(Brothers and sisters, there is one thing to announce, that is: there will be no monthly pass for the celebration of Yu Nian this month.
The reason for this is that I will leave Shanghai and go north soon. For the whole of July, I cannot guarantee a very stable update, and I am afraid that I cannot guarantee the quality. For example, in the past, I am sorry and cannot describe it in detail. Thank you all with a bow.
This month, please vote for those writers who are more diligent and attentive. This is not hypocrisy. It is really self-blame after sitting in front of the computer for two hours in a daze, but unable to write a word. )
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The city is full of plains, a piece of onyx white, like a heavy snowfall in September, the snowflakes are scattered around the imperial city, and the houses are everywhere. Not real snow, just white cloth, white paper, white lights, white hangings, white lanterns.
The whiteness is really clean, and the clean people suppress their sorrow and crying in their lungs, for fear of disturbing the saddest day in the twenty years of the Qing Dynasty.
After all, it is impossible to hide the news of His Majesty's death forever, especially when the rumors are getting more and more popular. Then the obituary that shocked the world was sent out.
The people in Kyoto were already mentally prepared, but once they got the confirmation from the imperial court and saw the big white lanterns hanging from the square corner towers of the imperial city, they still received a huge shock. People tend to think of the benefits of a person only after his death—no matter what kind of temperament His Majesty Qing's emperor is, at least during the more than 20 years he ruled Qing, the lives of the people of Qing were , the happiest time ever.
Therefore, the capital was full of mourning all night.
The emperor died of illness on the top of Dadong Mountain. This is the truth that the dignitaries of the Qing Kingdom want to tell the people of the Qing Kingdom. As for the real truth, it may take a few years before it will be revealed gradually, and it will rush into the hearts of the people of Qing Kingdom like a flood. Interests.
Before the day when the whole country mourned, Kyoto had already turned into a white world. However, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites and the Zhengqing of the Honglu Temple should have died with His Majesty on the top of the distant Dadong Mountain, so the execution of the corresponding system always seemed a bit unsatisfactory, like a sobbing tragedy, always forced to break in the middle After a few pauses.
It was precisely because of these unsatisfactory conditions that the big figures in the inner court were more in a state of panic than sadness. Although His Majesty the Emperor has not made any surprising moves over the years, and appears to be moderate and quiet, the dead man is Emperor Qing after all, and is the core of the entire Qing Kingdom spirit!
After everyone got used to being sad, they began to feel the absurdity. How could His Majesty, the emperor who was so amazing and talented, who had a great ambition to rule the world in his heart, pass away so quietly? It's not that the departure of His Majesty the Emperor is unacceptable, it's just that no one seems to be able to accept this way of leaving.
This way of leaving was too quiet and weird.
The ruler passed away without a sound, what will be... what will welcome the Qing Dynasty
Is it the collapse after the turmoil? Is it a rebirth from the ashes after a smooth succession
Seeking stability out of fear, people's minds are settled, everyone turned their attention to the dragon chair in the Tai Chi Hall, eagerly hoping that a prince could quickly sit on that chair with his buttocks, and stabilize the Qing Dynasty's government.
The crown prince is naturally the first choice, no matter in terms of title, relationship with the queen mother, or the perception of the ministers, it stands to reason that the crown prince should inherit the throne. However, as we all know, the biggest purpose of His Majesty the Emperor's trip to Dongshan to worship heaven is to abolish the crown prince...
Some people think of something, want to understand something, but dare not say anything. Those ministers who entered the palace crying, looked at His Highness the Crown Prince who was crying bitterly while holding on to the coffin, feeling extremely chill and awe in their hearts, as if they saw a young Emperor, reborn next to the coffin and crying bitterly.
The truth about the Dadongshan incident is circulating among the officials, and it seems to be related to Mr. Fan. Some people believe it, some people don't. But Fan Xian disappeared, perhaps died on Dadong Mountain, or absconded in fear of crime, leaving the child in the womb of his father and wife, and ran to a distant foreign country.
The ministers knew that if Mr. Fan didn't have the ability to shake the sky, then he would have to bury his name in the dark from now on, and the general situation...is set.
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The Empress Dowager sat at the gate of the Hanguang Hall, listening to the bursts of crying coming from the back of the hall, her brows were frowned imperceptibly, and a trace of grief flashed in the eyes of the old man. However, she knew that now was not the time for her to be unrestrained and sad. She had to hand over the Qing Kingdom to the next generation in order to truly rest.
