"Although he didn't say who it was, I think he actually said who it was." Qi Xingyun held his head and looked at the night outside the hall in a daze.
"Your Majesty, the wind is blowing."
Wang Yun took out his big cloak and put it on Qi Xingyun. He took two steps back and looked at it carefully, and said, "This Liu Zhaoyi is quite clever and her red embroidery is pretty good."
Qi Xingyun knocked on the imperial case and said: "Go to the Supreme Palace and tell the Supreme Emperor that I already know who it is. The Supreme Emperor will naturally understand."
He had always found the Emperor's autistic behavior to be very strange.
Because of the tense situation at the beginning, in order to prevent further farce of unrest among the princes and relatives, Qi Xingyun grounded the Supreme Emperor during the crisis.
At that time, the Supreme Emperor was feeling uncomfortable all over in the Supreme Palace. He was someone who couldn't stand idle, and couldn't bear any loneliness.
And before Qi Xingyun returned to Beijing this time, the Supreme Emperor's autism actually revealed a lot of problems, at least he was one of the insiders.
Wang Yun left the Wende Hall with a confused look on his face and came to the Taishang Palace. He could smell the fragrance of flowers from a long distance away. It was the fragrance of flowers that were steamed by the hot springs in the Huachi Hot Spring in the Taishang Palace.
Wang Yun arrived in a hurry, and the Supreme Emperor put on a bathrobe and leaned out of the Huaqi. He came out to greet him and said, "What's the matter with the angel?"
Wang Yun first bowed to the Emperor and then explained the Emperor's instructions thoroughly.
"Does the king know that the emperor just said such a word without beginning or end?" the Supreme Emperor asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Wang Yun looked at the confusion on the Emperor's face and realized that it was probably because the Emperor was too fond of the Emperor.
The Supreme Emperor obviously didn't know this. This confusion was mixed with worry about the inability to complete the imperial edict and frowning doubts. It was obviously not an expression that the Supreme Emperor could perform.
If the Supreme Emperor had such acting skills, he could still have been the emperor for more than 20 years. The more he became, the worse he became?
"I didn't understand it very well either." Wang Yun said honestly,
Wang Yun really didn't understand.
He made it very clear about today's personal affairs with the official and Prince Zhuang's Mansion. The Supreme Emperor still looked confused and said: "Please tell me, Wangdu, to report back to Your Majesty. I really didn't understand."
Qi Xingyun couldn't help but listen to Wang Yun's reply with a wry smile on his face, and asked with some confusion: "He really didn't understand? In other words, he hid in the palace and refused to go out, just because he was simply afraid of getting him involved?"
Wang Yun nodded firmly and said: "The Emperor closed the door to thank the guests, maybe it was just out of fear."
Qi Xingyun closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, then suddenly opened his eyes and said: "The decree is that there will be no court tomorrow. The courtiers will have a rest for the day, and will go to Zhonghun Mountain the next day to receive the wind and wash away the dust for General He Anyi."
"I order my subordinates to guard the imperial city in a group of three, with their spears and swords unsheathed, and their bows and crossbows cocked. If there is any abnormal movement, they will be killed immediately."
Since he gave them a chance before, but they didn't take action, and now he wants to take action again, Qi Xingyun is ready to hide in his shell and wait for his loyal army to come to the capital. If they want to take action again, it will be too late.
Qi Xingyun seemed to already know who his opponent was, but he still didn't know their purpose.
Not long after Wang Yun left, he hurried back to Wende Hall and said: "Tang Jinghui, the minister of household affairs, asked to see him outside the hall and said he had something important to report. Hearing that the emperor would not have a regular court tomorrow and wanted to take a break to greet General He, he hurried over. ”
"Tsk, tsk, are you so impatient? Go and ask Tang Jinghui if there's anything you can do the day after tomorrow." Qi Xingyun said with a smile on his face. As expected, he still couldn't hold himself back and pushed this man on the surface impatiently. out.
Wang Yun hurriedly replied: "I asked you when I was outside the palace. Tang Shaoqing said that the emperor will not take a bath until tomorrow, but he will not take a bath today."
Tsk, tsk, Wang Yun did this job very thoughtfully.
Qi Xingyun's smile grew brighter and he said: "Then you go and tell him that I won't go to court today. Bring him his papers. I will take a look when I have time."
Qi Xingyun didn't intend to rest today, he just didn't want to see Tang Jinghui.
"Ah?" When Wang Yun heard this, the emperor, who had never left his hands since he ascended the throne, wanted to rest for the first time in order to welcome He An Yi?
After Tang Jinghui's papers were brought back to Wende Hall, Wang Yun realized that he had overthought himself. The emperor was still at his desk, processing Da Qi's official documents.
The documents are labor-intensive.
Qi Xingyun carefully read through Tang Jinghui's papers and understood the real intention behind this group of people.
Their target was not themselves, to be precise, it was because they had no heirs for a long time, and they wanted to make Qi Shuanglin the crown prince.
The entire Zhazi has only one core content, the candidate for the crown prince.
"Tsk, tsk, Qi Shuanglin, his virtue is perfect? Is he blameless?!"
"King Shuo brought Qi Shuanglin back! He adopted him as his adopted son, and even wrote me a letter to return the genealogy! Is the person he recommended a good character?"
"The letter from King Shuo is still in Wenxuan Pavilion. Do you want me to take it out and slap him in the face of Tang Jinghui?!" Qi Xingyun slapped Zha Zi on the imperial desk and shouted angrily.
Qi Shuanglin's identity was very special. There was once a prince who fell ill and died at the age of seventeen, and Qi Shuanglin was the posthumous son of the former prince.
Precisely because the former prince died early, the Supreme Emperor was afraid of violating the harmony of heaven, so he later delayed establishing a prince.
This is all a thing of the past.
What Tang Jinghui is currently writing is that he hopes the emperor can let Qi Shuanglin enter the palace, raise him in the palace, and wait until the right time to establish him as the prince.
"What the hell!" Qi Xingyun threw Tang Jinghui's zhazi on the ground and shouted angrily.
"It's difficult to deal with it." Qi Xingyun sat dejectedly on the throne, looked at Zha Zi who was thrown out by him, and said to Wang Yun: "Pick it back up."
"Party strife is starting again." Qi Xingyun sighed and looked at the zhazi in his hand. What he was most worried about came again.
Any matter involving the change of the throne will involve party struggles. And how many soldiers, generals, and opportunities did Da Qi lose because of party struggles?
Countless.
The best solution to this matter is for Qi Xingyun to give birth to a child with "impeccable merit", and then Tang Jinghui's son will naturally be solved.
Every year that the Daqi government becomes stable, the chances of the Han people being completely wiped out will increase, and the seeds sown by Qi Xingyun will sprout a few more branches.
By then, a single spark can start a prairie fire, and the momentum of history will be unstoppable.
The consequence of the emperor having no heirs is that he has no national foundation, which means that the country is in turmoil. Every transfer of imperial power will be accompanied by bloodshed.
Without national foundation, there is no confidence to speak.
Even if Tang Jinghui smeared his face with Zhazi, Qi Xingyun had no heirs, so his confidence in speaking was a little weaker.
"I don't know what these courtiers are thinking, so anxious." Qi Xingyun felt angry.
Fortunately, he was already prepared. Even if he couldn't give birth to a boy, there would still be a suitable heir.
