Situ Lang suddenly sat up from his bed, sweating profusely, and even his silk pajamas were soaked. His helpless eyes were staring at the apricot-yellow tent roof, and after a while, his chest kept beating. His heart gradually calmed down, and the situation in the nightmare seemed to be right in front of him. He shook his head vigorously, trying to throw away these bad omens, but he had already come to this point, no matter how dangerous it was, he could only hold on.
"Master, what's wrong?" The concubine beside him woke up from his sleep and turned on the carved brass oil lamp beside the bed. He saw sweat pouring from his master's forehead and the silk satin pajamas on his body were already soaked. He quickly got up and looked for Get him some pajamas to put on.
After breathing heavily for a while, Situ Lang still felt upset. The concubine quickly handed over the herbal tea beside the bed and took a big sip. Situ Lang finally calmed down a little, but he could no longer fall asleep.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Why don't you ask the imperial doctor to take a look?" The concubine asked cautiously when she saw her master's face was pale.
Impatiently waving his hand, Situ Lang didn't even bother to say anything more. He closed his eyes gently. The concubine didn't dare to say anything. She knew that her master was in a bad mood. He hadn't slept well recently, and even the usual pursuit of pleasure was gone. He felt a lot lighter, so he quickly found two embroidered pillows and placed them behind his neck and back, waiting for him to lie down.
All the irregularities during this period did make Situ Lang a little upset. Although his arrangements were flawless, even after several careful inspections, he could not find any loopholes. He also suppressed the wishes of several brothers after several court appearances. With his arrogance, Cangzhou in the north has been conquered, and the Machihan people in the south have been suppressed in Baling. It seems that he can drive the Machihan people out with just a little more effort, but he never dares to fool around like this again. After going down, I saw that "His Majesty the Emperor" was in good health. All the court affairs that had been backlogged for a long time were brought out at once. Even the ministers asked to see His Majesty the Emperor to report more matters alone. These are nothing, just say "Your Majesty" You can take care of yourself if you are not in good spirits, but the demands in the palace are beyond your control. In the first few times, you even asked the concubines to visit, but your father still seemed to be in a coma and wake up from time to time. If you try it a few more times, you're probably going to have some flaws.
Fortunately, the ministers had not become suspicious yet, but they did not dare to continue this kind of thing anymore, so they had to arrange for people to clean up the original arrangements and restore the father's place to its original state. It was only for the concubines to inquire. They just let them do whatever they wanted. Even if they had some suspicions, they had no evidence and couldn't do anything about themselves.
It's just that I'm used to the feeling of having the power of life and death. If I suddenly lose it, I'm afraid I really can't adapt. The feeling of power is so good. I think of all the ministers who were submissive in front of me, nodding and bowing. It turns out that I had never been in charge of the country. I had to put on a show to please them, but now I had the opposite effect. This feeling was really unusual.
However, my father has not passed away yet, and I don’t know if there is an imperial edict ordering him to inherit the throne. The practice of this dynasty is to determine the position of the imperial edict. If there is no imperial edict, it will be designated by the previous emperor on his deathbed. If it is designated, based on his current situation, the throne will definitely not be lost. Himself, but if there is a will for the ministers to know, but it is not him, this situation is beyond his control.
Situ Lang sighed after many troubles and thoughts. He couldn't help himself, but he couldn't find any good solution. He just pressed harder, but some kind of dark thoughts couldn't help but sneak up in the narrow place in his heart. He could only hope. Everything can go as you wish, without resorting to unreasonable means.
Seeing that although her master's eyes were slightly closed, his face was gloomy and uncertain. He was obviously troubled by something. Although the concubine was quite favored by his master, she also knew that his master never talked about serious matters with her. At this time, when she saw her master Distraught, he couldn't help but said reassuringly: "Sir, please go to bed first. If anything happens, it won't be too late to discuss it tomorrow. If you are not sure, you might as well ask Mr. Hu and Her Royal Highness the Thirteenth Princess to discuss it together." .”
Thirteenth sister? Situ Lang felt bitter in his heart. If it weren't for these thirteen sisters, he might have been able to perform this scene for a while longer. However, he, his half-blood sister, was unusually sophisticated and alert. He had only dissuaded her twice. The visit to her father aroused her suspicion, and she even secretly asked the eunuch in the palace to investigate. If she hadn't arranged it carefully, the secret would have been exposed immediately. Even so, it also aroused her suspicion, and she was also suspicious of herself. He got up, obviously no longer trusting himself. He originally hoped that she could help make suggestions for many things, but based on the current situation, he no longer dared to let her know at will.
