For a moment, there was silence in the hall, and no one understood what Wei Lin meant.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Ye. After Jiang Ye coughed a little awkwardly, he adjusted the front of his clothes again, and deliberately suppressed his voice: "Don't get me wrong, that's not what it meant."
Jiang also, as a civilian, was suddenly like a belated savior. He was stared at by everyone, and it was really difficult to adapt.
With Wei Lin by his side, he really had nothing to fear. Jiang also took out the pink-colored sachet from his clothes again, while Wei Lin held a sharp blade and protected him beside him. The moment the sachet was taken out, the Empress and Yuanzhi, as well as several important officials who often went to the palace to face the Holy Spirit, recognized it.
The late emperor liked this sachet very much and often carried it with him.
Could it be that the previous emperor really just randomly found someone to inherit the throne, and the three princes fought back and forth to witness such a result in the end? This is too incredible!
Jiang also took the sachet and took a few steps forward until he came to Yuanzhi's side, first holding the sachet and bowing to Yuanzhi, "Yuanzhi."
Yuan Zhi returned the salute to him blankly, not knowing what he meant.
Wei Lin followed him every step of the way, and then watched as he took out the previous jade pendant from the sachet and handed it to Yuanzhi.
Jiang also continued: "Yuan Xiang, this was given to me by the late emperor before his death."
After he finished speaking, he took out the rice paper that was folded thinly to the size of the palm of his hand and unfolded it carefully. Yuanzhi first looked at the jade pendant, and then handed it to the queen next to it. This jade pendant was indeed something that was worn by the late emperor, and it was difficult to impersonate it.
Knowing this, Jiang Ye's hand was full of words, and it became the object of public attention.
Jiang also sighed sadly. Not because he sighed because of who the emperor was, but because when the emperor died, he was in prison, and he didn't get to see the last side of this sometimes elusive, sometimes kind and loving old man. When I saw the handwriting he wrote again, I couldn't help but feel a little sigh.
Cen Lixuan reminded: "Jiang Ye, you won't make the wrong choice, right?"
Jiang also raised his head and met his eyes.
Originally very familiar people, but at this moment, their eyes are very unfamiliar, as if they have never known each other. Jiang didn't speak, but Wei Lin said: "Ninth prince, threatening him in front of me is the wrong choice."
He said these words with a smile, and everyone present could see Wei Yuanting's shadow in his smile. Looking at Wei Yuanting, who was blushing with anger, the father and son are very different now. One is calm and smiling and hides the knife, and the other is obviously on the verge of rage.
Jiang also handed the things in his hand to Yuanzhi and said, "This is the edict. I'm just a commoner, so the right minister should read it out."
Yuanzhi took it hesitantly, and then his eyes slowly moved away from Jiang Ye's face and landed on the paper. He first looked at the signature at the bottom, and the seal in vermilion, which was indeed written by the emperor himself.
"The first emperor's last edict, Wang Er, Cen Li is near, with outstanding morals, diligent and virtuous, and hereby abides by the mandate of heaven. The special biography is located near Cen Li..."
Yuan's voice is not too small, but the words are sonorous and powerful.
Whether it was Cen Lijin, Cen Liguo, or Xue Ziqin and the other ministers behind them, there was nothing but stunned expression on everyone's face.
No one expected that the previous king had already made a will, and it was handed over to a commoner.
No one could have guessed, and because of this, the widow was brought into the palace by Jiang Ye at this critical moment, and brought to this hall full of blood and blood.
Yuanzhi closed the edict, closed his eyes as if he was relieved, and sighed deeply.
Cen Lijin immediately knelt down to the ground stupidly: "My son... I will obey the last emperor's order."
If it was said that Cen Lixuan was still in an absolute advantage before, then as soon as this edict came out, the situation would be completely reversed. Really realistic? Just because Wei Lin's 10,000 Imperial Guards stood near Cen Li, they would have no chance of winning.
Cen Lixuan looked at Qin Mu and tried to ask for help.
If Qin Mu was on his side, it was not without the strength to fight.
Qin Mu stood there, looked at him for a moment, and then looked away. Then, he approached Cen Li, took a step, knelt on the ground, put his hands in front of him, bowed and said: "Old minister Qin Mu, I respectfully invite the third prince to succeed him."
This action of his became a guiding light, and all the cities in the hall, except Xue Ziqin, all bowed towards Cen Li.
Wei Lin and Jiang also stood at the forefront, with Yuanzhi, and the three of them also approached Cen Li and bowed in a big salute.
