The long street was silent, and the lights on the street corners were lit quietly in the night. The sky gradually turns dark blue, and the morning in Chang'an is approaching.
At two o'clock in the morning, there were already ministers on the four streets and eight alleys rushing to the palace to attend court.
In the palace, as far as the eye can see, everything is white, shining with a continuous silver light, like rolling snow-capped mountains.
It is surrounded by green branches and jade leaves, and the majestic palace is decorated with pink jade, and the color is magnificent.
The courtiers filed into the Hall of Supreme Harmony one by one. Before the emperor arrived, they walked in groups to Xiao Yanjun's side to salute and exchange greetings.
It wasn't until the golden bells and jade chimes rang in the palace that the ministers retreated to their positions and stood in order to welcome the emperor.
Although separated by Danbi and the curling incense in the distance, the courtiers below could still clearly see the emperor's face, which looked obviously pale and haggard.
He was supported by Eunuch Li and his steps were slightly staggering. Although his back was still straight, he could not hide his illness.
After the court rites are completed and the mountains shout long live.
The emperor did not wait for the ministers to start their speech, but instead spoke first: "I didn't sleep well yesterday. If there is nothing urgent, we can discuss it later."
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers looked at each other in confusion. They originally wanted to mention the matter of establishing a prince, but now it was difficult for anyone to be the first to come forward.
Finally, Min Zhisong, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, came forward: "Your Majesty, although Yuan Guangyi, the envoy of Taiyuan Hospital, has offended Long Wei and frightened people's hearts, it is understandable for the emperor to take him to the Ministry of Punishment. But Taiyuan Hospital must appoint an envoy to serve, Long Ti Health is the wish of my heart, but it is better for the imperial doctors to come and check my pulse."
Min Zhisong's words were a good start. As soon as he came to the meeting, he mentioned the appointment of officials within the scope of his responsibilities.
Secondly, by the way, I mentioned the Emperor’s holy body, Gong’an.
In addition, the emperor really looked tired today, and all the ministers agreed.
"Then bring someone up according to his official position in the Taiyuan Hospital, and then let him come and see me. As for the consultation, I will be fine. I was fine, but what you did like this made people panic." The emperor swept away the ministers. After a quick glance, his eyes finally fell on Min Zhisong.
"Yes, the official department will take care of it now." Min Zhisong felt a burst of pressure all over his body when he locked eyes with him.
He originally wanted to recommend another imperial doctor to take the position, but although the emperor did not say this directly, it was equivalent to appointing Xiang Chengfang to be promoted to the position of envoy.
He had no choice but to respond, bowed and stepped back.
Seeing him retreating, Yu Bangzhen, the minister of Honglu Temple, gritted his teeth and stood up: "Your Majesty, the best way to calm people's panic is to establish a prince, which can calm the hearts of the people in the world."
Min Zhisong glanced at Yu Bangzhen slightly worriedly. This was not the best time to bring up this matter.
He had just persuaded the emperor to see the imperial doctor, and Yu Bangzhen on the other side raised the issue of establishing a heir. This clearly meant that the emperor was not in good health and he should quickly find a son to succeed him.
However, Yu Bangzhen had already said these words, and the remaining ministers who followed Xiao Yanjun's lead had to go up and echo him whether they wanted to or not.
Today, Xiao Yanjun not only has the support of most people in the palace.
At present, the voice in the hearts of the people is also very high.
As for Xiao Zimu, another popular candidate for the crown prince, because he said a few words to Xia Chu in the hall of Dali Temple, he had a complicity in the hearts of the people.
They hated Xia Chu so much that naturally Xiao Zimu's original position in their hearts also plummeted.
As long as the emperor is willing to nod his head to discuss this matter, there is really no one else who can compare with the radiant Xiao Yanjun.
Therefore, the ministers on Xiao Yanjun's side persuaded the emperor even harder, following Yu Bangzhen's words and admonishing the emperor: "Establish the crown prince early. The emperor is in his prime. He has time to cultivate slowly, establish authority, consolidate the foundation, and settle the world. People’s hearts.”
"Please, Your Majesty, please calm the hearts of the people of the world and establish a crown prince as soon as possible." The ministers knelt down and shouted.
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, there were only a few scattered people standing there, which seemed particularly abrupt.
"What do you think, Prime Minister Ju?" The emperor looked at Prime Minister Ju, who was standing aside with his head bowed.
"Establishing a crown prince is a big deal, and it is also the wish of the subjects, but..." Prime Minister Ju looked embarrassed. He really couldn't kneel down at this time, and wanted to try to postpone this day.
Who would have thought that before he could say the next words, he was interrupted by Shi Fuqiu: "Your Majesty, even Prime Minister Ju thinks it is the wish of the subjects. This naturally includes himself and Taihe. All the courtiers in the palace, the general also agree very much."
Prime Minister Ju couldn't help but accuse him of talking nonsense. He was frozen there for a moment, not knowing how to refute, but unwilling to obey.
The emperor's eyes dimmed and he lowered his eyelids: "What do you think, Taifu Wu?"
Taifu Wu frowned and stroked his beard: "I feel that there are many things to do at the end of the year. For example, Prince Yu is about to marry the Mongolian princess, the fifth prince is about to arrive in Beijing, the New Year is approaching, and the emperor has to go to heaven on the first day of the new year. Pray for blessings at Yan Temple, the beginning of spring is also the crowning birthday of His Highness King Mo... "
General Shi rolled his eyes when he heard this, and couldn't help but say: "When has the imperial court ever been free? According to you, as long as there is something going on in the imperial court, the appointment of the crown prince should be postponed forever?"
"Yes, yes, General Shi is right."
"This is about the people of the world and the foundation of the country. How can we delay it for other things?"
"The matter of establishing a heirloom is such a big deal, we can't waste it forever..."
Voices of agreement from the court sounded one after another, making Wu Taifu's face feel a little embarrassed.
Xie Jiming looked surprised when he saw the emperor. He took the initiative to step out at this moment without waiting for him to call his name: "Taifu Wu hasn't finished speaking yet. General Shi has gone too far. Wei Chen holds the post of Minister in the Ministry of Rites, and now he is just doing business." Prince Yu’s wedding and the fifth prince’s arrival in Beijing are already very stressful, and even if he is appointed a prince at this time, he will be too busy, so why not let the ministers discuss the matter first, and it will not be too late to register him in the spring.”
There was nothing wrong with what he said, and the people on Xiao Yanjun's side really couldn't find a reason to refute it.
In addition, Xie Jiming's words were actually a sign of relief, at least the matter of registration was settled for discussion in advance.
Now that everything has been discussed, the spring registration ceremony will be far away.
"There are many things at the end of the year, thank you for your hard work." Xiao Yanjun was the one who figured it out first. He took the lead and praised Xie Jiming, but he was extremely smart and did not mention a word about establishing a reserve.
But as soon as he said these words, the people below naturally knew what he meant, and they all agreed: "I feel that what Master Xie said is very reasonable. I will discuss it first, and then leave it to the emperor to make a decision."
When the matter was over, the emperor stood up and said, "My dear friends, please discuss this first."
Xiao Yanjun pursed his lips and suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise: "My son, I would like to send my father the best..."
(End of chapter)