Qiankun Ding female emperor ascends the throne
Why did Concubine Li come, Qi Yan and Nangong Jingnu have their own ideas.
When I woke up early in the morning, there were so many people and time was running out, Nangong Jingnv and Qi Yan didn't have time to communicate their ideas.
When the two came to the main hall, Nangong Jingnu saw where Concubine Li was sitting and said, "Concubine Li, please take your seat."
Concubine Li smiled lightly. Time seemed to have a special preference for this woman, and she did not leave too many traces on her face, which was almost indifferent. The smile was not pretentious, but it was indeed beautiful.
Concubine Li: "Your Highness Zhen Zhen is very polite, let's ask your Highness to take your seat."
It stands to reason that Concubine Li should sit on the throne, especially in the current situation, Nangong Jingnv's reliance as a princess has passed away, and with the death of Nangong Da, Concubine Li is reliant on her mother.
Qi Yan sneered in her heart: No matter what you are doing, you can be a thief.
Qi Yan chose the last seat. Concubine Li glanced at Qi Yan lightly, and then turned to Nangong Jingnu and asked, "I heard that His Highness was injured yesterday, and I am here to visit you today."
Nangong Jingnv subconsciously raised her hand and touched the back of her head, which was still in pain, her eyes darkened, and she said with disappointment, "Thank you, Concubine Li, for your concern, this palace is fine, and the pain will probably be fine for a few days." The injury was hit by Lu Zhongxing. At this time, the wound was still in pain, but Lu Zhongxing was no longer there.
Concubine Li: "That's good, I don't want such a thing to happen. As a woman, I shouldn't say much, but there are too many things happening in the inner court in the past few years, and I am also panicking. Uneasy, there is nowhere to resolve the anguish in my heart, I thank Her Royal Highness the princess for not disapproving."
Nangong Jingnu also felt pity for the woman in front of her. She temporarily relieved her guard and asked in a slow tone, "Old eighth... did you sleep well last night?"
Nangong Jingnu only remembered that Nangong Bao and Nangong Li should leave Beijing today on an order, so she changed her words abruptly.
Qi Yan glanced at Nangong Jingnu helplessly, and withdrew her gaze, but the corner of her mouth evoked a shallow arc.
As if returning to many years ago, Nangong Jingnu has become that ignorant girl who is ignorant of the world.
This kind of low-level mistake, Nangong Jingnu has not made it again for a long time, and Qi Yan actually misses it a little.
The unnatural look on Concubine Li's face flashed, and she cast her eyes on Qi Yan again, and said in a negotiating tone, "Bengong wants to have a few words with Her Royal Highness the princess, I wonder if it is convenient? "
Qi Yan smiled gently, got up and said, "Of course. Your Highness, I will wait outside the hall."
Nangong Jingnv was a little dissatisfied. She didn't like Concubine Li's treatment of her, she was polite to herself, but Qi Yan held it with a first-class attitude.
In Nangong Jingnv's heart, Qi Yan is more important than herself. Even if Concubine Li treats her like this, she can accept Qi Yan's courtesy.
Nangong Jingnv can understand Concubine Li's intentions, but emotionally, she can't accept Concubine Li taking her beloved as an outsider to harass her.
After Qi Yan left, Concubine Li took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears. To say that this beauty brought rain with pear flowers, it would take a blink of an eye.
Nangong Jingnu was a little surprised. She didn't understand why this good person said that he would change if he changed.
Nangong Jingnu: "Niangniang, this is you?"
Concubine Li: "Your Highness, can you say a few words of kindness in front of Eunuch Sijiu and let the old man stay in the capital?"
Before waiting for Nangong Jingnu to speak, Concubine Li said again: "His Royal Highness is His Majesty's only direct descendant, and his weight is naturally not comparable to other imperial heirs. If His Royal Highness was born a man, how could there be so many twists and turns in this palace? Withered, the eighth has never been to the people since he was a child, and it is the first time to go out such a far door, I am really worried about being a mother!"
After speaking, Concubine Li started to cry "woohoo": "I heard from the servants in the palace that their hometown wrote that now there are robbers everywhere, there are disaster victims everywhere, I have only one child, the eighth, in my entire life. Please, the princess, think about our mother and son."
Nangong Bao was born in the second year of Jing Jia, and he just turned fourteen this year. It was indeed a little early for him.
Nangong Jingnu looked at Concubine Li and couldn't bear it.
Xiao Jiu's tragic death flashed through his mind again, and he was left with these two younger brothers. The old eight was only fourteen years old this year, so it would be fine even if he stayed in the capital.