Outside the door, according to the old customs of the place where the Li family made its fortune, there is a brass basin, in which some paper money used by people in the market place is burned. The yellow paper money gradually burned to ashes, as if it was a sign of the impermanence of life, no matter how glorious a life is, it will only turn into a cloud of smoke and ashes in the end.
The whole palace is busy, busy in the depression and tension, the inner palace wall is not high, and the tops of the white flags purchased by the inner court can be faintly seen, rushing on the wall, heading towards the direction of the front palace. In the Tai Chi Hall, something will happen today that will determine the future direction of the Qing Kingdom, and everyone's eyes are fixed there.
In contrast, Hanguang Hall is a bit deserted here. The Empress Dowager withdrew her muddy eyes from the tops of the white flags, and said in a slightly sandy voice: "The imperial court cannot be chaotic, so it doesn't matter if there is some chaos in the palace today."
Then she turned her head to look at the old minister beside her, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "You are a senior minister, and you are trusted by His Majesty. At this juncture, you should consider for the court."
Shu Wu half hunched, looked at the gradually extinguished flames in the yellow basin with old and quiet eyes, and said in a suppressed voice: "I understand, but your Majesty's will is here, and I dare not disobey it."
A jumping flame flashed in the Empress Dowager's eyes, and it went out after a while. She gently reached out and threw the unopened letter into the copper basin.
The edict written by Emperor Qing himself on the eve of his assassination, designating the heir to the Qing throne, has gradually become a useless piece of paper money in honor of himself.
Shu Wu stared at the letter in the copper basin, without saying a word for a long time.
"Since the person has gone, what he said is no longer important." The queen mother suddenly coughed, coughing very hard, and took a long time to calm down and breathe rapidly, looking at Shu Wu, with a very sincere expression There was a gentle tone in his eyes that should never have been there: "For the future of Qing Kingdom, what the truth is is never important, isn't it?"
After Shu Wu was silent for a long time, he shook his head: "Empress Dowager, I'm just a scholar. I only know that the truth is the truth, the holy will is the holy will, and I'm your majesty's subject."
"You have done your best." The Queen Mother looked at him calmly, "You have done your duty as a courtier. If you have a chance to see Fan Xian again, remember to tell him that the Ai family will give him a chance to clear his name." , as long as he stands up."
Shu Wu felt a chill in his heart, knowing that if Master Xiao Fan really entered the palace to meet the Queen Mother last night, he would have become a prisoner at this time, officially the real murderer of His Majesty's assassination, and the salute before the crown prince ascended the throne.
He bowed to the ground and said respectfully, "I'm going to the Tai Chi Hall."
The queen mother smiled and shook her head: "Go, you know, everything is predestined, since it cannot be changed, any attempt to change will only make things worse, so why change?"
Shu Wu is a veteran minister of the Qing Kingdom. He is revered in the hearts of the common people, and his disciples are all over the court. However, this person is born with a stubborn temperament. Today, at the ceremony of the crown prince's enthronement, he forced to see the queen mother regardless of life and death, intending to change the matter.
Only this old minister is qualified to do this matter. If it were another official, I am afraid that he would have already become a ghost under the palace wall by this time. Emperor Qing's new funeral and the Crown Prince's ascension to the throne, at this juncture, the Empress Dowager focused on stability and would not persecute this old minister too much.
But Shu Wu couldn't change anything, if he was smart, he would quietly wait for the crown prince to ascend the throne, and then immediately beg for the bones and return to his hometown.
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Shu Wu walked to the gate of the Tai Chi Hall alone, without hearing the greetings from the officials in plain clothes, nor the voice of Hou Gonggong to announce the prince's order to invite the great scholars into the hall. He just stood at the gate of the palace in a daze, looking at the messy sacrificial procession in the square in front of the palace, at the white flags erected upright, at the officers and soldiers of the forbidden army on the imperial city who were vigilantly looking around, listening to the sound from afar. There were bursts of firecrackers in the room, and the stern sound of whips outside the palace gate, he suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing into his head, making his head dizzy.
From this moment on, Master Shu's head has been so dizzy that he walked into the empty Tai Chi Hall like a wooden man, and stood in the second position of the civil service team, feeling a little confused.
He didn't hear what the queen mother behind the bead curtain beside the dragon chair said in a slightly sad voice, nor did he hear the sincere crying of the eldest prince, the second prince, the third prince, the sons and grandsons of the dragon, and he didn't hear The cries of ministers of the Qing Kingdom echoed in the palace.
Only occasionally a few words caught his ears, such as Fan Xian, such as treason, such as wanted, such as ransacking the house...
