However, Wang Pu did not explain to Zhao Yu what "Tianshi" was. Instead, he smiled and asked:
"I wonder what the young marquis thinks of the general of the auxiliary country?"
Huang Jingming, the late emperor's most trusted minister. When the late emperor was dying, he promoted Huang Jingming to the rank of General of the Auxiliary State and gave him the important task of entrusting him to assist his youngest son, who is now His Majesty Zhao Heng.
To this day, the power of North Korea and China has been in the hands of this auxiliary general for six years. In the past six years, both the government and the public have praised this man without hesitation.
"Huang Jingming can be summed up in four words: a traitor but a loyal one."
Zhao Yu pondered for a long time and finally said his father Zhao Qin's evaluation of Huang Jingming.
"A treacherous person is like a loyal person, and the young Marquis has hit the nail on the head!"
Wang Pu's eyes lit up, and his evaluation of Zhao Yu went up to a higher level.
"After these six years, the general has controlled most of the government and the public. In addition, he has a large number of troops, so it is expected that he will have different aspirations. Although Empress Dowager Xuande tried her best to weaken the power of the general in the court, she after all Living in the deep palace for a long time, his influence on the previous dynasty was limited.
Now, the day when His Majesty will take charge is approaching. In ancient times, the first thing a king did after coming to power was to cut off his powerful officials. If the general does not want to be captured without mercy and wait for death, he must strike first and destroy the establishment.
But this is the right time for the young Marquis! "
After listening to Wang Pu's analysis, Zhao Yu couldn't help but nodded, but he was still a little confused.
"If Huang Jingming abolished the establishment without authorization, this would be a catastrophe for the great Chu. Why did you say that it was the boy's 'natural timing'?"
Wang Pu laughed and said:
"Little Marquis, after seven generations of great Chu, the hearts of the people are so strong that no matter how confident the auxiliary general is, he would not dare to usurp the throne. He would only dare to abolish the throne. In this case, the new emperor must be chosen from the clan. Xuande The empress dowager murdered the clan, leaving almost no one left in the clan. The young marquis has not yet reached the crown, and the old marquis has added to his reputation, so why won't Huang Jingming choose the young marquis as the new emperor?"
Not yet reaching the crown, it means that he is young and easy to control; if he is prestigious, he can minimize the opposition from the government and the public when he ascends the throne; the most important thing is that he is still from the Wuzong lineage, not the current Renzong lineage.
Zhao Yu had a flash of inspiration and asked urgently:
"Is this the reason why Mr. asked the boy to hoard his talents?"
"exactly."
Wang Pu nodded and solemnly reminded:
"At that time, the young Marquis will have to face the general of the auxiliary country. If he cannot get rid of the powerful officials in one fell swoop, then the fate of the young Marquis in the future... Please be prepared for the young Marquis. .”
"It's just a matter of using the sword to make a quick move." Zhao Yu smiled freely.
What a joke, if you can’t win even if you have a cheat, then you deserve to die!
…………
Shenjing, Cining Palace.
An old eunuch with gray hair walked up to Empress Dowager Xuande in a low voice, holding a whisk in hand.
"The Queen Mother, a message has arrived from Taihe Mansion."
"Bring it to the Ai family to see."
Empress Dowager Xuande, who was teasing the lion cat in her arms, said lazily when she heard this.
"Here."
Opening the secret letter, Empress Dowager Xuande, who was less than forty years old, looked at what was said in her heart, frowned inadvertently, and coldly snorted:
"The Anguo Hou and his wife were assassinated, and only the legitimate son survived? Most of the hidden guards who went to Qingzhou City lost...Wang Lin, how did you do it? The losses are so huge, and there is something wrong?"
"This old slave is not strict with me, please forgive me, Queen Mother!"
Seeing the Queen Mother's anger, Wang Lin hurriedly knelt down on the ground, pressing her forehead against the cold floor and not daring to raise her head.
"That's it, get up."
Empress Dowager Xuande waved her hands and said nonchalantly:
"Since you have served me in front of me for many years, I won't punish you. Let Taihe Mansion find an opportunity to make up for what you need to do. Also, don't expose your identity."
"Don't worry, Queen Mother, I will tell those incompetent guys now!"
Wang Lin kowtowed several times before standing up.
At this moment, a palace maid with a look of panic on her face ran all the way into Cining Palace. As soon as she entered the palace, she knelt down in front of Empress Dowager Xuande with a plop.
"Queen Mother, something happened!"
"The Ai family remembers that you were serving His Majesty. Why, what happened?"