But Nangong Jingnv still said: "Niangniang, why don't I understand your feelings? It's just that this palace is really powerless, and who would dare to disobey the last emperor's edict? Fifth brother is an example."
Concubine Li cried even more sadly, and she blurted out: "But if there is something wrong with the old man, the last emperor's edict will be settled without looking at it, right?"
Nangong Jingnu suddenly realized: It turns out that Concubine Li is here to find out!
Nangong Jingnu kept calm, and continued following Concubine Li's words: "The prince's will was handwritten by the father, and no one knows who is written in it."
Concubine Li took off the handkerchief and asked, "What if Nangongda is written in His Majesty's edict?"
Nangong Jingnu smiled secretly: So, she was waiting for her here.
Nangong Jingnv: "I'm just a princess, so how can I know what the father and the emperor's thoughts are? If it's really said by Concubine Li... It's also a matter for the ministers in the court, and I don't have the right to speak."
Concubine Li held the silk handkerchief and looked at Nangong Jingnu's expression without a trace. Seeing the other side's expression was calm, she said tentatively, "But I heard that His Majesty's edict is that all the royal heirs should go to the ancestral mausoleum, why? The second and fourth are not going? Also... It is said that the captain, Lord Lu, died in battle, so how should the military officers be coordinated without a leader?"
Nangong Jingnu sneered in her heart: This Concubine Li really takes herself as an ignorant girl. She dare not ask so many people in the palace. It seems that her disguise over the years has not been in vain. Princess, each one of them seems to be motherly and uneasily asking questions, but in fact, they are interlocked, and each question hits a key question. It seems that this Concubine Li is not so peaceful on the surface.
Nangong Jingnu smiled and said, "Niang Niang is asking me this question. I usually only wander around the harem and the mansion. How can I know this? Maybe eldest sister knows something, why don't you ask her?"
Concubine Li sneered: "No need, this palace is just reluctant to bear the old eighth. If your Highness has the opportunity, please also persuade this palace to persuade me. Thank you for both success and failure."
Nangong Jingnu: "Okay."
When Concubine Li left, Nangong Jingnu was a little disappointed.
Sure enough, I was wrong, but it makes sense to think about it. Absolute power seems to be close at hand, so who wouldn't be tempted
Nangong Jingnu found Qi Yan, and the two looked at Concubine Li's back side by side, Qi Yan said, "How?"
Nangong Jingnu: "Sure enough, the visitor is not good, and they all cared about me. Where is the visit?"
Qi Yan hooked the corner of her mouth, took Nangong Jingnu's hand, squeezed it twice, and let go: "His Royal Highness and this empress have never been old, and it's not easy for her to go here in the name of a visit."
Nangong Jingnu: "Let's go, let's go to Ganquan Palace."
When they came to the mourning hall, Nangong Jingnv and Qi Yan were both silent. The two abolished princes and the old seven and the eight were all kneeling in the mourning hall, and Sijiu stood aside with ugly expressions.
Nangong Jingnv and Qi Yan looked at each other: if there is no skin, no hair will be attached to it. Sure enough, if Nangong lets him die, no one in the inner court will listen to the forty-nine.
Sijiu glanced at Nangong Jingnv guiltily, the latter returned a relieved look, and Sijiu turned to look at Nangong Rang's golden silk nanmu coffin, which stood like a statue.
No matter how high Si Jiu's credit is, in the eyes of these imperial heirs, he is only a slave. Are you all cut
Nangong Bao did not go as expected by Nangong Jingnu, and Nangongli also stayed in the capital, which was a bit intriguing.
But Nangong Jingnv is not in a hurry, she still has the last card in her hand, and she has always had a kind of confidence that as long as Qi Yan is by her side, there is no such thing as failure.
Qi Yan is a person who doesn't make promises easily, but her promises are heavier than a thousand pounds.
Qi Yan accompanied Nangong Jingnv in the mourning hall for a long time, and found an excuse to withdraw...
Early the next morning, on the third day after Nangong Rang's death, General Zhenbei led 80,000 soldiers from Youzhou Prefecture to Beijing. This time Shangguan Wu ordered a total of 100,000 soldiers and horses, and left 20,000 to guard in Gyeonggi. Behind him, the remaining 80,000 people were brought out. He set up camp outside the city and brought only 15 people into the capital.
After the troops were stationed, the scene outside the city gate became even more bizarre.
After Nangong Rang came to power, he implemented a national policy of cutting leeks—exchanging banknotes for salt. Although it solved the problem of the empty treasury in the early days of the founding of the country, it left a bigger long-term hidden danger.
