Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 272: The second bet


The expressions of the two Wu King's confidants in the palace changed drastically after reading the note.

"It's so..."

"I really didn't expect it. I thought Yin Zhaoxian was the person least likely to be drawn into the royal struggle, but I didn't expect..."

"Haha, this is indeed the normal situation, but before Yin Zhaoxian was white, King Jin had already won over him. This is the key."

Wang Wang looked at the gloomy sky outside the hall door, his mood was even more indescribable. In addition to anger and uneasiness, there was also an inexplicable sense of humiliation.

At the beginning, he sincerely tried to win over Yin Zhaoxian several times, but now that he thinks about it, Yin Zhaoxian must have made a joke of all of this, his third brother must have made a joke of it, and his father must have made a joke of it.

'Hmph... I guess I will soon become a laughing stock. ’

King Wu could imagine how his third brother was mocking him behind his back. He could even imagine how his father would react behind the desk in the imperial study after seeing his ridiculous behavior. An indifferent look.

Wang Wang Yang Qing knows very well what kind of person and character his father is, because he also has the same character. This kind of thing that is ridiculed and looked down upon by others will definitely lose points in the Long Case. of.

'No wonder the third child has been so quiet recently...I'm afraid he's just waiting for Yin Zhao to come to Beijing! ’

"Yin Zhaoxian is indeed hiding very deep. I didn't expect this..."

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

"However, it is still unclear who will win. I admit that the third child does have a skill, but just relying on Yin Zhaoxian cannot affect the father much. I know the character of the father well..."

"What your Highness said is absolutely true! Even if a small magistrate is favored by the emperor, can he still influence the emperor?" "Yes, we can't mess up our position at this moment!"

King Wu turned around, smiled and nodded.

"The ministers in the court support me far more than the third son. I believe that in the eyes of most people, supporting me is the one with the best chance of winning. Several assistant ministers also support the eldest son's succession. No matter what, it is still I have a greater chance of winning."

At this point, King Wu's smile faded and he looked intently at his two confidants.

"However, many ministers in the court support me. Although it is an affirmation of me, it is also a risk. With the insidiousness of the third child, if he really uses some means to confuse the father's mind, it will really If I pass the throne to him, my status as prince will keep me safe, but the ministers who support me will be liquidated in the future."

King Wu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at a sword hanging in the hall.

"Just in case, you still have to make some preparations...what do you think?"

King Wu lowered his voice and glanced back at the Minister of War and the provincial officials. Back Liang's back felt hot. They looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

. . .

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

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

Many of the civil and military officials in the government and the public have clearly sensed that the emperor is arranging some funeral arrangements. For example, some related matters that have never been delegated to the government in the past have begun to let ministers take over some matters that should be their responsibility. thing.

Another example is that some felons whose names the emperor could remember in the dungeons were either severely punished or released to return to the imperial court, in order to save the possibility of a general amnesty later on, and some of the people he was dissatisfied with might be listed in the list. Range of sentence reduction.

For another example, they deliberately reminded the Ministry of Finance and the Ministry of Civil Affairs to comment on Yin Zhaoxian's achievements and prepare to transfer him to the capital and promote him.

But during this period, no details were mentioned about the establishment of the crown prince, and they did not even ask for the name of a prince. In the morning, they ignored each prince, unless someone jumped out and handed over a memorial or something like that. I'll take it into consideration.

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

Ji Yuan is not a voyeur. Although he originally came to see this scene, he naturally went to Jin Prince's Mansion and Wu Prince's Mansion for a cursory look. He did not peep into the details and never entered the palace.

What’s interesting is that since Yin Zhaoxian came to Beijing, the two princes have been pessimistic about the outcome of the old emperor’s appointment as heir apparent. They have even become more pessimistic to a certain extent, and each has left some backup plans. Some are excessive and some are reasonable. I have to say that although they are 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 when he went to court or to various ministries to handle official business. King Wu and King Jin both sent people to contact him, but they all stayed behind closed doors.

The ninth day of September is the night of the Double Ninth Festival.

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

"Dong dong dong..."

"Who is it?"

A calm voice sounded outside the door.

"It's me."

Yin Zhaoxian in the room paused when he heard the sound, quickly put down his pen, walked around the desk, went to the door in person and opened the door. Sure enough, he saw Ji Yuan standing outside, handing over his hand with a smile.

