Since Taizu made Shenjing his capital, this proverb has been circulating in Shenjing.
Shenjing is a big place and it is not easy to live there.
These six words are not just words.
If you want to buy a property in Shenjing, especially in the northwest city where dignitaries gather, even if it is a small courtyard with two entrances, the price is simply not something that ordinary officials in the capital can afford.
Since Wu Yizhi returned to Shenjing, apart from often going to Zuijin Tower, he has stayed in the general's mansion and stayed in seclusion.
In the evening of this day, Jinwu Huang Wenbo, who was busy with business, had just returned to his brother's mansion when he heard the faint sound of silk and bamboo coming from the mansion.
Turning around the screen wall, the figure in the lobby who was listening to the singer singing softly and watching the graceful dancing of the dancer came into his eyes. Suddenly, Huang Wenbo's thick eyebrows couldn't help but frown slightly.
Although he had great respect for the counselor under his eldest brother, Huang Wenbo still felt a little sad when he saw this scene.
This guy has wasted his best years!
"General Huang, are you out of office? Come and drink this cup with your little brother!"
Seeing Huang Wenbo, Wu Yizhi's eyes lit up, he raised the wine glass in his hand from a distance, then raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Yizhi, don't drink it!"
Huang Wenbo came to Wu Yizhi, took the wine glass from his hand, and waved his hand.
The singers and dancers bowed to the two of them, bowed slightly, and bowed out respectfully.
"Did you know that today there is a rumor going up and down the court that Marquis An Guo is only less than a day away from Shenjing."
Wu Yizhi half-opened his drunken eyes and nodded indifferently.
"I know, you and I got the news from General Fan in the past two days. They had killed the assassins. After meeting with Marquis An Guo, they rushed towards Shenjing. Counting the time, they are not close to reaching Jingjing. It’s water. After passing Jingshui, it’s only half a day’s journey from Shenjing. It’s reasonable for all the civil and military officials in Shenjing to know the news we got.”
"Mr. Wu, you know this is not what Wenbo wants to hear!"
Huang Wenbo's voice was mixed with a little helplessness.
"I know what you want to ask me? I have indeed witnessed this matter with my own eyes, and there is no way it can be lied to. Mr. Natian, as you also know, has done his best since he followed the general. If it weren't for him and his disciple Zhien I'm afraid it will take a few more years for the general to achieve his current status based on military merit."
Wu Yizhi's expression no longer looked as frivolous as before, and he said solemnly:
"General Huang, I know you have many doubts in your heart, but looking at all the clans, only Marquis An Guo is the most suitable person. The general is interested in the blood of the Wuzong in him, so he wants to make him the emperor. This weakens the prestige that Renzong's bloodline has accumulated for hundreds of years. The general's move may be God's will, but it is more due to the will of the people."
Huang Wenbo was silent for a while after hearing Wu Yizhi's words, but finally made up his mind.
"Brother's wishes, Wenbo will naturally not violate it. But I don't know why, but I feel a little frightened. Since Mr. Wu said this, seeing is better than hearing. Tomorrow, I will go with all the officials to greet the Anguo Hou in person. . By the way, tell him who has the final say in this Chu court!"
Huang Jingming had been letting his men build momentum for dozens of days regarding the establishment of Marquis An Guo as the new emperor. At this time, An Guohou came to Beijing, and everyone knew why the other party came. Therefore, after the dynasty dispersed, someone suggested that all those with official positions of third rank or above should go outside the Xuanniiao Pavilion to pay homage to the new king.
The Xuannia Pavilion is a royal palace and has always been a summer retreat for the emperors of Chu.
However, Huang Wenbo did not plan to wait for Zhao Yu's chariot at Xuanniao Pavilion with many civil and military ministers. Instead, he planned to take several direct descendants of the generals to the bank of Jingshui River to welcome the new king.
Wu Yizhi looked at Huang Wenbo, who was a little anxious with his eyebrows, nodded, and said no more.
That night, Zhao Yu's name was not only mentioned by Wu Yizhi and others, but also appeared in the mouths of some people.
Under the night, an old man with gray hair walked alone into the depths of his house, came to the ancestral temple, reached out and gently opened the door.
"The ancestors are on top."
The old man knelt in front of the ancestor's tablet and kowtowed three times respectfully. When he stood up again, tears were streaming down his face.
"Today, the unscrupulous descendants Zhan reported to our ancestors. God has eyes and allowed the blood of the Wuzong to return to the great treasure. Our descendants and descendants have kept our ancestors' last wishes in mind for the past hundred years and dare not forget them. Now we will try our best to assist the new emperor and restore the throne. Boost your family’s prestige!”
At the same time, there was another scene in Cining Palace.
"Trash, it's all trash!"
No matter how delicate the makeup is, it can't hide the anger on Queen Mother Xuande's face.
"Wang Lin, what do your secret guards do? You can't even kill a mere Marquis of Anguo. I have supported you for so many years and spent so much money, but at the critical moment you tell me that you have failed? This silver can still make a sound when thrown into the water, but it can't even be heard if it is fed to slaves like you. Wang Lin, tell me, what crime do you want me to punish you for?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! My Majesty, please forgive me!"
Wang Lin knelt in front of Queen Mother Xuande and kowtowed, but she kept muttering in her heart.
They say that women are fickle, but I didn’t expect that the Queen Mother would be the same. In the past two years, those hidden guards have contributed a lot, and those clan members have been assassinated a lot. That's not what you said at that time, the Queen Mother. Now, just because I barely missed twice, I have been demoted to worthless by you, my empress. It’s really...
Furthermore, if Na Shi'a hadn't betrayed him, the hidden guards he finally trained wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.
The Queen Mother was not born into a noble family, and she entered the harem early. She had not been exposed to many swordsman masters, and she did not know what it meant to be called a "master".
And he, Wang Lin, served Dezong in his early years and was influenced by his ears and eyes, and he had the vision he has today.
Na Shi'a once served as the swordsmanship teacher of Emperor Daxing. In terms of swordsmanship and martial arts, few people in the palace could match him.
He rebelled before the battle, which was completely destructive to our own plans!
However, if he told this in front of the Queen Mother, she would not believe it at all, but would think that he was actually shirking his responsibility.
Even though he understood the importance of this mission and the empress had given her countless instructions, at this moment, facing this sense of disparity, he still felt a little resentful in his heart.
"Hmph, seeing as how useful you are, I will spare your life. Go away!"
Hearing these words, Wang Lin, who felt like she had been pardoned, breathed a sigh of relief. After kowtowing to Empress Dowager Xuande several times, she rolled out of Cining Palace.
The huge palace became quiet again.
After a long time, a faint sigh came from inside.
