to mention that my father has already abolished the permanent service. What's more, he also left a letter, just like yours. The only difference is that he worships you as the Marquis of the Countryside. But, hehehe,
Your words of worship as Zhongchangshi don’t seem like the words of Emperor Daxing..."
Song Dian's eyes widened and he cried: "My country, I dare not change the emperor's edict. After the country handed this letter to me, I never opened it, never read it... I have been wronged..."
"Come here, capture this thief who has tampered with the emperor's edict and take him to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy's Mansion!!!"
The little fat man shouted angrily, and immediately some guards came forward and escorted him out. Song Dian shouted that he was wronged. The emperor suddenly remembered that there were some words missing in this letter. After taking out the letter to compare, he discovered that,
The words "ordering him to return home and live in peace for the rest of his life" were not included in the edict handed over by Song Dian. The little fat man suddenly seemed to understand something, and he waved his hand to ask Su Wei to stop.
"That's all, you have been with my father for decades, so you can just return to your hometown and rest in peace in your old age. I will give you some money and won't let you suffer..."
"Thank you to the country...Thank you to the country..."
Song Dian cried and was pulled out of the palace by Su Wei, leaving the place he was most familiar with after living for twenty years.
Watching him leave, the emperor held two edicts and suddenly took a cold breath.