Master Shu dazedly knelt down with the ministers, then stood up dazedly, and stood aside. Hu Dashi in front of him looked at him with concern, conveying reminder and vigilance with his eyes, but concealed the chill in his heart very well.
All the courtiers concealed it very well, only sad, but not moved.
Shu Wu frowned, and couldn't hear any sound in his ears. Looking at the familiar colleagues in the queue, he felt so strange at this moment, especially the Hu Dashi who was in front of him. The two were inseparable, although From last night till now, there is no time to say anything at all, but outside the palace today, he once hinted to Master Hu.
Why is Master Hu so calm
Shu Wu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and suddenly his body trembled, and his ears, which had been deaf for a long time, suddenly regained their hearing at this moment, and heard the sound of gongs, drums, and silk bamboo outside the Taiji Hall.
He opened his mouth, only then did he realize that he had finished what he should say, the prince... is going to ascend the throne!
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Shu Wu's abnormal state today fell into the eyes of many people. But all the ministers in the court knew that the late emperor and Shu Wu had always enjoyed each other as monarchs and ministers. When they suddenly heard the news of His Majesty's death, the old scholar was overwhelmed by the emotional shock.
However, the queen mother who was sitting beside the dragon chair behind the bead curtain had been staring coldly at Shu Wu's every move. She turned her gaze, and an eunuch walked up behind Shu Wu, ready to help the old scholar. Go take a break.
The prince's eyes fell on Shu Wu, and he forced his grief to say: "The old scholar goes to the side hall to rest for a while." Then he stopped glancing at the crowd, and did not look at the brothers under the steps. He calmed down and turned to the dragon Go in the direction of the chair.
Standing in front of the dragon chair, the prince looked down at the brothers and courtiers who were kneeling on the ground, knowing that when he sat down, he would become the fifth monarch since the founding of the Qing Kingdom, controlling the life and death of hundreds of millions of people. By.
This is the goal he has been striving for for a long time. For this goal, he has been terrified, jealous, and debauched. However, he finally learned the forbearance, calmness, waiting... viciousness of his father.
When such a target was suddenly within reach, Prince Li Chengqian's mood was so calm that he even felt a little weird.
The prince lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the second brother below, and seeing the calm and gentle expression on his face, for some reason, he remembered Fan Xian who had sneaked into the capital.
The news that Fan Xian was alive came back from the direction of Dongshan Road last night. It was as if a sugar thorn had grown in the prince's heart, sweet and painful. For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Fan Xian was alive, but for the following...Second brother? A sneer flashed in the prince's heart, the Ye family's army was not far from the capital, and the second brother's heart was still so difficult to calm down.
"Please ascend the throne, Your Majesty."
"Please ascend the throne, Your Majesty."
If so three times, Prince Li Chengqian bowed three times to show his awe of heaven, earth and people. Then he straightened up and looked at the kneeling officials in the hall, as if he saw hundreds of millions of people in the whole world looking at him. Kneeling, a sense of satisfaction of controlling the world with his hands spontaneously emerged, but it disappeared after a while. He only felt that this matter was very boring, and it was boring.
"Perhaps I am the only emperor who sits on the dragon chair frowning."
Thinking of this, Li Chengqian sighed in a corner of his heart, turned around and bowed respectfully to the queen mother, and then sat down on the dragon chair.
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Shu Wu felt that he was really dizzy. At such a solemn and solemn moment when all the court was quiet and all the officials were kneeling, he actually knelt down on his knees, took two steps outside, came under the dragon chair, and kowtowed to the ground. , shouted loudly: "No!"
As soon as the word must not be said, everyone in the hall became terrified. The Queen Mother's face sank behind the bead curtain. Several eunuchs began to walk towards the direction of Master Shu. On the contrary, it was Prince Song who was about to sit on the dragon chair. He breathed a sigh of relief, because he finally understood what his previous doubts were.
Yes, enthronement cannot be so smooth, there will always be some twists and turns.
However, after Shu Wu shouted these two words, he got rid of those dizzy states. The old scholar took a deep breath and felt unprecedentedly clear. He knew what he should do.
Master Xiao Fan wanted to borrow his own bones, so he threw the old bones out, which can be regarded as repaying His Majesty's kindness of knowledge and understanding over the years, and the people of Qing Kingdom for their trust in officials.
Shu Wu didn't even look at the eunuch who was helping him, straightened his body, looked at the queen mother behind the bead curtain, and the prince in front of the dragon chair, with all his strength, fighting for the honor and disgrace of his life, fighting for the life and death of his family, calling out his sadness road.
"When your majesty is coming to heaven, there is a will, the crown prince...cannot succeed to the throne!"
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