King Yan nodded in agreement and said, "That's right."
The mastermind behind Taifei Sun's poisoning of his mother was King Xiang. With the emperor controlling the direction of the whole matter, he was destined to be unable to obtain any key evidence.
But as long as it can be proven that King Xiang is collaborating with the enemy, the emperor will no longer be able to cover up for King Xiang, and the answer to the former will emerge.
The father and son discussed the details of how to arrange manpower next, how to expose the evidence if they got it, and what to do if they couldn't get the evidence.
Xu Mingyi listened to these words quietly, looked at the father and son in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart.
In the previous life, Dongwu colluded with the King of Xiang and took advantage of the chaos to invade Daqing from Dianzhou. The war never subsided for a long time.
In her dream, Wu Chao was fighting all day long after he ascended the throne. Maybe it was also related to these hidden dangers that had been laid early, right?
In the previous generation, the King of Xiang collaborated with the enemy, which made the situation more chaotic and dispersed the military strength of the imperial court. This may indeed have brought some help to the King of Yan who raised troops - but today's help may also become the bane of the future.
The more chaotic the situation becomes and the more holes Daqing becomes, especially if foreign enemies invade, the more difficult problems the new ruler will have to deal with.
But these are all one-sided truths she concluded based on the results of her previous life——
At this moment, King Yan and Wu Chao in front of her did not know what the final result would be.
In fact, only after winning can the winner focus on weighing the pros and cons. Winning is the prerequisite for everything——
But Wu Chao and King Yan were still thinking more about the stability of Daqing and the innocent people.
It is undoubtedly respectable to make such a choice without hesitation before an unknown outcome.
After everything was roughly agreed upon, King Yan looked up at the bright moon with a smile on his lips, and said in a pleasant tone: "The moonlight is quite beautiful tonight."
Under the moonlight, this garden full of neglected grass and wild flowers seemed particularly lively and vigorous in his eyes at this time.
He hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.
In other words, I haven't had such a vivid state of mind for a long time.
King Yan looked at the young girl in front of him with a smile.
The Wu family raised a good son for him, and the Duke of Zhenguo raised a good daughter-in-law for him.
He is simply sitting back and enjoying the success.
So, God treated him well!
Wu Chao also raised his head and glanced at the night sky. When he looked back, he paused for a moment on the girl beside him and said, "That's true."
When Zhao Zhao is around, the moonlight is always beautiful.
Looking into the young man's eyes, King Yan suddenly felt that the moonlight was beautiful, but at this time there was only one shortcoming - it seemed that he shouldn't be an eyesore here.
His Highness King Yan, who suddenly felt that he was superfluous, stood up and said to his son: "Let's roughly decide on this for now. Let's go back one after another so as not to attract anyone's attention."
Wu Chao nodded without any objection.
Then he can sit here with Zhao Zhao for a while longer.
However, the next moment, he saw the girl beside him also standing up.
Wu Chao couldn't help but look at her.
The girl looked at him who was sitting motionless with some confusion, and kindly reminded him: "Just go out first and then leave one after another. Otherwise, wouldn't you be scared if you were sitting alone in this courtyard?"
"
Wu Chao was silent: ...because he originally thought that two people should be sitting here.
But seeing that she was about to leave, he had no choice but to get up.
King Yan quietly took a look and couldn't help but feel that his son was a little miserable.
Seeing that Tianmu had fallen asleep at some point, Xu Mingyi bent down and picked up the bird.
Wu Chao seemed to have anticipated her move, and he picked up the big bird one step ahead of her - he was going to pick it up, but when he noticed the girl's gaze, the boy silently moved the hand holding the bird's wings to the big bird's round and warm hands.
He lifted the bird up under his belly and held it in his arms.
It's really weird. If you have to hug me, let him do it.
His Highness Prince Yan, who was secretly watching this scene, calmly withdrew his gaze and walked forward calmly, but a picture was playing in his mind - he probably knew who would be holding the child in the family in the future.
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Early the next morning, everyone left the Lingshan Palace together with the Holy Driver and rushed back towards the capital.
The road back to the city was the same as the one from whence they came, and the inn where they stopped to rest was also the same. However, the atmosphere among everyone was no longer as relaxed as when they came here, and was replaced by a strange heaviness and tension.
The truth about Concubine Sun's attempt to poison the Queen Mother has not yet been found out, and officials have their own thoughts on it - some of them are not only concerned about the truth of the matter, but also the many negative consequences that will follow.
Several princes have not returned to the capital to worship their ancestors for more than ten years. It was not easy for them to pay tribute to their ancestors, but something terrible happened...
Let’s not talk about other influences. Just say that the Purple Star Sect is clapping their hands and cheering at the moment. They rolled up their sleeves all night and worked hard to make up nursery rhymes. With such fresh material, are you still worried about lack of inspiration? I’m afraid it has already been decided.
As a small goal, write a hundred songs first!
Therefore, on the first morning after returning to Beijing, Zhang Yu, the Minister of Rites, who had previously proposed the ancestor worship, was surrounded by several old civil servants and Ming censors.
——Why do you have to propose an ancestor sacrifice?
——How did you choose the date?
——How could Prince Jing fall down in front of the altar?
——It’s okay now!
Faced with repeated accusations from several seniors, Zhang Shangshu felt aggrieved and almost said, "Why don't you say that the emperor himself offended God by not doing things for others?"
He didn't dare to say this, but the Censor of the Ming Dynasty, who was always known for his stubbornness, was a little eager to give it a try.
"This matter has been spread very sensationally among the people, and many theories have emerged one after another...If this continues, the people's hearts and minds may be in danger, not to mention the recent natural disasters and riots, and the people have already been talking about it." Ming Yushi seriously suggested:
"Ordinarily, we should ask His Majesty to write an edict of guilt and think about it for some time, so as to stabilize the people's hearts."
When several civil servants heard this, they looked at me and I looked at you, and they all just sighed.
This sigh seemed to contain four words - Come on.
Today, the emperor was only halfway through the morning session and he couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing that his temples were about to have holes, let's not talk about whether the emperor would get angry on the spot if he made the suggestion.
Let me just say one thing - if the emperor is over, who should we turn to to deal with these hot and urgent political affairs? Is it these old bones or the treacherous Xia Tingzhen who only takes advantage of the opportunity to control the government?
Now that you have issued an edict of sin, the Zixing Cult has hundreds of works waiting to be drilled into the ears of the people. In terms of the wide coverage in the streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants, who can beat it?
It’s amazing that the people’s hearts are so stable!