"Respectfully invite the third prince to succeed-"
Listening to the sound of swishing in the hall, Xue Ziqin still looked in the direction of Cen Lixuan. Cen Lixuan was small. At first, because of the Xue Jiajun and Qin Mu behind him, no one dared to underestimate him; but when Xue Ziqin looked at him again, his slender body seemed to dissipate in an instant, making people doubt whether he was down. In an instant he will fall.
Although it seemed that he had won, Cen Li was still a little apprehensive at this time. He didn't know if it was because of the previous battle or if the ending was too unexpected.
Cen Lixuan turned around, and those eyes met Xue Ziqin's.
Seeing that Xue Ziqin had no intention of surrendering, Wei Yuanting crouched on the ground but raised his head and scolded: "The last emperor's order, does General Xue still rebel!"
Xue Ziqin turned a deaf ear to his words, as if he didn't hear him at all. Until Cen Lixuan looked at him, an unprecedented relaxed look appeared in his eyes, and he whispered to him as if singing: "General, the situation is over."
Xue Ziqin looked at him, his movements were heavy and powerful, he raised his leg and took a step, then knelt down, put his hands in front of him, and bowed in the direction of the high platform: "I respectfully invite the new emperor to ascend the throne."
Perhaps only he and Cen Lixuan knew that this ceremony of kneeling seemed to be facing Cen Lixuan, but it was actually aimed at Cen Lixuan.
If Cen Lixuan spoke, Xue Ziqin was sure that he would work hard for him, even sacrificing the seven thousand soldiers behind him, just to realize Cen Lixuan's ambition.
Cen Lixuan lowered his head, and others could not see his expression clearly.
Although he never got down on his knees, that might have been a hint—he threw in the towel.
If you lose, it's all over.
"The queen mother is tired, come here." Cen Lijin coughed and calmed down, "Please come back to the palace with the seventh and ninth brothers."
"Yes!" Several imperial guards stepped forward immediately, drove the three of them, and walked outside the hall.
Cen Lixuan didn't like being touched by others, so she gently avoided the guard's hand, raised her head arrogantly, and walked away just like when she came.
out of the hall. Outside stood various soldiers and horses, waiting for their commander-in-chief to issue orders. If it weren't for that edict, perhaps the long steps outside the hall would be covered with bones and blood.
He looked up and saw that it had been cloudy in Japan, and he had guessed that it might rain today. The thick dark clouds had drifted away at some point, just at this time, after the sun had exposed the clouds, golden light sprinkled on the earth.
It is bright.
…
At the enthronement ceremony, Cen Li recently changed his title to Yuntian, and honored his biological mother, Concubine Jin, as the Empress Dowager. For meritorious ministers, such as Wei Yuanting, Qin Mu, Yuanzhi, etc., they were rewarded and continued to be reused. There was no mention of Cen Lixuan and Xue Ziqin's attempt to force the palace.
Cen Li was sitting at the table in the council hall, but in a few days, the gentleness and elegance that he once had between his brows has completely disappeared. Now he is carefully looking at the memorial in his hand, meticulously writing down the Zhu Critic, and putting it back in another place.
"Report to the emperor, General Xue has brought it here." The eunuch in charge said.
Cen Lijin put down his pen, raised his head and said, "Bring it in."
"Yes."
Xue Ziqin, dressed in armor, walked into the hall step by step, his face gloomy. It wasn't until he got to the table that he and Cen Li looked at each other closely before knelt down and salute: "My minister Xue Ziqin sees the emperor."
"General Xue, do you know what I saw with you?"
"I don't know."
"You assist Lao Jiu to force the palace, don't you know why I summoned you?" Cen Lijin said with a smile.
"If the emperor wants the minister to die, the minister has to die." Xue Ziqin raised his head and said, "The minister is a military general, and he doesn't know how to be euphemistic.
"General Xue is very welcome." Cen Li said, most of the smile on his face disappeared. Instead, he sighed with a bit of a headache, and then said, "Get up and talk."
Hearing this, Xue Ziqin was stunned for a while, then stood up and quietly waited for Cen Li to speak.
"The queen mother is also surnamed Xue, and I also have the blood of the Xue family on my body." Cen Lijin said lightly, "General Xue's hard work for Xuan Guo, I will remember it in my heart."
Xue Ziqin did not understand what he meant.
