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    Gongyang Huai was horrified. Why didn't he think of this? Qi Yan's warning to him not long ago flashed through his mind: What if the fifth prince is not a good master?  It's better to get out as soon as possible so that you can escape safely.

    Gongyang Huai raised his eyes and saw that his father seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. He asked in a low voice: "Father, is it possible for Gongyang Mansion to escape?"

    Gongyang Zhong was silent for a long time and shook his head: "The minister of Zongzheng Temple is a typical low-ranking but powerful minister. He is one of the nine ministers. If the winner is not the fifth prince the new emperor will definitely find a way to deal with us so that this can be dealt with.  Arrange positions for your confidants."

    Gongyang Huai: "Thenwhat if we retreat bravely?"

    Gongyang Zhong sighed: "My father only has two sons. Your eldest brother is immersed in academics and does not care about political affairs. Although you are now the Minister of Rites, you should know in your heart that your ability is not enough. If it weren't for Mr. Qi  Generous help, and the support of Zhongshu Ling - I am not belittling you as a father. With your current ability, you can become a fifth-rank official, and it may be enough to practice for another three to five years."

    Gongyang Huai lowered his head, feeling unwilling to do so: "Father's lesson is correct."

    How could Gong Yangzhong not know that his son was unconvinced, but this time he did not worry about Gong Yanghuai's self-esteem and continued: "It is impossible to escape unscathed now. The fifth prince has not lost power. If we act rashly, he will not  He will let us go, even if he turns to the third prince to seek protection, he is just a slave of two surnames."

    Gongyang Huai: "Is the only way to sit back and wait for death?"

    Gongyang Zhong: "For the present plan we have to take a long-term approach. Fortunately, the third prince is not here, so there is one less person to add insult to injury. Maybe it is not as serious as my father thought."

    Gongyang Huai: "My son will go into the palace now and see if he can persuade the Fifth Highness to come back."

    Gong Yangzhong: "That's it, this matter is over here, just wait and see what happens. You go back first."

    Gong Yanghuai: "Yes."

    After Gong Yanghuai left, Gong Yangzhong leaned back tiredly: a feeling of powerlessness and despair arose in his heart.  He is already old, but his two sons cannot take care of him.  To put it bluntly: isn't the situation in the palace like this?  Your Majesty has great ambitions, but several of his sons are incompetent, otherwise he would not have delayed establishing a prince.

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    In order to allow Shaoshang¡¯s younger brother to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, Nangongda knelt at the gate of Ganquan Palace for a day and a night, causing the morning court to be suspended the next day.

    Sijiu personally came to deliver the message: My youngest son died early, and I can¡¯t control my grief. I will stop going to court for a day.

    In the afternoon of the same day, after Nangong Da passed out, the closed door of Ganquan Palace finally opened. Sijiu directed several chamberlains to send Nangong Da back to the mansion, and then issued the second imperial edict: The fifth prince Nangong Da failed to supervise the country well.  During his supervision of the country, he made an oversight, causing the prince to die early. He was ordered to stay in the mansion for a month, and to copy scriptures for the salvation of the ninth prince.

    In addition, the Ninth Prince was granted the title King Jing and was buried on Jingshan Mountain in Gyeonggi Province.  The biological mother of the ninth prince of Jin Dynasty, Zhang, was Concubine Jing. Because Prince Jing had no children and was worried about his soul, the Ministry of Industry ordered the Ministry of Industry to build a temple next to Prince Jing¡¯s tomb. Concubine Jing went out of the capital with Prince Jing¡¯s coffin to pray for Prince Jing in the temple.  .

    Although it looked like an imperial edict from the Jin Dynasty, it actually sent Concubine Jing out of the palace.

    It's no wonder that King Jing is the only son of Concubine Jing. King Jing is young and Concubine Jing has no one to rely on in the palace. When the new emperor ascends the throne, his brothers from the same clan will be assigned to various places to become vassal kings. Concubines with heirs can follow them.  After leaving the fiefdom, most of the concubines who had no heirs had to go to the imperial mausoleum to guard the tombs.

    And those with lower status may be buried in accordance with the late emperor's wishes. Nangong Jingnu felt sorry for her younger brother, so she gave Concubine Jing the best arrangement.

    Concubine Jing received the imperial edict without any objection. She knelt three times and kowtowed nine times outside Ganquan Palace to thank her, and left the capital together with the coffin.

    After Nangong Da was banned, Nangong Jingnu found an excuse to quickly promote Qi Yan to the right servant of Zhongshu. The official rank was still higher than that of Lu Boyan, the left servant. The third and fifth princes were not around, so the two parties in the DPRK were like a group of dragons without a leader.  No one had any objections.

    At this point, Qi Yan firmly sat in the second position in the ranks of civil servants. He was only one Zhongshu Ling away from one person below ten thousand people.

    In her spare time, Nangong Jingnu would feel sad: just as Qi Yan expected, she became the most direct beneficiary of King Jing's death.

    Immediately afterwards, Nangong Jingnu issued an order in the tone of Nangong Rang, saying that she was not feeling well, but the government could not stop for a day. She ordered Zhongshu to order Xing Jing to be appointed Prime Minister for government affairs, and two servants on the left and right to assist the government.

    Nangong Jingnu was drunk and didn¡¯t care about the wine: she went around in circles just to push Qi Yan up.

    In May of the fifteenth year of Jingjia.

    The imperial examination is about to beginWhen it comes out, the rice paper underneath cannot be used.

    Qi Yan felt a sense of irritation in his heart, so he simply cut a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, wrapped his fingers randomly, cut out a few pieces of paper, and wrote quickly.

    Qi Yan stayed up all night and wrote down all the students who had visited her who had entered the palace examination one by one. She stopped writing and reviewed it bit by bit. It was good to put in some details. Finally, she had to add her opinions on the appointment.  .

    At dawn, he went to the morning court again. After returning, he had a hasty lunch and locked himself in the study again.

    Qi Yan ordered Qian Tong to brew a cup of strong tea. After drinking it, he felt slightly refreshed and wrote two letters.

    ¡°One is written to Nangong Shunu, and the other is written to Nangong Jingnu.

    Nangong Shunu¡¯s letter was written quickly. Qi Yan handed it to Qian Tong and ordered him to deliver it to Nangong Shunu personally.

    Qi Yan spent most of the day writing the second letter. There were piles of waste paper all over the floor, but he finally finished it.

    Putting down the pen, Qi Yan rubbed his waist, brought the basin and threw all the waste paper balls into the basin, watching the clear water turn turbid.

    Qi Yan was so tired that she simply sat on the floor. She didn¡¯t know how long it took before she slowly got up while holding on to the desk. She looked at the three-page letter on the desk and remained silent for a long time.

    There was a sigh in the study. Qi Yan picked up the letter and read it again. Finally, he threw the letter, which had been written countless times, into the dark water.

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