This policy has been implemented for more than ten years, and most of the people in Wei have suffered from it. In addition to the constant natural and man-made disasters in recent years, there are also various forces such as Qiyan's Sifang Bank, which secretly annexed farmers' land, resulting in the loss of a large number of farmers. Fundamentally, many farmers who have survived a cold winter have also come to the end. Although they still have some money left from selling their land, for some reason, the price of food is almost one a day, which is too high for them to accept. They had no choice but to do the work of eating all the grains, eating all the seeds from the spring ploughing in the coming year, hoping that the price of grain would return to normal, but unfortunately the result was destined to disappoint them.
Not to mention that after years of accumulation, under the management of Qian Yuan and Gu Feng, the wealth of Sifang Bank has accumulated to a terrifying level, and there is an unfathomable masked person who is secretly fueling the flames.
And some profiteers who are not benevolent for the rich, are making a fortune in the country.
A few years ago, the victims of the disaster were only found in remote prefectures, and Gyeonggi was considered a prosperous land, but... But after a few years, refugees from Gyeonggi flocked to the emperor's feet.
Outside the capital, the tents of the 80,000 Youzhou troops were well organized, and the air was filled with the fragrance of rice.
At the other end, there were countless refugees. They were yellow-faced and skinny, their clothes were wispy, and they were curled up in the harsh spring cold, looking desperately and sadly at the smoke in the barracks.
And the nobles living in the palace can't see it here.
Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones, but that's what it is.
General Zhenbei brought the army here without even raising his eyelids. In the eyes of Shiqing Shilu's general, these refugees were just ants, and it was a grace not to expel them.
The 80,000 army, the final word.
When Shangguan Wu arrived at Ganquan Palace, he first greeted all the military attachés familiarly, and then went to the mourning hall to perform three kneeling and nine kowtow salutes, shouting to the emperor.
As the son-in-law, Shangguan Wu went to Beijing to go to the funeral without overstepping the rules, but... Shangguan Wu came too quickly, right
The officials are still guessing that the report of the existing patrol battalion has just been delivered to the palace. After Xing Jingfu read it, his face sank: There are tens of thousands of Youzhou soldiers stationed outside the city!
After thinking for a while, he came to Shangguan Wu with the report: "Can General Shangguan bring a sergeant to Beijing this time?"
Shangguan Wu: "Eighty thousand."
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone in the field changed color. Could it be that just after a Nangong Da was calmed down, another Shangguan Wu came
Xing Jingfu: "Lord Shangguan, what does this mean?"
Shangguan Wu Dayi said solemnly: "I urge all the princes to abide by the last emperor's edict!"
Xing Jingfu: "What is the imperial edict?"
Shangguan Wu: "It's the sage's decree!"
Xing Jingfu: "Who testified?"
Nangong Sunv: "Ben Gong can testify that as early as when the father was in critical condition, this palace received the spoken words of the father and asked the sergeant from Youzhou to come to Beijing to defend the dignity of the heavenly family!"
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That night, Nangong Wei and Nangong Zhen were imprisoned in Dali Temple again. Five thousand elite soldiers from Youzhou entered the palace to take over the duties of guarding the palace from the Imperial Forest Army. In addition, another ten thousand elite soldiers were dispatched to the residence of the ministers in the court.
The imperial city changed overnight, and the people all speculated that Shangguan Wu was here to force the palace, and some even said that the emperors had been killed, and Shangguan Wu was about to ascend the throne.
Nangong Bao and Nangongli returned to their respective palaces to pack their bags, and they would go to the ancestral mausoleum early tomorrow morning under the escort of the Imperial Army to retrieve the coffin of the Queen of Yuan Dynasty.
Nangong Jingnu just finished washing up, but a palace maid came to report: "The Eighth Highness has come down."
Nangong Jingnu put on a coat and asked Nangong Bao to be invited in. Fourteen-year-old Nangong Bao was still a half-year-old child, but there was a layer of whiskers on her lips, which was blue and green.
Nangong Jingnv: "Why don't you have a good rest so late, you will leave early tomorrow morning."
Nangong Bao sat opposite Nangong Jingnu and glanced at Qiu Ju.
Nangong Jingnu: "You go down first."
Qiu Ju: "Yes."
Nangong Bao called out, "Third sister." Then he looked straight at Nangong Jingnu, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Nangong Jingnu sighed softly: "If you have anything, just tell me, there are only two of us here."
Nangong Bao: "Third sister, will the throne be mine?"