"Master Yin, how are you doing lately?"

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

Yin Zhaoxian returned the gift and then stepped aside, turning sideways to greet him and looking outside. However, 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.

When Ji Yuan entered the house, Yin Zhaoxian talked to Ji Yuan in surprise.

"Mr. Ji, it has been almost three years since we said goodbye to Wanzhou! Did you come to the capital specifically to see me? Or are you here to see Qing'er? Although his imperial examination results are only second-class, he must be hiding his clumsiness. Well, that’s fine, it’s not a good thing if I’m too popular...”

Yin Zhaoxian, who was not very talkative in the impression of the government and the public, was chattering non-stop at the moment, making Ji Yuan unable to interrupt.

‘Okay, whatever you say is what it is. ’

Ji Yuan sighed helplessly, actually quite understanding of his friend's excitement. While listening to what Yin Zhaoxian said, he walked to the desk and saw what Yin Zhaoxian had written before.

It is not a memorial to the imperial court, an urgent official matter, or a romantic poem or poem, but a teaching article.

"Oh, this is the "Wuxue" that Yin has been drafting recently. If it can be implemented in the future, it will definitely 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 end of the desk, picked up a few pages and flipped through them.

Yin Zhaoxian possesses an awe-inspiring righteousness, and his aura is revealed between the lines. It looks like the words written by Liu Ling, a cultivator of immortality, and is extremely clear in Ji Yuan's eyes.

This content has not yet been bound into a book. It is considered a first draft. The content is clear to Ji Yuan. Although there are various contents in it, the fundamental hope is to improve some literacy rates. And restart some content like "The Six Arts of the Gentleman", which seems simple but full of profound meaning.

To use Ji Yuan's words in his previous life, Yin Zhaoxian had great ambitions to slowly establish the "spirit" of a scholar and make the so-called "character" more people-friendly and clearer.

"Standing down at my desk to write an article, holding a sword and going into battle to kill bandits, not bad!"

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

"After all, it's Mr. Ji who has good words and sentences, and expresses 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.

In the final analysis, this good friend of mine values ​​​​education more than being an official. Just like his original intention of choosing to enter the official career, it has not changed over the years. Therefore, over the years, the relationship between Yin Zhaoxian and Yin Zhaoxian The title is also the same as before.

"Master Yin, we still have a long way to go!"

"Haha, a journey of thousands of miles begins with a single step."

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

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

Yin Zhaoxian was stunned and laughed dumbly.

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

"Oh... Ji is feeling itchy for a moment, why not make a bet with Mr. Yin?"

Ji Yuan smiled.

. . .

In the imperial palace and the royal study, Emperor Yuan De was lying on his side on a soft bed.

The light of the lamp illuminated the imperial study room brightly. The old emperor was still reading a miscellaneous book at this rare moment. Although his face was not good, he was in good spirits.

After a while, one of the oldest confidants of Emperor Yuande, the old eunuch, walked into the imperial study, holding a roll of paper in his hand.

"Your Majesty, Commander Qian sent it."

The old emperor glanced at the old eunuch, who stepped forward with understanding, slowly opened the paper and showed the content in front of the old emperor.

The latter looked at it expressionlessly before rubbing his temples.

"Heh...hehe...hehehehe..."

Emperor Yuande laughed nervously.

. . .

More than a quarter of an hour later, the same old **** who sent the secret message was leading several young eunuchs and several guards in a hurry in the palace.

In a certain wing of the palace, an old **** was sitting on a couch, eating preserves, drinking tea, and looking at "Erotic Paintings in the Palace."

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

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

The old **** outside responded, and after winking with others, the young **** opened the door for him.

"Hey, look for Eunuch Li from Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com! Why are you here..."

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

"Eunuch Han, your majesty is grateful that your father-in-law has served you for many years and has specially ordered me to bring you some rewards. As you know, your majesty has made a last-minute decision and I don't dare to delay. I am just running an errand."

"Oh, Your Majesty, it's better to think of this old slave. Eunuch Li, please come in. I wonder what the reward is?"

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

Eunuch Li smiled and stepped aside.

"Your Majesty is very kind, just see for yourself, Eunuch Han."

The old **** named Han looked at him, frowned slightly, but still took two steps forward with a smile.

The moment he gently opened the red cloth, his right hand shook, and what was exposed under the red cloth was Bai Ling and the wine bottle...


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