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Text Chapter 43: The Coup

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    Dry country,

    Yuxu Palace;

    This is a Taoist palace located in the southwest corner of Shangjing City and belongs to the royal family.

    It was built during the Renzong Dynasty of Qianguo. When there was a severe drought in the southwest, Emperor Renzong wanted to pray for the people in the disaster area, so he ordered the construction of this Taoist palace, and he ate fast in it for three months.

    This is also one of Renzong's virtues;

    The scholar-bureaucrats who just praised him consciously or unconsciously ignored the question of how much it would cost to build such a huge Taoist palace.

    After the Yan army broke through Shangjing, they did not love to fight too much, but chose to hastily transfer the army back to help the prince who used his body as bait. Therefore, many places around Shangjing did not encounter the ravages of Yan people.

    The Yuxu Palace is also well preserved;

    Today,

    There lived a person here, whose status was once extremely noble, and in the true sense, one person was under one person and above ten thousand people.

    but,

    It was only once.

    Zhao Mugou, dressed in a prince's uniform, marched in the deep garden under the leadership of two eunuchs.

    finally,

    In the courtyard where there was a withered leaf, I saw His Highness the Crown Prince sitting there in white.

    The prince looked a bit sluggish, but he was in good spirits, and there was nothing wrong with his body. The five years of confinement did not make him lose weight, but gained a lot of weight.

    After the two eunuchs finished leading the way, they retreated silently, leaving this place to the two surnamed Zhao.

    "Why do you want to come and see Bengong?"

    "Because it's time to come, so I came." Zhao Mugou put the food box he was carrying on the ground, opened it, and took out a few side dishes and drinks from it.

    The prince didn't see these food and jumped up excitedly. Just looking at his shape change, he knew that he was not short of fine clothes and food here.

    Dressed a little casually, because when Jin Yi could only walk around at night and couldn't show others, he didn't bother to tidy himself up.

    Not only do you eat well here, but you will also regularly send women to the prince for luck.

    In the past five years, the prince has given birth to two more grandsons and two daughters for the Zhao family.

    It's just that the concubine can only stay at night, and will be sent in by the eunuch wrapped in a quilt, and will be taken out after dawn, and the child born will not be raised here.

    This is actually a standard Tianjia circle ban.

    Enclose your freedom, but it is only freedom.

    In the eyes of Shengdou Xiaomin, this is still a day that is hard to find in dreams.

    Zhao Mugou set out the food and drink, and sat on the floor.

    He has lost the youthfulness of a young man, has grown a beard, and looks handsome and stable.

    The prince leaned forward, staring at Zhao Mugou carefully,

    road:

    "Look at you, and then at Ben Gong, ha ha."

    Zhao Mugou didn't call the prince to eat, but picked up the wine glass by himself, took a sip, picked up a piece of dried tofu with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.

    "Why don't you speak?" the prince asked.

    "I'm coming from outside." Zhao Mu put down his chopsticks, "It's time for you to ask me."

    "What should I ask you?"

    "Anything you want."

    The prince pursed his lips and said, "Is the father all right?"

    "The health of the official family is not very good, but it is not bad either."

    Four years ago, the government ordered people to build a Qingxin Pavilion in the southeast corner of Shangjing City, one for resting and the other for praying.

    According to folklore, it is the benevolence of the officials who did things for the souls of the people in Shangjing who died under the butcher knife of Yangou in the past, in order to make them detached;

    However, there is also a saying that the reason why Shangjing was broken into by Yangou back then was the result of the incompetence of the officials, so the officials had no face to face the Shangjing;

    In the past two years, there have been rumors that they want to move the capital.

    Therefore, the current pattern of big work is quite funny.

    The emperor and the prince do not live in the imperial palace in the capital, but live in the Taoist temple in the east and west corners respectively.

    "Tell me, when will I be able to go out?"

    Facing this question, Zhao Mugou answered directly:

    "The third prince of the Yan Kingdom was imprisoned in the Huxin Pavilion for many years. After he got out"

    "He is the prince, and I am the prince!"

    "Do you still think you are a prince, my highness the prince?"

    "you¡­¡­"

    "Do you think the official family will pass on the great treasure to a prince who once added the character 'Li' to his posthumous posthumous title?"

    the?, these people, these forces, chose the best time to launch.

    Yao Zizhan sat down in a state of dismay. This sage of dry country literature, in fact, lacks a lot of talent in politics and practical work. He is good at two things, one is poetry and the other is life.

    The intrigue in the officialdom is actually not very suitable for him, otherwise he would not have been demoted all the way when he was young, and almost died on an island in the East China Sea.

    Han Xianggong looked at Yao Zizhan,

    road;

    "Zi Zhan"

    "Ah." Before Han Xianggong finished speaking, Yao Zizhan sighed first, and said:

    "Let me draft an enthronement edict for Prince Rui's son."

    Han Xianggong reminded: "Personate the prince first."

    Yao Zizhan rolled his eyes and said, "Why take off your pants and fart?"

    Han Xianggong said with a smile: "Because my heart will feel clean."

    Li Xundao held the cup in his hand,

    asked:

    "Who did you choose in the army?"

    A coup will definitely require the mobilization of the army;

    And on the outskirts of Qingxin Pavilion of the official house, there is an army loyal to the official house that has been protecting the official house.

    At this time, there is no need to hide it, Han Xianggong said directly:

    "Zhong Tianlang."

    Yao Zizhan was shocked: "He how dare he!"

    Zhong Tianlang is the son-in-law of the court, and he is appreciated and trusted by the officials and single-handedly promoted, but now

    Han Xianggong said disapprovingly:

    "That's why it's not all wrong to emphasize culture and suppress martial arts. Those generals, Qiu Ba, are all unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, ha ha."

    Having said that,

    Han Xianggong suddenly clenched his fist,

    hit the bedside,

    I myself also caused a series of coughing,

    But even so, he still raised his voice and cursed:

    "The regent of the Yan Kingdom is a complete alien!"

    Li Xundao corrected: "He's a weirdo."

    The wonderful thing here is praise.

    Yao Zizhan sighed: "If that brother Zheng is willing to rebel, then I am willing to write a hundred poems for him."

    Li Xundao said with a smile: "The ability to write poetry must be worse than yours, but his ambition is not here. You are the one who said that.

    Back then, we hoped that the Zhenbeihou of the Yan people would rebel, but there was no rebellion;

    Later, we looked forward to the rebellion of King Jingnan of the Yan people, but there was no rebellion;

    Right now, we have to look forward to the rebellion of the Yan people's regent As a result, he just commanded an army and defeated Chu.

    Always looking forward to civil strife,

    Looking forward to looking forward to,

    Looking forward to the destruction of the country.

    sometimes,

    I was thinking about it myself,

    Could it be that this Yan people really belonged to the destiny, and they have produced outstanding people from generation to generation, and they are still the kind of outstanding people who are dedicated to the country?  "

    at this time,

    Han Xianggong, who was already a little tired, murmured:

    "As long as Mugou sits on the dragon chair, everything will be fine.?
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