But just because she was so suspicious, she was forced to interrupt the play that she was planning to perform for a few scenes. As soon as the news that her father was seriously ill again and unable to go to court came out, her eldest brother's First Army Corps refused to go east again. Taking one more step, the Taiping Army's eastern defense line was empty after suffering the defeat of Cangzhou. However, the First Army remained motionless, refusing to move even though its own urging flew away like snowflakes. The third brother behaved in the same way. The Machikhans were obviously at the end of their game. They only needed one final fatal blow to annihilate them all. At the worst, they could be driven out of the Five Lakes. However, all this was because he arranged for his father to return again. "Being ill" turned out to be nothing. Thinking of this, Situ Lang was so depressed that he couldn't help but sigh.
Fortunately, the newly formed 3rd and 4th legions have been fully trained, and Minister of Military Affairs Ji Lin is also a sensible person. He still has the initiative. As long as the situation is true as the imperial doctor said, and my father cannot survive the autumn, everything will be over. It's not out of track yet, and Yusuf needs to be hammered. This guy seems to be a bit proud of his favor, and even the orders he gave him are somewhat violated. However, he has the handle in his own hands. I believe he will also turn over. There is no trouble, but Ma Yuanxiang is an old man who refuses to take soft and hard advice, and is reluctant to express his position. He pretends to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country. However, he is not in a good mood at this time, so he can only patiently do some soft work, and just hope He is really as he said, as long as he can win the approval of his father and the ministers, they will not oppose him, so he is not afraid, but he is afraid that this guy has evil intentions, then he... ·;·;·;, No, the initiative must be controlled in your own hands, and you cannot be fooled by the superficial skills of these old guys. Once you fall out, you will really be thrown into a situation of eternal damnation.
Turning over, Si Tu Lang also subconsciously put his hand into the bellyband of the concubine who was always close to him. There was only a touch of exquisite embroidery, which just covered the raised snow hills. It was originally a very gorgeous piece. It was a work of art, but Situ Lang had no interest in appreciating it at this time. He pulled it off easily and his big hands fell on the bulging peaks.
The third and fourth legions must be controlled by him no matter what. Although Jilin is obedient, this position seems to have reached its peak for him. There is nothing that can attract him. Just like Ma Yuanqiang, they point to To maintain their position, they will not easily devote themselves to their own side. If there is any trouble, these guys will immediately sit on the wall and wait and see. They must control these first-level officers of the legion to truly use them. Yes, they must firmly control them. , no matter what means are taken! Situ Lang subconsciously clenched his hands, knowing that the woman next to him couldn't help but scream. Situ Lang realized that he was not holding the hearts of the officers, but the women's breasts. It was a pity that a pair of pink mounds were like snow jade. Her breasts turned purple, and the pain made the woman next to her burst into tears.
"They're all a bunch of trash! Pigs are three times smarter than you. It's been a month and there's no news. What the hell did you do for a living? Did you grow up eating shit?" Just as Situ Lang was trying to figure it out. While he was worrying about the thoughts of his brothers, Situ Tai who was far away in Cangzhou was like a furious lion, walking back and forth in the large study room. Under the candlelight, spittle flew everywhere, splashing dots of gold stars. Look at that look, if the gaze could eat people , I'm afraid that the silent man standing below with his head bowed would have been torn into pieces by him.
"Where is the money you spent? Where did it go? Didn't you say that the people in the palace are ours? How come you can't get any information? How is my father's physical condition? Which ministers do you usually have contact with? Will I not be able to find out the news? Where is that old guy Mao Zhifang, who has lost his voice? He took so much money from me, but when it comes time to use him, he doesn’t even give a shit?" Situ Tai was really too depressed, and was trapped in the This month in Cangzhou, there is still no definite news in the Zhongzhou Palace. My father is seriously ill again and refuses to see any ministers. Only Lao Jiu can come in to see him. This is not a good sign. I can't wait passively like this. Go down. He really wanted to make an excuse to return to Beijing, but Lao Jiu, the supervisor of the country, kept sending him orders, asking him to immediately launch an attack on Beiyuan and cooperate with the city guard army's offensive in Qinghe. But at this time, he really was not in the mood to pay attention to these things. matter.
"Your Highness, don't be too impatient. Things have come to this point, and there is no need to rush." The old man in gray clothes who had been silently beside him finally spoke, "It's just that there is no news about Eunuch Mao, which is a little bit... It's so strange. He is an old man who has been with His Majesty for decades. There is no news, right? Unless His Majesty really can't get out of bed, and His Majesty the Ninth Prince controls the entire palace, but what is the value of controlling the entire palace? ? If His Majesty has a will, it will need to be approved by all the ministers in court before it can take effect. If there is no posthumous edict, then His Majesty the Ninth Prince alone will not be able to convince everyone. I really don’t understand. "
After taking two deep breaths, Situ Tai raised his head decisively and said, "I can't wait any longer. I need to go back to the Imperial City in person. Many things can only be done by me in the Imperial Capital. Mr. Leng, please draw up something for me." Just say that I am in poor health and must return to the imperial capital for treatment!"