August 15th, the night of the full moon. It is said that those who do things tonight will be like the moon in the sky and will have a happy ending.
Wei Zhongxian summoned Gu Bingqian in the mansion.
Gu Bingqian was the former chief assistant of the cabinet, and he is now a scholar. He was supposed to return to his hometown of Kunshan, but he did not leave Beijing for some reason. Wei Zhongxian is now hesitant, so he has to summon the former first counselor.
"See Nine thousand years old. Nine thousand years old is always good?" Gu Bingqian is already very old, but his speech is still clear.
"Yi'an, do you know the direction of the political situation recently?" Wei Zhongxian has been dizzy by Zhu Youjian's enthronement, and has no trouble with Gu Bingqian.
"The court? The emperor didn't go to court recently. There is nothing major about the court. Could it be the emperor..." As expected of the former chief assistant, Gu Bingqian's thinking is still very keen.
It’s no secret that the emperor is dying of illness, and Wei Zhongxian doesn’t need to hide from Gu Bingqian anymore, “Yi’an, you say, once this emperor is a hundred years later, who will inherit the Datong?”
"Nine thousand years old means..." Gu Bingqian didn't know what Wei Zhongxian was up to, so he didn't dare to make a judgment easily.
"There are only you and me here. Yi'an doesn't have to worry about it." Wei Zhongxian frowned. He used to admire Gu Bingqian's "acting by decision, but later to control others", but today, Wei Zhongxian is very disgusted with Gu Bingqian's desire to speak and is ashamed.
Gu Bingqian leaned back in the chair, "If this is the case, then Yi'an is bold."
"Talk about who will be in power." Wei Zhongxian was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. The emperor could be big at any time. Up to now, he has not decided who to support.
"Xinwang is the most suitable candidate, but..." Gu Bingqian knew Wei Zhongxian's jealousy of Zhu Youjian.
"It's just what? Don't mess around." Wei Zhongxian was annoyed. It was already the moment of "blind man riding a blind horse and facing the abyss in the middle of the night." Gu Bingqian still had this virtue.
"Can someone choose in the nine thousand-year-old heart?" Gu Bingqian tentatively.
"Less wordy, our family is asking you." Wei Zhongxian frowned deeper. Gu Bingqian is already old, and maybe he shouldn't be asked to discuss such an important matter. But, who can you find if you don't find him? Tian Ergeng and Cui Chengxiu had looked for them, but they all refused.
Gu Bingqian sat down in the chair, "I wonder if the nine thousand-year-old agrees to let the king rule?"
"He? If he is in charge, I am afraid that my generation will suffer-even if you take care of your sir, you may not be able to end well."
"The nine-thousand-year-old is planning to choose among the clan?" Gu Bingqian frowned inadvertently.
Wei Zhongxian said quietly: "Does Yi'an think it is feasible?"
"No." This time Gu Bingqian categorically refused, "There may be disputes between clans."
Wei Zhongxian is quite unremitting: "The clan has no power and no power, what disputes can arise?"
"Nine thousand years old, if there is a clan dispute, I am afraid it is not in the court." Gu Bingqian squinted. "The ministers all hope that they have the merits of supporting, and the turmoil may continue to the army. Nine thousand years old, at that time, was in control of the army. Don’t the Donglin Party members want to make a comeback?"
"Isn't it that serious?" Wei Zhongxian had the least confidence in the army. He raised his eyebrows and fixed Gu Bingqian's eyes.
"Nine-thousand-year-old, even if it doesn't last to the army, I am afraid that it will not be easy to pass the court." Gu Bingqian drooped his old eyes. "Nine-thousand-year-old remembers that Emperor Wanli did not go to court?"
"Yi'an is saying that foreign ministers will prevent the election of the emperor in the clan?"
"Yes, nine thousand years old. Daming is the rule of Confucianism. It has long been entrenched in people's hearts to establish a long-term family without a child, a protagonist without a concubine, and a relative without a minor."
"Speaking of relatives, our family has some closer candidates." Wei Zhongxian leaned forward. "There are some women in the harem who are pregnant. They are the emperor's own flesh and blood."
