In the dilapidated Luoyang Palace, a plain white piece was replaced. The coffin of Emperor Daxing had already entered the main hall and was placed between the two thresholds. The crying ceremony was also held for three days. One of the royal relatives and three important officials all cried with red eyes and hoarse voices. Today, however, no one showed any signs of fatigue.
Today is the day when the prince is the emperor. After a lot of arrangements, Sima Tan, the king of Qinghe, finally accepted the throne of the crown prince and became the official heir of this great dynasty. The court has no objection to this result. Even the queen of sheep, who has been outnumbered and established, has shown a high degree of support. After all, if it was Sima Chi, she could still only be the queen. And if a nephew like Sima Tan succeeds to the throne, she can be promoted to the empress dowager.
However, looking at the young prince in mourning clothes, Sima Yue felt a little uncomfortable. After a brief resistance, the child who was less than thirteen and still in the prime of his life recognized the position of supremacy. It's not panic, nor is it arrogant, on the contrary, there is a kind of shocking silence. It's like knowing your future path ahead of time.
This kid really can't stay for long. Sima Yue thought to himself, but his actions became more and more humble. According to the etiquette system, as the head of the three dukes, before the late emperor's coffin, he announced the "Shangshu Guming", asking the prince to be the emperor, and the queen to be the empress dowager. After the approval, the ministers withdrew and changed their mourning clothes into auspicious clothes. Entered the temple again, read the policy, passed the jade seal, and ascended the steps to become the emperor.
When Sima Tan was sitting in the main hall wearing the hastily changed Gong Mian, all the ministers fell down, saying long live. The new emperor of Jin Dynasty has finally settled down. After that, the ceremony had to stop for a while, and then turned into a fierce funeral ceremony for the late emperor, and the official enthronement would not be complete until after visiting the temple.
Only this time, both the funeral and the ceremony were extremely simple. The Luoyang Palace had long been robbed by Zhang Fang. Not to mention the thick burials that prevailed in the past dynasties, even thin burials are not worthy of everything. Most of the dresses of the new emperor were changed from those of the previous emperor. Fortunately, those murderers who murdered the king never took the emperor's seal, otherwise the scene would have been so ugly.
Just like a clay puppet, Sima Tan completed the full set of rituals according to the rituals. Never said a word of nonsense. It wasn't until all the ceremonies were completed and all the ministers withdrew, that he asked softly, "I don't know what is the posthumous title of Emperor Daxing?"
Sima Yue was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied, "It's the word 'hui'."
In "Posthumous Law Interpretation", love for the people is called Hui, and softness and kindness to the people are called Hui. It's a posthumous title. Just as an emperor, such a quality is not very suitable. A person who should not be an emperor became the ruler of the world, which has only caused chaos for more than ten years.
The little emperor's eyes drooped slightly, and it took a long time before he said, "For the affairs of the court, I will ask Taifu."
These words seemed to be soft on him, and it was as if the emperor recognized the reality and no longer struggled. Sima Yue sneered in his heart, and nodded humbly: "I will live up to His Majesty's trust."
Down is to bury the late emperor and pay homage to the Taimiao Temple. However, no one could have expected that on the day when Emperor Hui of Jin was officially buried, the sun wheel in the sky suddenly turned red, the sun was scattered, and the ground was like blood. This was a weather change that Tai Shi Ling had not predicted, and for a while, there were rumors up and down the court.
"The emperor is wronged, and the king is blind."
Who this prophecy means is known to the world. Three days later, with the support of the defeated King of Dongping and Liu Qiao, the former governor of Yuzhou, Sima Ying, the king of Chengdu, proclaimed himself emperor in Jingzhou. Since then, the two emperors have stood side by side, forming a trend of chasing horns.
※
"The King of Chengdu is also proclaimed emperor?" In the spacious hall, an old man wearing a beam crown and a Chinese costume asked with his beard.
Although he was over fifty years old, he did not show any signs of aging. On the contrary, his eyes were black and bright, revealing an incomparable power and cunning, like a fox.
Beside him, a young man with a face like him said: "That's true. The King of Chengdu not only proclaimed the emperor, but also bluntly said that the King of the East Sea killed the previous emperor and established a new monarch without authorization, which will lead to changes in the sky. According to the law, he should succeed him. This is the right one. Your lord, are we still serving the King of the East Sea this time?"
The person sitting there was Wang Jun, the hussar general who had just been conferred by the court, the military governor of Dongyi and Hedong, and the governor of Youzhou. It can be said that this person is the true master of Youzhou and Pingzhou. In the previous several battles between Sima Yue and Sima Ying, he played a huge role, leading the Xianbei Huma to attack Yecheng and go down to Chang'an, winning the final victory for the King of the East Sea.
