The only princess was married. Emperor Xuande was both relieved and reluctant, but the coldness brought by the heavy snow once again stimulated the old wounds on his legs. The same pain can be endured to some extent when you are healthy, pretending to be nothing in front of people, but when you get older and your body loses, you can no longer bear this tormenting old disease.
On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, on the morning of the morning, all the civil and military officials were listed in the hall. The eunuch went to the back hall to report to Emperor Xuande, and Emperor Xuande led Wang En to the front hall unhurriedly. He walked very slowly because of the unbearable pain in his legs, but when Emperor Xuande turned to the front of the hall and walked directly to the dragon chair after crossing a threshold, there was a sudden piercing pain in his legs. Without warning, the pain caused Emperor Xuande's body to twist. If Wang En had not supported him in time, he would definitely have fallen to the ground.
Even so, the ministers took a breath of cold air in unison, Zhao Heng clenched his hands secretly, Prince Gong was not as steady as him, and was anxious to take a few steps forward.
As soon as Emperor Xuande stood firm, he felt everyone was looking at him from the corner of the light, especially the question from the fourth, and Emperor Xuande's eyes sank. He knew he was getting old, but he didn't want to be seen, and he didn't want his courtiers to think he was getting old. An emperor, what does it mean to be old
Letting go of Wang En, Emperor Xuande straightened his waist, endured a heart-wrenching leg ailment, and walked to the dragon chair as if nothing had happened.
Next, everything was the same in the early dynasty, but after the dynasty disbanded, in places where Emperor Xuande could not see or hear, the ministers, especially the civil servants, whispered more. Emperor Xuande was old and weak for all to see. For the stability of the country, the courtiers hoped that Emperor Xuande could establish a crown prince as soon as possible.
These small talk, Zhao Heng heard the wind, but he just pretended not to know, silently doing the political affairs at hand.
Returning to the mansion in the evening, Zhao Heng coaxed a pair of children without leakage. Brother Zhao Zhaoyou was too young to understand the complexities of his father, but Song Jianing quickly saw the melancholy hidden in the calm face of the prince. Among the four royal concubines, Song Jianing does not have the medical skills of Princess Chu Feng Zheng, the ambition of Princess Rui, and the martial arts of Princess Gong Li Mulan, but Song Jianing has a pair of sensitive eyes.
In the previous life, his parents died early and he was raised by his uncle's family. In this life, he remarried with his mother to one of the most powerful mansions in the capital. In his two lifetimes, Song Jianing lived very carefully, observing the people around him almost all the time. Of course, some people's hearts are too deep, and she can't see through just a few polite visits, and the prince's heart is even more profound, but Song Jianing can see him every day, and over time, she can naturally guess .
It was getting dark and Zhao Heng didn't want to sleep, so Song Jianing rested first, and he read a book outside.
He had something on his mind, Song Jianing didn't dare to disturb him, so he obediently went to the inner room, took off his clothes and got into the bed. Song Jianing couldn't sleep. He lay on the outside and stared at the door, guessing what the prince was worried about. Everything at home is fine, the frontier seems to be fine, the throne, Prince Rui is dead, only Prince Gong is left, there is no threat to him at all, Song Jianing has already determined that his prince will ascend to the throne as he did in his previous life...
Song Jianing was puzzled.
He was so absorbed in thinking that he didn't even hear footsteps coming from outside. When Song Jianing responded, Zhao Heng was already in front of him.
"What's wrong?" Sitting on the bed, Zhao Heng smiled and touched her face. It was already one watch, and he thought she fell asleep early, but when he wanted to come in, he saw her lying out, covering her body tightly, only her head was exposed, her jet-black hair lining her white face, as soft as a lilac flower. .
Zhao Heng leaned over and put the fragrance on her lips, the troubles disappeared for the time being, only she looked stupid.
His brows stretched, and there was a smile in his eyes. Song Jianing came up with courage, looked at him and said, "I miss you, why don't you sleep."
Zhao Heng looked at her unexpectedly.
Song Jianing sat up, her long soft hair fell down, her jade-white face was shining under the candlelight, and her eyes were full of him: "If you have something on your mind, you can tell me, maybe I can help you out. What's the idea?"
Zhao Heng smiled. He has something on his mind, but no one can help him, even himself, he is not sure what he wants.