"Nine thousand years old, which minister would recognize the child in this woman's belly? Besides, if the child is not born, who knows that it is a boy or a girl? Who knows if it can be born safely? Who knows if it can grow to adulthood?" Gu Bingqian slandered. Where did Wei Zhongxian take Ecstasy today
Wei Zhongxian sighed, leaning his entire body on the back of the chair, "Yi'an, is it really impossible to do anything?"
Gu Bingqian closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.
"However, if we believe in the king to inherit the rule, our generation has no physiology." Wei Zhongxian still did not give up.
Gu Bingqian saw that Wei Zhongxian had no determination and courage to rebel at all. He was just like himself and needed power, as it is now, without restraint. "Nine thousand years old, now and then. If the king believes in the ruler, it may not be a bad thing."
Wei Zhongxian raised his head, his eyes full of expectation: "Yi'an means..."
"Whoever becomes the emperor is the same, and he has to face a memorial that will never be finished." Gu Bingqian felt that he had already paid tribute to the scholar, and he was honored to show his remaining enthusiasm for Wei Zhongxian.
"Yikan means..."
"The nine thousand-year-old mobilized officials from all over the country, everything is fine, and there are many memorials. The emperor is so busy that he has no time to eat, sleep, and shit. He will handle government affairs independently? Besides, the King of Letters is young and just like fun. At his age, if you collect a few more stunning beauties... ”
"Ha...Ha...Ha..." Wei Zhongxian laughed up to the sky, "As expected of the former first assistant, Yi'an will let our family go away."
"Nine thousand years old..." Gu Bingqian hadn't finished speaking, he was very dissatisfied that Wei Zhongxian interrupted his thoughts.
"Speaking to Yi'an, our family has no worries anymore." Wei Zhongxian was energetic, and his waist straightened up.
During the Qing Palace, Zhu Youxiao's body became heavier and heavier.
Zhang Yan was worried that Zhu You school might go away at any time. She didn't dare to leave Zhu You school for half a step. When she was sleepy, she took a nap by the bed of Zhu You school.
On the afternoon of August 22, Zhang Yan couldn't hold it anymore, so she had to leave the bedroom of Zhu You School and lie down on the bed in Zhaoren Hall in the east. She wanted to sleep well.
At night, Zhu Youxiao finally exhausted the last moment of his life, and a trace of wandering soul ran away from Naihe bridge. Zhang Yan was on the bed of Zhaoren Hall at this time, dreaming of the letter king Zhu Youjian succeeding to the throne.
The little eunuch in the palace reported to Wei Zhongxian secretly, and Wei Zhongxian immediately turned over and dressed and rushed to the Palace of the Qing Dynasty.
Zhang Yan was still in her dream. She was so tired that she slept for more than ten hours.
Wei Zhongxian immediately sealed off the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, and no one was allowed to enter or leave the Palace. Together with Zhang Yan, they were also trapped in the Palace of the Qing Dynasty.
Zhang Yan came to the dormitory of Zhu Youxiao, Zhu Youxiao had stopped breathing, his face was covered with royal-licensed yellow silk. Regardless of the little eunuch's prevention, Zhang Yan gently lifted the corner of Huang Jian-Zhu You school was indeed dead.
In Qianqing Palace, Zhang Yan was free, but she could not get out of Qianqing Palace, and the message of the emperor's death could not be sent. She curled up weakly on the couch. At this moment, she felt particularly helpless: Xinwang, where are you
"Empress Empress." A sharp voice in the darkness interrupted Zhang Yan's contemplation.
"Xu Yingyuan?" Zhang Yan remembered that there was an eunuch who believed in the palace in Qianqing Palace, "Do you have a way to send out the news of the emperor's death?"
"Empress, the message has been sent out." Xu Yingyuan almost pressed Zhang Yan's ear.
"That's good..." The stone in Zhang Yan's heart fell to the ground, and she gradually fell asleep on the couch again.