Empress Dowager Xuande looked at the palace maid who was running out of breath, and felt something bad in her heart.
"Queen Mother, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, when he was playing in Xuanwu Lake, he accidentally slipped and fell into the water..."
"What did you say?"
Before she finished speaking, Empress Dowager Xuande, with her brows raised, suddenly stood up from her seat, stared at the palace maid and shouted.
The palace maid glanced at the furious Queen Mother Xuande, swallowed her saliva, and said bravely:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty slipped and fell into the water in Xuanwu Lake. Although he was rescued, he is still unconscious..."
"enough!"
Empress Dowager Xuande's face was so gloomy that she could almost shed water.
She waved her long sleeves and walked out of Cining Palace first.
"Let's go to Xuanwu Lake! The Ai family wants to see who dares to murder His Majesty! Wang Lin, go and call all the old guys from Taiyuan Hospital to the Ai family! If something happens to His Majesty today, the Ai family will not spare you! "
That night, according to rumors in the palace, more than half of the maids and eunuchs responsible for serving His Majesty were killed with sticks.
…………
Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since the funeral of An Guohou.
On this day, Zhao Yu, wearing white mourning clothes, was playing chess with Wang Pu in the backyard of the Hou Mansion. Suddenly Zhang Xiu hurriedly came to the two of them, holding a letter coated with fire paint in his hand.
"Master Marquis, there is an urgent report from Shenjing!"
As a member of the Zhao family clan, Zhao Yu's lineage still has some connections and insiders in Shenjing.
After taking the letter, Zhao Yu glanced at the intact paint on the seal, breathed a sigh of relief, took a knife from the side, scraped off the paint, and took out a secret letter from the letter.
When he saw the content clearly, his eyes widened suddenly, and an incredible look appeared on his handsome face.
"Master Hou?"
Seeing Zhao Yu staying where he was, Wang Pu was confused and called out in a low voice. Zhang Xiu on the side also looked at Zhao Yu curiously.
Zhao Yu, who came back to his senses, handed the secret letter to Wang Pu and said with a wry smile:
"Mr. Wenbo, take a look. What is written in this letter is really unbelievable..."
As he spoke, Zhao Yu rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.
After reading the secret letter, Rao, who was as calm as Wang Pu, was also a little shocked and speechless.
"His Majesty was on a boat ride at Xuanwu Lake in Xiyuan when he accidentally slipped and fell into the water. When he was rescued, the water had already entered his lungs. In addition, he was frightened and frightened. After returning to the palace, he contracted lung disease and has been bedridden since then. The doctor prescribed several prescriptions, but none of them had any effect. Instead, the symptoms became more and more serious. After going back and forth for less than half a month, I finally..."
After reading the secret letter, Wang Pu raised his head and looked at Zhao Yu.
"Master Marquis, I have heard that the royal family has secret martial arts. Even if you have a small degree of success in learning, it will not... His Majesty passed away due to drowning. This, this is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
When Zhao Yu heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer.
"When I was young, I once heard my father mention this matter. The late emperor focused all his attention on government affairs and had no time to take care of the harem. He left the education of his children in the hands of the current Queen Mother. Before that, the late emperor only had princesses. , had no son, and now that he has a son, both the late emperor and the current Queen Mother regarded him as a treasure. The Queen Mother was especially unwilling to let him suffer, so His Majesty practiced martial arts for three days, fishing and half a month, drying nets. The result, who would have thought Such a thing has happened. It can only be said to be retaliation, what you sow will reap what you sow!"
Even the weakest lower-level third-level warriors know one or two of the lowest light skills. Death by drowning will never happen to a warrior unless there is premeditation.
What does it mean to make one's own mistakes and not survive? This is!
Speaking of this, Zhao Yu even felt quite happy in his heart.
There is no other reason, just because the Wuzong lineage has been suppressed too hard.
"Mr. Wenbo," Zhao Yu put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, leaned forward slightly and looked at Wang Pu with bright eyes, "In your opinion, sir, is there any handiwork by the general in this matter?" Is this moment the [Tianshi] that Mr. said?"
Just when Zhao Yu received the news that the young emperor Long Yu had passed away, thousands of miles away in the southwest Miao territory, General Huang Jingming of the auxiliary country also received news from Shenjing.
"Why, Yizhi, do you think this is my fault?"
Putting the brush in his hand on the pen holder on the desk, Huang Jingming turned around and looked at the young man who hurried into the tent, his confidant Wu Yizhi, with a smile.