Nangong Jingnu: "Old eighth?!"
Nangong Bao's face showed stubbornness, and he continued: "Third sister, my brothers are gone. Although seventh brother is a few years older than me, he is not as good as me in terms of background, and I am confident that he is worse than him in terms of ability. I used to love you the most, didn't I tell you who the prince would be?"
Nangong Jingnu was a little stunned. She looked at the fourteen-year-old younger brother in front of her. She was still childish, but her desire for power was no less than that of any royal brother.
Nangong Jingnv was silent for a long time. In her memory, the old eight was still that soft little dumpling, and was always followed by Xiao Jiu.
In my memory, the old man was also very timid. He was afraid of the sixth brother, and he was not close to the other older brothers. Hachiya just blushed and called out her sister, then dragged Xiaojiu away amid Nangong Jingnv's cheerful laughter.
Nangong Jingnu carefully looked at the younger brother in front of her. Nangong Bao seemed to have lost some weight. The fat baby she used to be had disappeared, and she inherited the beautiful appearance of Concubine Li and the perseverance of her father.
There was an indescribable feeling lingering in Nangong Jingnu's heart. At this moment, she suddenly felt very lonely.
Nangong Bao: "The second and fourth are not eligible to inherit the throne. Now only me and the seventh brother and the third sister are left... I want to ask you a question, who do you support?"
Nangong Jingnu's lips moved, and she said quietly: "You and Xiaoqi are both my younger brothers, I..."
Unexpectedly, Nangongbao's face showed disdain. He was not very good at hiding his emotions at a young age, and he seemed more and more disobedient and dazzling.
Nangong Bao said: "Forget it, third sister, seventh brother's withdrawn temperament, you are not afraid that he will exclude us after he ascends the throne? What can he give you? If the third sister fully supports me, I will do whatever the third sister wants! "
Nangong Jingnu: "... Old eight, who taught you these words?"
Nangong Bao: "No one instigated me, I thought of it myself."
Yes, as a prince, some things flow in the bones...
After sending off Nangong Bao, Nangong Jingnu only felt physically and mentally exhausted. She was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and she felt the empty half of the bed. She wanted to cry, but not a single tear came out.
…
The next day, the two princes left Beijing.
Half a month later, Si Jiu led a hundred officials to take out the emperor's decree and read it out in public on the grounds that the oil was running out and the lamp was running out.
In the past two weeks, the courtiers have lived a life of misery. Even when they returned to the palace and entered the palace, they were "escorted" by Youzhou soldiers along the way. They were even ready for the Shangguan Wuhui to force the palace to stand on its own. Bai Ling is ready.
When Si Jiu raised this matter, no one objected. The emperor is fine, just stop torturing them. It’s just this different imperial edict, but it’s like a carriage that has taken off the reins, making these ministers’ hearts skip a beat. up and down...
"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the edict said: I have nine sons when I was born. It is my fault that the eldest son came from a humble background; the two or four sons do not respect filial piety, have no eyes on the ruler, and I hate the art of victory. The position of succession is no longer considered; the three sons are more than strategic and have insufficient minds, so they are not candidates for virtuous rulers; although the five sons are born with deficiencies, I want to entrust them with important tasks, but during their rule of the country, natural disasters and man-made disasters continue, which is an omen of the ancestors showing spirits and warnings from heaven; the sixth sons are stubborn; Seven sons are withdrawn, eight sons and nine sons are not familiar with things, and they may be in danger of foreign relatives…”
When Si Jiu read this, all the ministers were dumbfounded. Generally speaking, the edict is not too long. At most, he will talk about his achievements, and then explain the candidates for the crown prince. However, Nangong asked all the princes from beginning to end. They were rejected one by one, what happened
Nangong Rang's imperial edict was so special that the courtiers ignored many loopholes. For example, when this imperial edict was written, several princes had already died, but in Nangong Rang's writings, it seems that they are still alive? If Nangong Rang didn't know about it, who gave the princes' yin seals
Is this a pretense? Shangguan Wu has already replaced the real imperial decree, and then passed it on to himself
Forty-nine: "It is difficult for many princes to inherit the great line. I am ashamed of the ancestors. However, the country cannot be without a king for one day, and Dawei cannot stop for two generations. My beloved daughter, Nangong Jingnv, is smart, generous, and virtuous. Zhuang Xian, the superior is filial, and the inferior respects the siblings. Until the eve of this crisis, I passed the throne to Nangong Jingnv, and I hope that the ministers will help me with all my strength, and protect me for thousands of generations. I will close my eyes when I die. Qin this!"