Wang Jun snorted when he heard the words: "Do you think we are serving the King of the East Sea?"
Knowing that he was missing, he quickly said, "Sir, forgive me. It's just that the court has changed. How should Youzhou deal with it?"
"Sima Yue is dazed, Sima Ying is humble, it's better to do things on your own than to attach to the two." Wang Jun sneered, "Shiro, do you know, who is the strongest soldier right now?"
"It's Xianbei!" Wang Ying replied without hesitation.
Yes. The strongest soldiers in the world today are the two Xianbei troops under Wang Jun. He replaced two sons-in-laws with two concubines, and also let Duan and Yuwen take care of him. And in the war that took several years, he was the one who got the biggest result. How much silk can you get for looting two big cities no less than Luoyang? Today, Xianbei and Youzhou are no longer bitter and cold.
"Since there are such strong soldiers? Why should you work for the Sima Clan?" Wang Jun finally revealed his trump card.
Although he has lived in Youzhou for a long time, he has never stopped paying attention to the situation in the Central Plains. Before sending troops, but to accumulate strength. Now, he has the political leverage he needs. When the new emperor succeeded to the throne, Sima Yue, in order to win over himself, would definitely add a seal. This time, I am afraid it will be Sikong.
And if at this moment, Sima Yue and Sima Ying fight again? He will still stand on the side of the King of the East Sea, but because the foundation of the King of Chengdu is in Jizhou, and Jizhou is connected to Youzhou, he is bound to win!
"Since there are two emperors standing side by side, it is not impossible to have three. There are so many Sima descendants in the world, why should Zhengshuo ask the source?" Wang Jun's slender fox eyes showed greed, "The kingdom has come to a dead end, and there is no need to stop it. If you can get secluded, flat, Ji, and four prefectures, and take Luoyang directly, it is not a bad idea!"
This was the first time Wang Jun had spoken his heartfelt words, and Wang Ying, who was sitting in the lower seat, felt his hair stand up all over his body. This is to do Wei Wu things! With the Son of Heaven to command the feudal lords, who can hold a heavy army unmoved
"But Bingzhou, how to get it?" Wang Ying couldn't help but ask.
Today, Bingzhou is the territory of the Xiongnu, and Tuoba Xianbei is also entrenched here. Even Wang Jun is not good at sending troops to plot.
"A few days ago, I heard from your uncle that you want to marry the daughter of Wang's family to Liang Zixi, the prefect of Shangdang. It is better to take this opportunity to ask the prefect of Liang to come out and talk. Bingzhou is the foundation of Wang's family. I will not refuse." Wang Jun said coldly.
For the Taiyuan Wang family, Wang Jun's emotions are extremely complicated. He is a concubine himself, and his mother has a low status and is despised by his father and his clansmen. It's just that his father had no direct son, so he let him inherit the title. After that, Wang Jun left Bingzhou and brought his family to Youzhou, where he took root on the back cover and never returned to his homeland for a long time. But if there is a chance, to regain the state and let those arrogant clansmen obey him, wouldn't it be a shameless pleasure
Hearing this, Wang Ying's eyes lit up: "Liang Zixi once won the city in the solar eclipse, and he has the name of a Buddhist, so he is not a prudent person! Your words are reasonable! I will go to see him in person in a few days! "
Although Wang Ying is only the son of Wang Jun, his status and seniority are still there. It is not rude to interview relatives of the same generation on behalf of the father.
Seeing that his son understood the twists and turns involved, Wang Jun nodded with satisfaction: "This matter is about the great cause, so be cautious. There is also the emperor's heir, so you should prepare quietly, and don't make it public."
Wang Ying nodded again and again, and chatted with his father for a long time before retreating.
Returning to his mansion, he first found a confidant and explained the matter in detail: "This time the matter is very important, I am afraid that Zhang will join the army and accompany me."
The tall, handsome man on the opposite side should hand over his hand: "Young master, don't worry, Dian Bi will inquire about the foundation of Liang Taishou."
Seeing that the thoughtful advisor also made a promise, Wang Ying could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. This trip to the state should go smoothly.
However, what he didn't know was that after Zhang Canjun left the lobby, he immediately returned to the courtyard where he lived, wrote a letter in cursive and handed it to the servant: "Send this letter to Jibei and give it to Qiniang."
Originally, he thought that he would never be able to send letters again, but who would have expected such an opportunity! Now that he has finally made it to the hands of Wang Junshu's son, how can he leave all the calculations to others? Bingzhou, he is going to have a good time!
