Lanke Chess Edge

The expressions of the two confidantes of King Wu in the palace changed greatly after reading the note.

"It's so..."

"It's really unexpected. I thought Yin Zhaoxian was the least likely to be drawn into the royal family struggle. I didn't expect..."

"Hehe, this is true under normal circumstances, but before Yin Zhaoxian died for nothing, King Jin had already drawn him over, and that is the key."

King Wu looked at the gloomy sky outside the hall door, and his mood was even more indescribable. Apart from anger and anxiety, there was also an inexplicable sense of humiliation.

At the beginning, he tried to win over Yin Zhaoxian several times with sincerity, but now that he thinks about it, Yin Zhaoxian must have laughed at all of this, his third brother must have laughed at him, and his father must have also laughed at him.

'Hmph... I guess this king is about to become a laughing stock. '

King Wu could imagine how his third younger brother mocked him behind his back, and he could even imagine how indifferent his father's behavior was when he saw his ridiculous behavior. eyes.

Wu Wang Yang Qing knew very well what kind of person and character his father was, because he also had the same character, and such things that were ridiculed and looked down upon by others would definitely lose points in the Long case.

'It's no wonder that the third child is so quiet recently... I'm afraid I'm just waiting for Yin Zhao to come to Beijing! '

"Yin Zhaoxian is indeed hiding very deeply, this king has never thought of this..."

When he said this, King Wu had already clenched his fists and took a deep breath before continuing.

"However, it is still unclear who will win the battle. This king admits that the third child does have a hand, but just relying on Yin Zhaoxian, it can't affect the father much. I know the character of the father..."

"What Your Highness said is very true! A small Zhizhou, even if it is favored by the emperor, can it still influence the emperor?" "That's right, we can't mess around at this moment!"

King Wu turned around, nodded with a smile.

"The ministers of the court support this king far more than those who support the third child. I believe that in the eyes of most people, supporting this king is the one with the greatest chance of winning. Several ministers also support the eldest son's succession. No matter what, this king has a chance of winning. Bigger."

Speaking of this, King Wu's smile restrained, and he looked at the two confidants intently.

"However, many ministers in the court support this king. Although it is a kind of affirmation of this king, it is also a kind of risk. With the insidiousness of the third child, if he really uses some means to confuse the mind of the father, he will really issue an edict. If I give him the position, my status as a prince can keep me safe, but the ministers who support me will be punished in the future."

King Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at a sword hanging in the hall.

"Just in case, we still need to make some preparations... What do you say?"

King Wu lowered his voice, and turned his gaze back to the Minister of War and the officials of Shangshu Province. Back Liang's back was burning, and they looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

. . .

Although Emperor Yuande's health was getting worse and worse, in the next seven or eight days, he went to court three times.

Although Yin Zhaoxian was the magistrate of Wanzhou, he also went to court together.

Many civil and military officials in the ruling and opposition parties can clearly feel that the emperor is arranging some funeral affairs. For example, some related matters that have never been delegated in the past have begun to let the ministers take over some matters that they should have taken care of.

For another example, some felons who the emperor could remember their names in the dungeons were either sentenced to heavy sentences or released to the imperial court, so as to avoid the possibility that the world would be amnesty in the future, and some people he was unhappy with might be included in the scope of commutation.

Another example is to intentionally remind Shangshu Province and the Ministry of Officials to comment on Yin Zhaoxian's achievements, and he is going to be transferred to the capital and promoted.

But during this period, he didn't mention the details of the establishment of the reserve, not even asking the name of a prince, and even ignored the princes in the morning, unless someone jumped out and handed in the memorial. .

This situation is a torment for the two princes, King Jin and King Wu.

Ji Yuan is not a peeping tom. Although he came to see this scene, he naturally went to the Prince Jin's Mansion and Prince Wu's Mansion to take a rough look. He didn't peek into the details, and he never entered the palace.

What's interesting is that since Yin Zhaoxian entered Beijing, the two princes were both pessimistic about the outcome of the old emperor's establishment of the crown prince, and even aggravated it to a certain extent, and they each left some behind-the-scenes, but some were too much Some are reasonable. I have to say that although they were not born to the same mother, they are really brothers.

In order to avoid suspicion, Yin Zhaoxian basically stayed in the post house during this period, except for going to the court or going to various ministries in the court to handle official business. King Wu and King Jin sent people to contact him, but they all closed their doors.

On the ninth day of September, Double Ninth Night.

In the largest post house in Gyeonggi Province, Yin Zhaoxian is a single house, guarded by soldiers and guards outside, and served by servants inside. At this moment, he is writing in the room.

"Boom boom boom..."

"who is it."

A neutral and calm voice sounded outside the door.

"it's me."

Yin Zhaoxian in the room paused when he heard the sound, put down his pen quickly, went around the desk, and opened the door in person, and saw Ji Yuan standing outside, cupping his hands with a smile.

"Master Yin, how are you doing these days?"

"Mr. Ji? Are you in Gyeonggi Province? Please come in quickly!"

After Yin Zhaoxian returned the gift, he stepped aside, turned sideways to invite, and looked outside, but he thought that Ji Yuan was not an ordinary person, and it was normal for the guards and servants to have no reaction, so he stopped thinking about it.

After Ji Yuan entered the house, Yin Zhaoxian talked with Ji Yuan with a little surprise.