Cen Lijin then stopped beating around the bush, maybe it was someone who was in his position to do something, the former three princes have become the king of a country, and he spoke with grandeur and dignity: "If I ask you to continue to guard the border, for the sake of The country is for the people, are you willing?"
"Chen..." Xue Ziqin hesitated. If Cen Li was about to take his life, that would be normal. The first thing that every emperor does when he succeeds to the throne is to clear away the "remaining sins" left in the past. He Xue Ziqin blatantly supported Cen Lizhen, and it was normal for the emperor to regard him as a remnant. On the contrary, he was so generous that he couldn't figure out what Cen Lijin meant.
"I have just ascended the throne, and I still need to rely on you, the important ministers of the previous dynasty. It is true that the late emperor died before he could establish the reserve. Even if the ninth younger brothers have the intention to fight, it is not surprising." Cen Li said recently, "Thinking of the last moment, you Both of them have been ordered to submit, I feel…”
"It's better to save your life, do your best for Daxuan, and die, what do you think?"
Xue Ziqin suddenly understood why the previous emperor left that edict, perhaps Cen Lijin was the most suitable person to be the emperor.
"My minister, Xue Ziqin, thank the emperor for his kindness." He knelt down again and said, "This minister must strictly guard the border, and never let Dong Ming and Xi Su attack my grand propaganda by half a step!"
"That's very good. I punish you, you will not be allowed to return to the capital within five years, and you will leave in ten days. Retire."
"My minister retire."
Xue Ziqin got up and was about to leave the council hall.
But he only took a step, withdrew his foot, turned around and asked, "What about him?"
"He will be at the Subjugation Stage, and he will die." Of course Cen Lijin knew who Xue Ziqin was asking, "I will not take his life in consideration of his brotherhood."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
When Xue Ziqin walked out of the parliamentary hall, he saw two people walking towards him with a smile on his face. That's right, it was Wei Lin and Jiang Ye who made great contributions this time in assisting Cen Lijin's succession to the throne. The two were still gossiping, and when they saw Xue Ziqin's figure, they suddenly became obscene, and they didn't even dare to speak aloud.
Xue Ziqin walked towards the two of them expressionlessly, and stopped in front of them.
Wei Lin and Jiang also looked at each other, tacitly agreeing to take a detour. However, Xue Ziqin stopped him: "What are you hiding? What are you afraid of if you dare to turn against the water temporarily?"
Afraid that Xue Ziqin would do something terrible because of this matter, Wei Lin subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Jiang Ye and said, "General Xue's words are bad, we are only ordered by the late emperor..." "So I'm really afraid of killing me. You two?" Xue Ziqin asked with raised eyebrows.
Jiang also thought about it carefully. He really hadn't seen Xue Ziqin raising his eyebrows again for some days. Looking at it this way, he suddenly remembered the days when he was in the Northern Army. Perhaps because the expression was too familiar, he suddenly forgot that Xue Ziqin might have murderous intentions towards the two of them, and said boldly, "The general is not so ignorant of right and wrong..."
Xue Ziqin was about to pull out the sword from his waist. With the sound of the sword being unsheathed, Jiang also shrank back, Wei Lin was so frightened that his eyes were closed: "Don't, what is coming at me..."
In the next instant, Xue Ziqin let go of his hand, and the knife fell back into the scabbard, making a crisp sound: "Two cowards."
Jiang Ye: "…"
Wei Lin: "..."
"Forget it, the matter has passed." Xue Ziqin said, "The two of you are also loyal, and it's written off."
If it wasn't for the fact that he went to see Cen Lijin before, the thoughts in his heart had changed a little bit, maybe he would really hold revenge. But if you think about it carefully, Jiang Ye and Wei Lin really did nothing wrong. On the contrary, it was precisely because Jiang also took out that edict that he avoided a fierce battle between the armies in the capital.
That's right, no one is right, it's just good to win the king and lose the bandit and save a life. Xue Ziqin thought so, stretched out his hand and flicked the two on the foreheads twice, "This is the punishment for betraying Lao Tzu!"
"Ouch!" Wei Lin hurriedly covered his forehead and shouted resentfully, "I'm the commander of the Imperial Guard anyway, can you give me some face..."
"What kind of face do you have..." Jiang also covered his forehead, but scolded Wei Lin.
"But the emperor summoned the two of you?" Xue Ziqin said sternly.
"Yes." Jiang also nodded obediently.
"Okay, I will return to the north in ten days. If you still want to come under my command, you must hurry up." After Xue Ziqin finished speaking, he strode away.