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The old emperor stared at Yan Qi.
Yan Qi suddenly blinked.
After all, the old emperor was well versed in the art of the emperor. He was just startled for a moment, but suddenly he came to his senses and pretended to be deep in thought. He suddenly changed his aggressive tone and became kind and cheerful.
"Even if I don't trust others, I will still trust Vice Prime Minister Yan! This Liu Xifeng actually did such a treacherous thing, and even the emperor's brother was implicated. He deserves to die."
Um?
The Eight Wise Kings, who were facing collapse, were also surprised.
He had already planned to break the jar just now.
At this point, the only option is to overturn the table regardless of the consequences.
But he didn't expect that at the critical moment, Yan Qi would stand on his own side and speak for him.
Moreover, the emperor actually believed what Yan Qi said.
Could it be that things have taken a turn for the worse?
The Eight Wise Kings are ready for a desperate fight.
There is nothing we can do about that.
Now, the situation has de-escalated and there is finally a sigh of relief.
After all, overturning the table now would be a great disservice to oneself.
The Eight Wise Kings borrowed the donkey from the slope and kowtowed to the old emperor: "My brother, I have let the emperor worry about me. Everything is due to my lax control. I deserve to die. I regret it too much. Please punish me!"
There was a complex look in the old emperor's eyes.
A little annoyed and a little scared.
He glanced at Yan Qi thoughtfully, and finally fixed his eyes on Baxian Wang. He stared at him for a long time before walking over and helping Baxian Wang up.
On his face, there was an expression of hatred.
"Royal brother, you and I are brothers and sisters. How can I have the heart to punish you by breaking my bones and connecting my tendons? Hey, you must remember your mistake today. I hope you can be strict with me in the future. Don't do it." Do something like this that shakes the foundation of the country again. Otherwise, I will definitely hold you accountable."
The Eight Wise Kings hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed again: "Yes, my brother must have learned his lesson, be strict with the people around him, and never dare to repeat the same mistakes again."
The old emperor looked around and saw that the punishment department was hung with white cloth. It didn't look like a yamen at all, but more like the palace of the king of hell.
He walked to the entrance of the criminal department again and looked around.
The whole street is shocking.
In the biting cold wind, everything was pure white.
Everyone was wearing plain clothes and filial piety belts.
White cloths were hung everywhere on the gates and beams.
When the cold wind blows, the sound is like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
How does this miserable appearance look like a prosperous capital city? It's like entering the eighteenth level of hell.
The old emperor murmured to himself: "I was confused. I didn't expect that the following would mess up like this."
The old imperial brother looked at Yang Ke: "Prime Minister Yang, you have always been responsible for the specific matters of the Prince's Grand Ceremony. I trust you and have never interfered. Now I want to ask you, what do you have?
Any plan? Tell me. "
Yang Ke said: "I believe that although the prince died in battle, his soul will definitely be immortal, and he must be worshiped by the people!"
"Therefore, I want to make a big statement and ask the people to kneel three times and kowtow nine times to present gifts to the prince."
"In the common people's homes, all kinds of gods and Buddhas should be removed and replaced with the prince's tablet. They should kneel and kowtow three times in the morning, noon and evening to perform the ceremony of the emperor."
"In stores, Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, caves and other places, people should also go to the prince's monument and enjoy the incense with the gods from all walks of life."
"Especially during the seven days of the sacrifice, the people stopped all activities, knelt in front of the monument at home, and prayed for the prince every day."
The people were all moved after hearing what Yang Ke said.
If we really do this, the people’s lives will not have to go away...
Yang Ke continued: "On the day of the prince's grand memorial ceremony, we pay homage to the prince's portrait, kneel for the prince all the way to the prince's mausoleum, and..."
"Okay, step back first."
The old emperor suddenly spoke, interrupting Yang Ke's words.
Yang Ke had no choice but to retreat.
"Vice Prime Minister Yan!" the emperor suddenly shouted.
"I'm here!"
Yan Qi cupped his hands.
The old emperor asked: "Does Deputy Yan have any suggestions or ideas for the prince's grand ceremony?"
Yan Qidao: "The prince is outstanding and cares about the sufferings of the people. He is deeply loved by the people and is missed by everyone. Because of this, I think that if the prince knows something, he should not want to affect the people's livelihood because of the prince's grand ceremony."