※
Returning to Shangdang, Yi Yan went directly to the government office, and was delayed in Leping for more than half a month. He never expected to hear the news of the national mourning. At this time, how could he leave the protagonist's side
Walking quickly into the study, he saw the plain figure at a glance. Dressing in plain clothes did not detract from the person's appearance, but added a bit of elegance to him. Looking from a distance, people couldn't look away.
His heart tightened, he stepped forward and said: "My lord, please mourn for the national mourning."
Looking at his nervous appearance, Liang Feng snorted: "Cut down is a courtesy of a courtier, not just me, everyone in the prefect's mansion will be in mourning, don't worry about Bo Yuan."
Hearing this, Yi Yan breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up: "The subordinates have wiped out the Le bandit bandits, and the city of Jinyang has also fallen into his hands."
What I want is this kind of news, Liang Feng praised: "It's so good! I'll let Wen Qiao go to take charge of Fuyang and run the rear."
There are many mountains and forests over there, but there are also pastures and minerals, making it a pretty good construction base. Wen Qiao is also a solid and capable minister, and he will definitely be able to manage a county in a short period of time.
Seeing the happy look on the lord's face, Yi Yan only felt that his whole body was relieved by two points, and said: "This time there are more than 1,000 troops, and the old camp of mountain bandits is also surrendered, which is a lot of money. The money and population will be transported in batches. Back to the party…”
"You don't have to bring them all back. If there are refugees who can be resettled, just put them in Jiyang. This matter will be handed over to Master Duan." Liang Feng thought for a while before answering simply.
Anyway, they are all engaged in construction, and Leping also needs to plan well, but they don't need to be all in their hands.
When asked about the reactions of the officials in Leping, Liang Feng was relieved. It seems that the person in charge of Leping is not a talented person. When a frog is boiled in warm water, there is always a time when it is cooked.
After carefully explaining the official business, Yi Yan hesitated for a while and said, "In the event of a national mourning, the lord's marriage..."
"There's no need to worry about this." Liang Feng smiled. "King Dongyan will not return to Bingzhou in a short time. The marriage can be continued after the national mourning is over. For Wang Zhongzheng, I also sent a letter to apologize and chose another auspicious day."
That tiny hope was crushed to pieces, Yi Yan's throat trembled, and she closed her mouth.
Liang Feng seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and joked: "By the way, you are twenty this year, right? Are you still not ready to marry a wife in a weak year?"
These words immediately made Yiyan's back froze, and he suppressed the pain in his heart.
This is Huo Qubing's most famous sentence. The champion of the year was to go on an expedition to the Huns for the sake of the Han. Today, he is also fighting against the Huns in Bingzhou and defending his homeland. Using this sentence as an excuse should not make people suspicious.
However, Liang Feng heard the words and raised his eyebrows: "This is not a good thing, don't mention it in the future!"
It's okay to take Huo Qubing as an idol, but these words are simply planting a flag for yourself. Huo Qubing died young and only lived to be twenty-three years old. He didn't want Yiyan to do the same!
One sentence was not enough, and Liang Feng couldn't help but said again: "The battlefield is infinite, but your life is far more important than anything else. Don't fight too hard!"
The unexpected consolation made Yi Yan's bloody heart tense and rubbed severely. Bowing his head deeply, he whispered, "This subordinate saves it."
Seeing the person in front of him with a straight, sword-like figure, Liang Feng sighed in his heart. It's time to find a family for this little guy. Maybe after marrying a wife, his increasingly deep evil spirit can be softened a little. After all, people are not weapons. Those who are too strong are easy to break. It is not a good thing to always be so tense.
Thinking of this, Liang Feng smiled slightly: "Nowadays, we can't dance at the national mourning. If there is nothing in the army, just stay and play chess with me. Go is fine, but this military flag has not been played with me for a long time."
Time passed by like water in the past, how could Yi Yan resist: "I have nothing to do with this subordinate."
"Remember to use all your strength, but I want to see your formation technique, you can make progress." Liang Feng smiled slightly, and summoned his maid, a little chessboard, and spread it out between the two.
Yi Yan glanced at the casual smile on the man's face, lowered his eyes, and silently placed the chess pieces.
The author has something to say: "Book of Jin": In the fifth month of the first year of Guangxi, in Renchen and Guisi, the sun was scattered and red like blood, and the ground was red. Jiawu is the same. Zhan said, "Your Majesty is blind."
Guangxi Nian is simply a collection of astronomical changes, no wonder the world is in chaos.