Inside the palace, it was as if it was attacked by a flood and beasts.
All the important gates of the palace are already under control.
The torches illuminated the originally bright palace even brighter, with orange light everywhere, as if being in a sea of fire.
At this time, a drizzle rained like hair, and the raindrops hit the green tiles of the palace densely, splashing layer after layer of thin white mist, shrouding the sky of the dignified palace.
Armored soldiers held long swords, and at this moment, the palace was surrounded by water.
Mosquitoes can't get in.
A big storm is coming quietly.
For a moment, the sky was not yet bright, Jing Yi was wearing long boots, stepping on the dirty rain on the ground, entering the palace in the rain, a layer of icy rain was covering his hair and brocade clothes, and he looked like a tree. A sharp silver needle was piercing out of his body.
And behind him, followed by a dozen courtiers and several guards holding torches.
Under the rain, everyone stopped outside the Fuyang Palace.
Standing back and forth, no one made a sound.
Jing Yi straightened his body and raised his head. The rain hit his face, slashing it colder like a knife. A pair of cold eyes stared at the closed door in front of him, and his body was full of extreme desire for power.
Now, he's winning.
The surrounding cold wind whizzed. Those torches struggled and burned in the rain and the wind, and they always stood firm and never went out.
I don't know how long it took, the door slowly opened, and the little eunuch who came out shouted, "The emperor is ill, and the King of Neiyi enters the hall."
Jing Yi's face was stern, he went up the steps with his soaked robe, and stepped into the hall step by step.
In the hall, there were several heating stoves all around, and the warmth rushed to his face, wrapped around his body that was boiling with blood, but it became cold.
He reached out and patted the rain on his sleeves and entered the inner hall.
In the inner hall, there are several people standing, including Concubine Xiao who has been beside the bed, several little eunuchs who are serving, Liang Zongzheng from Zongzheng Temple, Lord Jiang, the minister, and the Lord Cabinet who reads the decree...
On the other hand, Emperor Qi Zhen, who was lying on the bed, was already terminally ill, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, his eyes were hollow and deep, his mouth was open and he was panting.
Presumably, it won't last long.
"My son sees the royal father." Jing Yi bowed.
Emperor Qi Zhen looked at him sideways, coughed a few times, and wanted to stand up, Concubine Xiao hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was thrown away by him.
He shouted, "I'm not dead yet."
Concubine Xiao looked at her hand that was thrown away and embarrassed in the air, not annoyed, just smiled and stepped aside.
Immortal, you won't live much longer.
Emperor Qi Zhen got up with difficulty, leaned on the bedpost, and swept the people around him one by one. Now, he is like a tiger locked in a cage, ready to be slaughtered.
a long time-
"Where's Zhang Quan?" he asked aloud.
A little eunuch next to him said, "Go back to the emperor, Eunuch Zhang is unwell, let the servants come and serve."
Who believes!
He wasn't stupid. He glanced at the carved and hollowed-out window. It was not yet bright outside, but a few orange light came in. It must have been surrounded...
A wry smile.
He said, "I really raised a good son."
The sound is desolate and pathetic!
Jing Yi stood there straight and did not speak.
Emperor Qi Zhen raised his finger and pointed at him, "When Jinghua encircled the palace, I should have thought that with his courage, how could he dare to encircle the palace? It's just that I mistrusted you and acted as a fool."
"Father..."
"No need to argue, I know what you've done." He pressed his chest and coughed again, "Now that you've surrounded the palace, why don't you cut me down?"
Jing Yi lowered his eyes, even though the victory was now decided, he still replied respectfully, "My son doesn't dare."
"Don't dare?" Emperor Qi Zhen said, "It's not that you don't dare, you are worried that you will kill me in this palace. Even if you ascend the throne in the future, the people of the world will call you a 'treacherous son'."
His thoughts were revealed in one sentence, so there was no need to hide anything, and he directly confessed, "Since the father and the emperor already know, the minister said it directly, the son does not want to be like the prince to surround the palace and kill the king, after all, the father treats the son. The minister is very good, but I really can't bear it, so I just want to beg the father and emperor to issue an imperial decree. Now, the adults in the cabinet do the same. If the father and emperor decree to pass the throne to the son, the son... can let the father take care of his life and be a Your Majesty."
Nonsence!
wild ambition!
Also too emperor!
Emperor Qi Zhen was disdainful and scolded angrily, "Your Majesty? Thank you for being able to say it."
"My son is thinking of the father and the emperor." He raised his head, met the burning eyes, and continued, "The son has already deployed troops both inside and outside the capital, as well as inside and outside the palace, if the father does not make a decree, The son gave an order that by then, the palace would be surrounded by countless casualties, but as long as the emperor agreed to the decree, everything inside and outside the palace would be safe and sound. You can recuperate with peace of mind, and kill two birds with one stone.”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Now, does the emperor still have a choice?"
Yes!
Where does he have a choice
This is not a multiple choice question.
The blue veins burst on the back of Emperor Qi Zhen's hand, and he held onto his clothes tightly, as if it was about to be torn.
Seeing this, Concubine Xiao, who was silent on the side, stepped forward and persuaded, "Your Majesty, now you are unwell, and you are busy with state affairs, but Yi'er is in power, and everyone in the court is under his command. Why don't the emperor hand over the country to him?"
Emperor Qi Zhen glared at her, really gritted his teeth, and said, "If I were alive, I would definitely cut you with a thousand swords."
"..." Concubine Xiao was speechless.
"You think I don't know? If you hadn't put the medicine in the tremella soup, would I have ended up like this?"
"..." He was speechless.
At this time, Jing Yi gestured to the cabinet lord.
The Lord Cabinet immediately took out a decree prepared early from his sleeve and presented it.
Jing Yi, "Please also ask the emperor to complete it."
In the tone, with murderous intent!
Emperor Qi Zhen grabbed the imperial decree and opened it to see that what was written on it was the decree of passing the throne to King Yi.
Now, as long as he puts down a large pen and seals it with a jade seal, Jing Yi's plan will be fulfilled.
The eunuch next to him brought a tray with a pen, ink and jade seal on it.
Get him to sign and seal.
Emperor Qi Zhen sneered, but his laughter was a little weak, and then he coughed violently, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stained the imperial decree in his hand.
The next moment, Concubine Xiao quickly took the imperial decree from him, unfolded it and placed it on a tray, persuading, "The emperor should sign it. Now all the ministers are waiting outside."
Emperor Qi Zhen looked at Jing Yi and gasped, "What if I don't sign it?"