At dawn, the ministers all got the news of the emperor's death, and the entire capital was completely upset. After receiving the information, Zhu Youjian immediately entered the city from Fenwuying and returned to the Royal Palace of Letters.
Outside the Qing Palace, there was a loud voice. The hot-tempered Donglin Party members wanted to smash the palace wall.
Wei Zhongxian curled up helplessly in a corner of the Palace of the Qing Dynasty.
He has no objection to Zhu Youjian's inheritance of the Datong, or that he has no power to oppose Zhu Youjian's inheritance of the Datong.
Among the cronies he recently summoned were civil servants, military attachés, and executioners who specialized in killing people, but they all refused.
Tian Ergeng and Cui Chengxiu are his righteous sons. Although Gu Bingqian did not worship him as godfather because he was older than him, Gu Bingqian's son worshiped him as godfather, and he was actually his righteous son. These three are people he absolutely trusts.
The refusal of Tian Ergeng and Cui Chengxiu caused him to lose all thoughts, and Gu Bingqian's words gave him new hope, even if this hope was self-deception.
He also didn't understand why he didn't mourn for so long.
Perhaps it was to give the Shining king who was about to enthroned to disarm him, or to show courtiers his power in the inner palace, even if it was the last power.
"Nine thousand years old?" Zhu Youxiao's personal eunuch Wang Tiqian whispered to Wei Zhongxian.
"Body dry? What time is it now?" Wei Zhongxian remained motionless, only the upper and lower lips closed.
"It's nine thousand years old, now it's the hour, and it's about to fall apart outside." Wang Tiqian carefully waited on Wei Zhongxian.
Wei Zhongxian has long heard the waves outside, ignoring the voices of opposition, which is the skill he has cultivated around Zhu Youxiao. "Where is the queen? Take me to see her."
"Yes, nine thousand years old." Wang Tiqian led Zhu You to Zhaoren Hall.
"The slave Wei Zhongxian knocked to see the empress." Wei Zhongxian's fat body bowed in front of Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan was taken aback, she got up from the recliner with no effort to tidy up her messy clothes: "Wei Zhongxian, you..."
Wei Zhongxian didn't look up, "The queen, the emperor is dead."
"My palace already knows." Zhang Yan raised her neck and raised her head to the sky: "Wei Zhongxian, what do you mean if you refuse to mourn?"
"How dare the slave not be mourned?" Wei Zhongxian cried, "The slave is waiting for the empress's decree."
"Yizhi? Then why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhang Yan's eyes widened.
"It's hard for a slave to see that the empress is with the emperor every day. I can't bear to wake up the empress." Wei Zhongxian sighed softly. He saw Zhang Yan forget that he was kneeling and stood up.
"You..." Zhang Yan was very angry, but now is not the time to be angry, "The palace is here, can you be mourned now?"
"I don't know if the empress's decree has been drawn up yet?"
"This palace has been drawn up a long time ago, but this palace has to read it to the civil and military officials." Zhang Yan didn't know what Wei Zhongxian was up to.
"Then ask Niang Niang to go with the old slave to open the front door of the Palace of Heavenly Purity."
Wang Tiqian led the way, Wei Zhongxian and Zhang Yan followed, walking towards the front entrance of the Palace of Qianqing. The three of them were speechless all the way, they all lowered their heads, thinking about their own thoughts.
"Open the door." Wang Tiqian conveyed an order to the little eunuch guarding the palace gate.
The little eunuch glanced at Wei Zhongxian, and saw Wei Zhongxian nodding his head, and then opened the front door.
Wang Tigan didn't dare to grab the limelight, he retreated a little, and fell to the back; Zhang Yan was the queen, so she was hidden inside the palace wall inconvenience to show her face.
Wei Zhongxian patted the non-existent dust on his body and paced slowly. He walked all the way to the front door of Qianqing Palace, facing the noisy civil and military officials, and then stood with his back.
The sun fell from the side and his face was a little gloomy; the slender autumn wind gently blew the Buddha's slightly messy long hair. Except for his long hair, his body is relatively still.
Both the castration and the Donglin Party stopped making noise. When Wei Zhongxian came out at this time, something important must be announced.