"What do you think?" Zhang Fuqiang looked at his second brother, his eyes full of anger, "Father died suddenly, and no one was announced as the emperor.
My contribution is greater than that of my eldest brother. Just because he is the prince, he ascended the throne without a posthumous edict. I don’t accept it, I don’t accept it! "
Zhang Fuqiang felt that his contribution was greater than that of Zhang Fuchu, and he should be the emperor!
Zhang Fujun nodded and said, "I agree with this. I think you are more suitable to be the emperor than eldest brother!"
Zhang Fuqiang is not stupid. Hearing Zhang Fujun say this, "You want me to come forward so that you can reap the benefits?"
Zhang Fujun smiled slightly, walked to Zhang Fuqiang and said softly: "Brother, I don't want you to come forward and enjoy the success, but I hope that we can work together to work together for the future of the country."
He continued: "As brothers, we should support and help each other instead of opposing each other. The future of Dazhou is more important than our own selfishness, and we need to unite and face challenges together.
You know very well that eldest brother is definitely not suitable to be an emperor. His ability is too weak, and his civil and martial arts are not as good as ours.
When I said I wanted you to be the emperor, I meant it completely. "
Zhang Fuqiang snorted, "Are you so kind?"
Zhang Fujun looked at Zhang Fuqiang and continued: "You have outstanding abilities and prestige, but we cannot ignore the advantages of eldest brother in the hearts of the people and the inheritance of the royal family.
Our starting point is for the Great Zhou, right? "
Zhang Fujun's voice revealed a sense of reason and calmness, "So, we should cooperate and complement each other to resist big brother!"
After listening to Zhang Fujun's words, Zhang Fuqiang gradually let down his vigilance.
He knew very well that only if two people cooperated could they have a chance of success.
"Okay, since you are willing, then we will cooperate!" Zhang Fuqiang looked at Zhang Fujun and said.
Zhang Fuqiang nodded, "Right now, the assassins who assassinated my father have not been successfully captured, so this is our opportunity. We must kill my eldest brother at night.
When the time comes, all the blame will be placed on those assassins! "
Zhang Fujun frowned, "But the risk is too high. How to kill the eldest brother in full view of everyone is a problem.
Moreover, we must make our goals clear. "
"What is there to be afraid of? As long as we can succeed, everything will be worth it!" Zhang Fuqiang said with firm eyes.
Zhang Fujun was silent for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay, since you insist so much, let's act together."
After the two of them took stock together, they began to prepare for action.
That night, they came to the palace in the name of keeping vigil.
On normal days, it would be absolutely impossible for them to stay in the palace.
It is impossible for an adult prince to stay in the palace after dark.
There were many people in the entire palace, including Xie Zaixing and other ministers, as well as the imperial guards.
It is extremely difficult to take action in this situation.
Because the father was assassinated, all the eunuchs and maids in the palace were imprisoned.
It's hard for anyone to get close.
However, there is no way.
Zhang Fuqiang has made a lot of preparations over the years. For example, he bribed the guards in the palace.
As long as the guards are close, they can assassinate Zhang Fuchu.
At this moment, Zhang Fuchu was sitting there kneeling, wearing a dragon robe. Although he looked sad, Zhang Fuqiang could see that his eyes were full of the joy of becoming an emperor.
Zhang Fujun whispered: "There won't be any problem, right?"
"The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death. If you are afraid, just leave." Zhang Fuqiang said rather contemptuously.
Zhang Fujun didn't say anything. How could he leave? If he left, once Zhang Fuqiang took action, he could easily complete the palace change.
At that time, there will be nothing he can do.
He touched the dagger hidden in his arms and would kill Zhang Fuqiang as soon as Zhang Fuqiang took action.
By then, he will be the emperor!
"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother has asked people to prepare snacks." At this time, the Queen Mother's personal maid walked to Zhang Fuchu and said, but she did not dare to go too close and was blocked by Xie Zaixing.
Zhang Fuchu looked at the sky and said, "My lords, you must all be hungry. We haven't eaten much for a day. People are like iron, and food is like steel. We all need to take care of our stomachs."
All the ministers praised Zhang's comeback.
Zhang Fuqiang saw the opportunity for the guards to serve the food and glanced at the dead soldier he had trained.
The dead man understood and nodded secretly.
Although the palace was brightly lit, no one saw the two of them communicating secretly.
The dead man was holding a tray in his hand and following everyone, but Zhang Fuchu was in front of the coffin, a full seven or eight meters away. Plus Xie Zaixing, it was not easy to kill him.
However, this dead soldier is proficient in hidden weapons and can shoot out hidden weapons in a very short period of time, with extraordinary lethality.
The poison-quenching hidden weapon can be said to seal the throat at the sight of blood.
Zhang Fuqiang secretly nodded at the dead man and motioned for him to assassinate Zhang Fuchu!
The dead man put down the tray in his hand. At this moment, he was the closest to Zhang Fuchu.
At this moment, he whipped out the embroidery knife hidden in his sleeve.
This embroidery knife is as thin as a cicada's wing. When fired, it cuts through the air silently.
At this time, Zhang Fuchu looked at the snacks. Although his chest was pressed against his back due to hunger, in order to show his filial piety, he did not do anything.
Instead, he was waiting for the ministers to persuade him so that he could act like a filial son.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck. He subconsciously touched it with his hand and felt a warmth on his neck.
He raised his hand and saw that it was bright red.
"Blood, it's blood, how can there be blood?" Zhang Fuchu was extremely frightened, and finally made a hysterical voice, "Blood, there are assassins, there are assassins who want to assassinate me!"
This embroidered knife cannot kill him directly. What can really kill him is the poison on it.
When Zhang Fuchu shouted these words, there was chaos in the palace.
The dead soldier who took action was immediately detained by the guards at the front and rear.
Xie Zaixing, with a light on his back, hurriedly stood in front of Zhang Fuchu.
But when he looked back, he saw a scene that stunned him.
Zhang Fuchu was seen clutching his neck and falling to the ground with a look of pain on his face. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide open, and he died suddenly.
"Your Majesty!" Xie Zaixing flew to the sky.
Zhang Fuqiang, who was standing by, was extremely excited and secretly said: "It's successful, it's successful, the eldest brother is dead, the eldest brother is finally dead!"
The originally peaceful palace suddenly became a mess.
"Imperial Physician, go and call the Imperial Physician!" Xie Zaixing held Zhang Fuchu in his arms. He felt Zhang Fuchu's pulse and found that it was still beating. He felt that he should be able to save him.
But when the imperial doctor arrived, Zhang Fuchu had completely lost his heartbeat and was unwilling to rest in peace!
For a moment, there was deathly silence in the palace!