"I'm a little worried about my father's leg ailment." Zhao Heng sighed as he pulled the man into his arms. His father was in such pain, he couldn't bear it.
Song Jianing's brows also wrinkled. She knew that Emperor Xuande's leg disease was at the root of the disease. No matter how many skilled warlocks he had hired, he could not cure it. Song Jianing really wanted to help, but she was born, old, sick, and died, not to mention that she was a common man, and Emperor Xuande was the emperor, so was she powerless
"Royal father likes Zhaozhao and Brother You. I will go to the palace tomorrow?" Song Jianing asked in a low voice, hugging his waist. He couldn't cure Emperor Xuande's body, so he could only find a way to make Emperor Xuande happy.
"Let's pass the time." Zhao Heng kissed the top of her head with a complicated expression. Their husband and wife really wanted to be filial, but at this time, they were afraid that the emperor would misunderstand him and try to please him. As for the royal father's delay in establishing the crown prince, whether he does not want to establish him now, or whether he does not want to establish him, Zhao Heng has been trying to figure it out for several months, but there is no result.
Jiangshan belongs to the father, even if the father is old, he has the final say on who he wants to give.
This is the Son of Heaven, the imperial power.
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Chongzheng Hall.
Emperor Xuande leaned on the heated kang under the quilt, staring out of the glazed window with cloudy eyes, not turning his eyes for a long time. In the spacious and empty inner hall, only Wang En bent over and waited on one side, silent, like a statue.
"Xuan Luyu."
Emperor Xuande spoke suddenly, his voice weak.
After Zhao Pu returned to his hometown, vice-chancellor Lu Yi was promoted to prime minister.
Wang En immediately took orders to make arrangements.
Emperor Xuande finally moved, and when he turned over, his legs were afflicted, and Emperor Xuande took a deep breath. He can hide it from everyone, but he can't hide it from himself. Now he can barely walk away, but no one can tell when his legs will be completely ruined. Emperor Xuande didn't want to give up, he didn't want to admit that he was old, but he couldn't survive.
He is old, really old. If some things are not decided, he will be ashamed of his ancestors and his sons.
Two quarters of an hour later, Lu Wei came in a hurry, bringing in a chill from outside the hall. Looking at Emperor Xuande, Lu Wei bent down and saluted: "Your Majesty..."
Emperor Xuande waved his hand, avoiding the false ceremony, and then motioned for Wang En to go out. After Wang En left, Emperor Xuande patted the place beside him and asked Lu Yi to sit down. Emperor Xuande has been the emperor for so long, and he personally promoted several prime ministers, but he also personally demoted them. After more than ten years, only Lu Wei has always won his heart and held the position of deputy prime minister.
Emperor Xuande trusted this old minister very much.
"I don't go around with you, I just ask you, can King Shou take on a great responsibility?"
Holding Lu Wei's hand, Emperor Xuande asked in a low voice, staring sharply at each other. Lu Wei was also in his fifties, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and more corners of his eyes. Hearing Emperor Xuande's words, Lu Wei was calm, without moving a single fold on his face, looked at Emperor Xuande, lowered his eyes and said, "The emperor has already made a conclusion, why should he ask the old minister."
Emperor Xuande smiled and let go of him.
Yes, he had already come to a conclusion, because he liked the third child and couldn't find a more suitable candidate than the third child, so after knowing that his favorite boss was provoked by Prince Rui, he still endured the pain and guilt, Continue to confine the boss. Why? Because the boss's temper is not suitable for the throne, and once he releases the boss, the ministers will definitely misinterpret his meaning and support the boss one after another, which will mess up the situation.
The throne belongs to the third child, only the third child. He can't add hidden dangers to the third child for the sake of the father-son relationship with the elder.
With a decision made, the next day in the early morning, before the ministers could advise Emperor Xuande to establish a heir, Emperor Xuande issued an edict first, conferring the title of the third prince, Zhao Heng, as the crown prince, and moved to the East Palace on an auspicious day after the year.
"My son, thank your father."
Under the gazes of the ministers, Zhao Heng walked to the center of the hall, kneeling and kowtow without being humble or arrogant.
Emperor Xuande smiled and called his son up.
Zhao Heng stood up straight again. He was in the courtroom, but his heart went to Nangong.
He once promised his brother that he would not be the uncle, but now that the father has entrusted the throne to him, Zhao Heng is willing to promise again that he will not be the father.