"Mr. Ji, it's been almost three years since we left Wanzhou! Did you come to the capital to look for me? Or did you come to look for Qinger? Although his imperial examination results are only second-class, he must be hiding his clumsiness. It's okay, it's not a good thing for me to be too popular..."

Yin Zhaoxian, who was not very talkative in the impression of the government and the public, was chattering on and on at the moment, making it impossible for Ji Yuan to intervene.

‘Okay, let’s say what you say. '

Ji Yuan sighed helplessly in his heart, he actually quite understood the excitement of his friend, he listened to what Yin Zhaoxian said, and walked to the desk, and saw what Yin Zhaoxian was writing before.

It's not a court memorial, it's not an urgent business, and it's not about the content of poetry and fu, but a teaching article.

"Oh, this is the "Wu Xue" that Yin has been drafting recently. If it can be implemented in the future, it will be beneficial to students all over the world."

Ji Yuan looked at Yin Zhaoxian and said.

"Is it convenient for Ji to read it?"

"Please, Mr. Ji!"

Ji Yuan nodded, walked to the side of the desk, picked up a few pages and flipped through them.

Yin Zhaoxian possessed a noble and upright spirit, and his words revealed aura between the lines, which looked like the words written by the immortal cultivator Liu Ling, and it was extremely clear in Ji Yuan's eyes.

The content of this writing has not been bound into a book, it can be regarded as the first draft of drafting, and the content is clear to Ji Yuan at a glance. Although there are various contents in it, I still hope to improve some literacy rates and restart some Contents like "Six Arts of a Gentleman" seem simple but full of profound meaning.

In the words of Ji Yuan's previous life, Yin Zhaoxian had a great desire to gradually establish the "spirit" of a scholar, and make the so-called "strength of character" more close to the people and clearer.

"Writing articles with a pen at the desk, and going into battle with a sword to kill thieves, not bad!"

As soon as Ji Yuan opened his mouth, Yin Zhaoxian's eyes lit up, and he solemnly bowed to him again.

"It's Mr. Ji after all, with good words and good sentences, expressing Yin's thoughts so appropriately!"

Ji Yuan turned over a few more pages and returned the paper to its original position, feeling much better than when he came here.

My good friend, in the final analysis, is more important than being an official, or education. Just like his original intention of choosing to enter the official career, it has not changed after all these years, so after all these years, the name of Yin Zhaoxian is also as always.

"Master Yin, there is a heavy responsibility and a long way to go!"

"Hehe, a journey of ten thousand miles begins with a single step."

Ji Yuan naturally sat down on one side, and Yin Zhaoxian also naturally poured tea for Ji Yuan and then sat on the other chair.

"Master Yin, who do you think will win the battle for imperial power in Dazhen, King Jin or King Wu?"

Yin Zhaoxian was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Mr. Ji also asked this question, but although you are extraordinary, this time Yin is better than you. As early as that day when I entered Beijing, I already knew who the crown prince is."

"Oh...Ji felt itchy for a while, why don't you make a bet with Mrs. Yin?"

Ji Yuan smiled.

. . .

In the imperial palace, in the imperial study, Emperor Yuande was lying on his side on a soft bed.

The light from the lamp illuminated the imperial study room brightly. It was rare for the old emperor to still be flipping through a miscellaneous book at this time. Although his complexion was not good, his spirit was not bad.

After a while, one of the old eunuchs who followed Emperor Yuande's longest confidant walked into the imperial study, holding a roll of paper letters in his hand.

"Your Majesty, Commander Qian sent it."

The old emperor glanced at the old eunuch, and the latter stepped forward knowingly, and slowly opened the paper to show the content in front of the old emperor.

The latter finished reading with a blank expression before rubbing his temples.

"Heh... heh heh... heh heh heh..."

Emperor Yuande laughed nervously.

. . .

More than a quarter of an hour later, it was still the old eunuch who delivered the secret letter, leading several young eunuchs and several guards in a hurry in the palace.

In a certain ear room of the palace, an old eunuch was sitting on a soft bed, eating candied fruit and drinking tea, while watching "Spring Palace Floating Paintings".

At this time, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door outside.

"Who is it?"

"it's me."

The old eunuch outside responded, and winked with others, and the young eunuch opened the door for him.

"Hey, Eunuch Li! Why are you here..."

The old eunuch in the inner room saw the person coming, and hurriedly got down and got up to greet them. They were all old eunuchs who had followed Emperor Yuande for many years, but the other party was more favored than himself.

"Han Eunuch, Your Majesty felt that Eunuch has served you for many years, and ordered me to bring some rewards. You also know that I don't dare to delay your Majesty's impromptu wish, but it's just a quick errand."

"Oh, Your Majesty still thinks of the old slave. Eunuch Li, please come in. I don't know what the reward is?"

The old eunuch smiled, and saw the wooden tray dragged by a young eunuch next to Eunuch Li, covered with a red cloth, and there was something bulging inside.

Eunuch Li stepped aside with a smile.

"Your Majesty loves it so much, Eunuch Han has to see for himself."

The old eunuch surnamed Han looked at him, frowned slightly, and took two steps forward with a smile.

The moment the red cloth was lifted lightly, his right hand shook, and what was exposed under the red cloth were white silk and wine pot...