Chapter 422 Different from the cheerful appearance of everyone in the northern border city, five days have passed since the final battle between the Xining Hui and Qiang armies, but everyone in the capital looks nervous.
On the always bustling streets, the doors are closed, and the people are even more closed.
Can't get out.
Just because on the streets of the entire capital, not long after the emperor left the capital, there were frequent patrol sergeants, alternating between the two.
If they disagreed, they would start fighting in the streets.
At this moment, the entire capital has become panic-stricken.
Rumor has it that One after another.
The news about Zuo Yuanfeng's victory had already been changed in the northern border city.
Unknowingly, it was reported privately that the current emperor of the Xining Dynasty, Emperor Zhengcang, had unfortunately died on the northern battlefield.
The emperor died, and the palace and capital were temporarily without an owner.
However, the entire military power of Xining was controlled by Zuo Yuanfeng who was far in the north.
His Highness the Crown Prince, who was originally appointed by Emperor Zhengcang himself, is now under the control of Zuo Yuanfeng who has not yet returned.
In Beijing, before the emperor's spiritual chariot was welcomed back, he claimed that he was too young to bear the heavy responsibility and actually gave up the right to inherit the throne to the eighth prince.
Where things will develop next, no one dares to say anything.
However, from the ministers' houses who are strictly guarded by many officers and soldiers, it can be vaguely guessed that the direction of things may not be ordinary.
Such news was widely spread among the people, and coupled with the intensive patrols of soldiers, even the people in the capital who were used to seeing dynasty changes couldn't help but feel nervous.
They didn't even dare to speak loudly at home.
It's almost winter now, and the whole capital is desolate and quiet as the leaves fall in the cold wind.
This cold wind blows in the palace late at night, and it is no exception.
It seems to make people feel even more chilly.
Walking on the gravel road in the palace, it seems that you will shiver slightly.
It was the fifteenth day of the month, the moon was full and shining brightly, but the whole palace was so silent that it was heart-stopping.
Fallen leaves floated down from time to time in the cool breeze, but there was a faint burst of suppressed yet urgent and frivolous laughter.
The little eunuch on night duty certainly knew where the laughter came from when he heard this, but he didn't even dare to raise his head.
He quietly carried the unlit lantern and quickly disappeared around the corner without leaving his feet. .
If you listen carefully, you will find that the laughter coming from late at night is actually coming from the palace, the main hall where the emperor goes to court.
In the main hall of the Xining Dynasty, I saw a noble lady dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a graceful face, sitting steadily on the throne of the 95-year-old emperor.
Her two well-maintained hands were still white.
Placed on the two dragon head armrests of the dragon chair, he laughed slowly: "Finally, the entire Xining world will be ours."
The murmurs echoed slowly throughout the vast but empty hall, but mixed with the sound of unhurried footsteps, it turned out that there was actually another person in the main hall, and it was another person. man.
The man was also dressed in gorgeous clothes, and his face was very similar to that of the lady sitting on the emperor's throne.
He rolled up his sleeves, walked slowly, and stopped at the steps away from the dragon chair on the high platform.
He stood up, looked up at the lady on the dragon chair, and said respectfully: "Mother and Concubine, this throne has been occupied by a virtuous person since then.
I would like to wish my mother and concubine in advance that everything she wishes will come true."
The man's voice was respectful but also a little arrogant, which was the natural nobility formed by being a royal family for many years.
His eyes, as narrow as that of the noble lady, were slightly narrowed, but added a cold meaning.
It turned out that these two people were the late emperor's favorite concubine Song, who almost controlled most of the palace and the capital, and her son, the eighth prince Chu Xuanyun.
Concubine Song heard this and said with sarcasm and anger: "This throne was originally yours, Yun'er.
I didn't expect that the late emperor would change the edict before he died, leaving me no time to respond.
That's why he gave up the throne to others for so many years.
How can his son continue to sit there now?"
Take this throne" "Mother and concubine means the emperor and the prince."
When Chu Xuanyun heard this, he saw that his mother, who was sitting on the emperor's dragon chair, actually avoided talking about the dead Emperor Zhengcang.
He could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly and turned sideways.
Standing and looking out the window of the hall, he said calmly.
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But I saw Concubine Song sitting on the dragon chair on the high platform with a slightly angry face and said in a deep voice: "My prince, from now on, you will be the emperor of the Xining Dynasty.
The position of prince can only be filled by your son, and there is no need for another."
Chu Xuanyun couldn't help being slightly startled when he heard the words, but he didn't look back.
There seemed to be a little hesitation in his voice, and he just heard Chu Xuanyun say: "Concubine, although he is dead, he is my second brother after all, and the prince is also my nephew.
How can I do this?"
"A kind heart and a soft hand will make it difficult to achieve greatness" When Concubine Song heard Chu Xuanyun's compassion, she was not moved at all.
She saw Concubine Song slowly standing up from the dragon chair, as if she was nostalgic, her hands slowly caressing the armrests of the dragon chair. , then walked a few steps on the high platform of the empty hall, looked at Chu Xuanyun in the audience and said: "Take a good look, where is this place?"
Seeing her son looking back with confusion on his face, Concubine Song continued: "This is the place where the courtiers meet.
On this high platform, there is a dragon chair.
Sitting there is the emperor under one person and the dead above ten thousand people.
Xining only needs this emperor, and that is you."
But Chu Xuanyun still looked hesitant and said with a hint of sadness: "Mother and concubine, the emperor's brother is dead.
If I don't even let his son go, then where is my virtue?
Do you really want me to kill the prince if General Zuo becomes suspicious?"
"He is not a prince, and he is about to ascend to the throne of God.
You are the one who rules the Xining Dynasty.
What's more, why did I ever say that I want you to kill him?"
I saw Concubine Song slowly walking down the steps on the high platform.
He snorted softly and said: "After several rounds of dealing with the prince, I didn't see him relenting at all with threats and inducements.
I originally thought that the candidate chosen by Emperor Zhengcang for the prince had some toughness, but I didn't expect that it had only been one day. , the prince changed his mind.
The emperor was already dead on the northern battlefield.
Even if he was not dead, he would definitely not be well.
Where to go?
Otherwise, why would Zuo Yuanfeng delay his return to the capital?
What's more, this throne was given to you personally by His Highness the Crown Prince.
As a member of the royal family, it is logical and logical for you to inherit the throne.
By then, the fate of the capital and the world will be settled.
In the name of Zuo Yuanfeng's loyalty, he can only respect you as the emperor, so what are you worried about?"
Having said this, Chu Xuanyun did not continue to refute his mother-in-law's words, but raised his eyes to look at his mother-in-law who was close at hand, and asked: "Father, did he treat the imperial brother in the first place?"
Chu Xuanyun asked hesitantly, but Concubine Song knew what he wanted to ask.
She couldn't help but lower her eyes slightly, remembering what happened many years ago, and said lightly: "The late emperor did things that ordinary people would not do.
I can only say that before he became seriously ill, he thought he was a competent emperor
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