"Moreover, during the prince's lifetime, he often paid private visits in private, ate and lived with the people, and showed no pomp. If he was extravagant during the prince's grand ceremony, wouldn't it be inconsistent with the prince's character? If the prince knew what he was doing, he would be happy again?"
"Furthermore, the original intention of the Prince's Festival is to commemorate the longing for the Prince. It is a commemoration from the heart, rather than commemoration for the sake of commemoration."
"Therefore, I believe that keeping everything simple should not affect the people's livelihood, let alone make the people feel burdened because of the prince's grand sacrifice."
"In short, I have three opinions: first, it is forbidden to be extravagant and wasteful, second, it is forbidden to affect the people's livelihood, and third, it is forbidden to take the opportunity to collect people's money."
Yang Ke taunted: "Vice Prime Minister Yan, this is wrong. If you go by your idea, can the Prince's Grand Ceremony still be called the Grand Sacrifice? Your idea is simply stupid, and it does not reflect the dignity of the Crown Prince's status at all..."
"Prime Minister Yang..."
The emperor stared at Yang Ke and interrupted him again.
"I'm here!"
Yang Ke quickly shut up.
He was very depressed. Why did the emperor always interrupt him?
The old emperor said: "From today on, the specific matters of the Prince's Grand Sacrifice will be handed over to Yan Qi. Prime Minister Yang, please withdraw from the specific matters of the Prince's Grand Sacrifice."
"this……"
When Yang Ke heard this, he was shocked.
Through the Prince's Grand Sacrifice, he took over
I did a lot of projects and made a lot of money.
If you just quit like this, how will you make money?
How to take advantage of others?
Yang Ke did not expect that the emperor would come up with such a move, and hurriedly handed over his hand: "Your Majesty, I am responsible for the prince's grand ceremony, and I have a lot of experience. If I give up halfway, I am afraid that many things will be entangled. Vice Minister Yan suddenly accepted it, and many things are unclear... "
The old emperor looked back and stared at Yang Ke: "Didn't you understand my instructions? I want you to withdraw from the Prince's Grand Ceremony. The specific matters will be handled by Vice Prime Minister Yan. This matter is settled and there will be no changes."
"This is!"
Yang Ke didn’t dare to quibble anymore.
He only agreed and retreated to the back.
In my heart, I feel depressed and distressed.
The old emperor said to Yan Qi: "You must do the errands I entrust you with."
Yan Qidao: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely not violate the Emperor and the Crown Prince's original intention of loving the people as their own children."
The old emperor nodded slowly and sighed.
It seemed that all his strength and energy had been exhausted just now.
His body swayed and he fell into Gao Shangtian's arms.
Gao Shangtian hurriedly supported the old emperor.
The old emperor's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he breathed out a breath: "High to heaven, return to the palace."
"Congratulations, Brother Imperial."
The Eight Wise Kings kept sending the old emperor out of the gate of the Ministry of Punishment.
Yan Qi and others also followed.
The Eighth Sage King looked sideways at Yan Qi, feeling extremely sad and angry.
Today, I came to the Ministry of Punishment with great pain, and it can be said that I have thrown myself into a trap.
Yan Qi clearly did this on purpose.
All he said was that he had killed someone.
But he didn't say that he killed the blue-clad guard.
The Eight Wise Kings were filled with regret.
If he had known earlier that it was the blue-clad guard who was being killed, he would not have come to embarrass himself.
This is great.
The virtuous image that had been worked hard for many years collapsed in an instant.
Tomorrow, rumors about him will definitely spread in the streets.
None of these rumors were good.
Because the people are not stupid either.
No need to wait for tomorrow, see the results today.
The Eight Wise Kings listened attentively, and the people's comments became increasingly unpleasant.
"Hey, why don't I believe Liu Xifeng did it? Liu Xifeng is just a strategist. Without the permission of the Eight Wise Kings and ten of his courage, he wouldn't have dared to be so bold."
"The old emperor is really interested in the Eight Wise Kings. The Eight Wise Kings did something so outrageous that the emperor didn't even attack the Eight Wise Kings. The Eight Wise Kings really want to burn incense."
"Liu Xifeng's death was strange. Maybe it was the Eight Wise Kings himself who did it. Maybe Liu Xifeng was killed by the Eight Wise Kings. This is called killing and silencing..."
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