Lanke Chess Edge

The two confidants of King Wu in the hall changed their expressions when they read the note.

"It's so..."

"I really didn't expect it. I thought Yin Zhaoxian was the most unlikely person to be drawn into the royal struggle. I didn't expect it..."

"Hehe, that's true under normal circumstances, but before Yin Zhaoxian was still in vain, King Jin had already attracted him. That's the key."

King Wu looked at the gloomy sky outside the hall, and his mood was even more indescribable. In addition to 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, it is estimated that Yin Zhaoxian saw all this as a joke, and his third brother must also see a joke, and his father must also see a joke.

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

King Wu could imagine how his third brother mocked him behind his back, and he could even imagine how indifferent his father was after seeing his ridiculous behavior. eyes.

King Wu Yangqing knew very well what kind of person his father was and what kind of character he was, because he had the same character, and this kind of thing that was ridiculed and looked down upon would definitely detract from the dragon case.

‘It’s no wonder that the third child has been so quiet recently… I’m afraid he’ll be waiting for Yin Zhao to enter Beijing! ’

"Yin Zhaoxian is indeed hiding very deep, this king did not expect..."

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

"However, it's still unclear who will kill the deer. This king admits that the third child does have a hand, but just relying on Yin Zhaoxian will not affect the father emperor much. This king knows the character of the father emperor..."

"His Royal Highness is very true! Even if a small Zhizhou is favored by the emperor, it will still be able to control the success of the saint?" "Yes, at this moment we can't be in a mess!"

King Wu turned around and nodded with a smile.

"The ministers in the DPRK 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 best chance of winning, and several auxiliary ministers also support the succession of the direct descendant. In any case, this king wins. bigger."

Having said that, Wu Wang's smile narrowed, and he fixed his eyes on the two henchmen.

"However, the support of many ministers in the court for this king, although it is a kind of affirmation for this king, is also a risk. With the insidiousness of the third child, if he really uses any means to deceive the mind of the father and emperor, he will really establish an edict. If I give him the position, my identity as a prince can 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 military affairs and the official of the Shangshu province. Back Liang's back was hot, and he 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 rarely went to court three times.

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

Among the civil and military officials in the court and the opposition, many people can clearly feel that the emperor is arranging some funeral matters. For example, some related matters that have never been delegated to the past have begun to let the ministers take over some of the things that they should be more concerned about.

For another example, some felons in the dungeons of the Heavenly Prison whose names the emperor can remember will either impose a severe punishment or be released to return to the court, so that the province may be amnesty in the future, and some people who are unhappy may be listed in the scope of commutation.

Another example is the intention to remind the Shangshu Province and the Ministry of Personnel to comment on Yin Zhaoxian's exploits, and prepare to transfer him to the capital and promote him.

But during this period, there was no mention of the details of the establishment of the reserve, not even the name of a prince, and even ignored the princes in the morning, unless someone jumped out and handed over the memorial, etc., will pay attention to it .

This situation is 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, but during the period, he naturally went to Jin Wangfu and Wu Wangfu to have a rough look, without seeing the details, and never entered the palace.

Interestingly, since Yin Zhaoxian entered the capital, the two princes have been pessimistic about the result of the old emperor's establishment of the heir, and they have even been aggravated to a certain extent. Some of them are reasonable. I have to say that although they are not born by a mother, they are really brothers.

In order to avoid suspicion, Yin Zhaoxian basically did not go out in the post house during this period except for going to the court or going to various positions in the central court to handle official business. During the period of King Wu and King Jin, people were sent to contact him, but they were all behind closed doors.

On the ninth day of September, the night of Chongyang.

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

"Dong dong dong..."

"who is it."

A calm voice sounded outside the door.

"it's me."

Yin Zhaoxian in the room heard the sound, put down his pen, walked around the desk, and personally came to the door to open the door. Sure enough, he saw Ji Yuan standing outside, cupping his hands with a smile.

"Master Yin, how are you doing recently?"

"Mr. Ji? Are you in Gyeonggi? Come in quickly!"

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

When Jiyuan entered the room, Yin Zhaoxian was slightly surprised to talk with Jiyuan.

"Mr. Ji, it's been almost three years since Wanzhou parted! Did you come to the capital to find me this time? Or did you come to see Qing'er, although his grades in the imperial examinations were only the second best, he must have been clumsy, so It's okay, it's not a good thing for me to be too popular..."

Yin Zhaoxian, who did not talk much in the impression of the court and the opposition, was chattering non-stop at the moment, making Ji Yuan unable to interrupt.

'Okay, what you say is what it is. ’

Ji Yuan sighed helplessly in his heart. He actually quite understands his friend's excitement. While listening to Yin Zhaoxian, he walked to the desk and saw what Yin Zhaoxian was writing before.

It's not a memorial to the court, it's not an official emergency, and it's not a poem or poem, but a teaching article.

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

Ji Yuan looked at Yin Zhaoxian and said.

"Is it convenient for Ji to read it?"

"Mr. Ji, please!"

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

Yin Zhaoxian has a dignified and upright body, and the words are revealed between the lines. It looks like the words written by the immortal cultivator Liu Ling, and it is very clear in Ji Yuan's eyes.

The content of this writing has not been bound into a book. It is a first draft of drafting. The content is also clear to Jiyuan. Although there are various content in it, fundamentally 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 wanted to slowly establish the "spirit" of a scholar, and make the so-called "character" more close to the people and more clear.

"Write a pen at the desk, and go into battle with a sword to kill thieves and bandits, not bad!"

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

"In the end, Mr. Ji, with good words and sentences, expresses what Yin Mou thinks so appropriately!"

Ji Yuan turned the paper a few more pages and put the paper back in its original position, and the mood was much better than when he came.

This friend of mine, in the final analysis, values ​​education more than being an official. Just like his original intention of stepping into an official career, it has not changed over the years. Therefore, over the years, the name of Yin Zhaoxian has also changed. as always.

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

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

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

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

Yin Zhaoxian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dumbly.

"Mr. Ji also asked this question, but although you are not very common, this time Yin is better than you. As early as the day I entered Beijing, I already knew who the prince was."

"Oh... I feel itchy for a while, why don't I make a bet with Master Yin?"

Ji Yuan smiled.

. . .

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

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

After a while, one of the old eunuchs who had followed Emperor Yuande's long-term confidant walked into the imperial study with 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 with understanding, and slowly opened the paper to show the content in front of the old emperor.

The latter watched it expressionlessly, before rubbing his temples.

"Hehe...hehe...hehehe..."

Emperor Yuande laughed nervously.

. . .

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

Somewhere in the palace, an old **** was sitting on a soft slump while eating candied fruit and drinking tea, while watching "The Spring Palace Floating Painting".

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

"Who?"

"it's me."

The old **** outside responded with a wink, and a little **** opened the door for him.

"Yo~www.NovelMTL.com~ Eunuch Li! Why are you here..."

The old **** in the room inside saw the person coming, and hurriedly got down to greet him. 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 feels that Eunuch has served him for many years and specially ordered me to bring some rewards. You also know that Your Majesty has an impromptu intention. I don't dare to delay, but just run an errand."

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

The old **** smiled brightly, and saw the wooden tray dragged by a young **** beside Eunuch Li, covered with a red cloth, and what was bulging inside was unknown.

Eunuch Li smiled and stepped aside.

"Your Majesty's love, Eunuch Han can see for himself."

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

At the moment when the red cloth was gently lifted, the right hand shook, and what was exposed under the red cloth was Bai Ling and a wine jug...