The next day.
At dawn, many officials in Bianjing City opened their doors as if they had made an agreement. The courtiers, wearing various court uniforms, walked out of their houses and gathered towards Xuande Gate from all directions.
Although it was not yet time to open the door, more and more civil and military officials came to Xuande Gate.
In front of Xuande Gate, in the square paved with blue bricks and stones, the bloodstains left by the soldiers the night before have been washed away, and hundreds of corpses have been moved and buried outside the city. Apart from a faint smell of blood, almost no one can be found. Any trace of a fierce battle.
Officials wearing purple, vermilion and green court uniforms gathered in front of Xuande Gate, talking quietly in groups of three and five.
The news of King Yan's rebellion has been spreading wildly since the night before yesterday, and as the day and night passed, even the officials with limited hearing and eyes basically understood the whole story.
King Yong was killed by King Yan, and King Yan died at the hands of Gu Tingye, the pioneer in quelling the rebellion. King Yong and King Yan fought to the death for the throne, and even went so far as to mutiny and force the palace. In the end, no one got an advantage. They all ended up defeated and dead.
On the contrary, the Yuzhou regiment commander Zhao Zongquan, who had always been unknown, suddenly rose to prominence and became the profitable fisherman. He easily sat on the crown prince throne that King Yong and King Yan coveted.
Nothing is more impermanent than this.
Bang bang bang!
After a long wait, the sound of a salute was suddenly heard, and accompanied by the majestic and melodious sound of morning bells, two of the five side doors of Xuandemen slowly opened.
Immediately, a group of people was seen slowly coming out of the side door. The leader was an eunuch in purple robe, followed by several eunuchs, and after that, dozens of famous eunuchs.
"It's the angel who delivers the oracle!"
Seeing the yellow silk box held by the purple-robed chamberlain in front, a commotion suddenly broke out in the square in front of Xuande Gate.
The courtiers spontaneously gave way, but their eyes kept staring at the yellow silk box containing the imperial edict in the hands of the purple-robed eunuch.
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The servant in the purple robe held the imperial edict in his hand and stood in front of the courtiers. The moment he unfolded the imperial edict, the people in the square fell in worship.
But I heard the servant in purple robe read:
"Since ancient times, emperors have succeeded to the throne and set up their own empire, to control the whole region. They must establish the Yuan Chu, Maolong, the foundation of the country, and the Mianzong Society without borders.
I am anxious to remember my ancestors, and I am very cautious day and night. I look up to my ancestor, Molie Zhaochui, and entrust me with the most important things.
Zhao Zongquan, the son of the clan, is filial and virtuous, and I bow to you very little. I would like to inform Heaven and Earth, Sheji, and the ancestral temple to confer a book treasure and establish him as the Crown Prince, enthroned in the East Palace.
I have been ill for a long time, and I think that all the plans in one day cannot last long. I hereby order the crown prince to be promoted to the Chongzheng Palace, where he will be responsible for the affairs of the people, oversee the army and the country, and the queen will hold the seal and listen to the government.
It is specially announced to the world, so that everyone can hear it. "
After the imperial edict was read out, the square in front of Xuande Gate was quiet for half a cup of tea, and then a huge noise broke out.
The prince supervises the country, and the queen hangs the curtain.
The emperor was still in power, but he handed over all the government affairs to the prince and queen. This was something that had never happened in the 150 years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.
The fact that the official family can make such a decision shows how weak the official family has become after the big changes in the palace the night before, and they are probably almost exhausted.
Thinking of this, the courtiers were all worried.
Of course, some people are secretly excited.
The replacement of the throne and the transfer of power will inevitably bring large-scale shocks to the court, but it will also bring many opportunities for status transition. As long as you grasp it, there is the possibility of soaring into the sky.
At this time, the Xuande Gate had been opened, and all the civil and military officials, each with their own concerns, lined up and filed in.
It was supposed to be led by the Longtuge bachelor, but one of the three Longtuge bachelors died at the hands of the rebels, and the other two stayed in the Zhi Palace last night and were not here, so the leaders became the Rites and Personnel Department. The two ministers.
Next to the queue of hundreds of officials, there are several censors standing, who are responsible for inspecting the conduct of the officials. Among them is the new censor, Qi Heng.
Qi Heng had just entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate not long ago. It was when he was most enthusiastic about his work. He would look at every official who passed in front of him from top to bottom, carefully checking whether the other person's speech and behavior were correct. Where the rules are exceeded.
Suddenly, Qi Heng saw a young official wearing a third-grade official robe not far away hurriedly coming from outside the door. He immediately frowned and planned to write this person down and report it to his superior later.
However, when he saw clearly the appearance of this third-grade official, he was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Scholar Wei!"
The person coming was none other than Wei Chen. He left home a little late today, so he hurried and hurried slowly to make sure he didn't miss the time.
Qi Heng nodded slightly towards Wei Chen, but he was secretly annoyed because he didn't even recognize Wei Chen just now.
Only then did he remember that Wei Chen, as a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, was a fifth-rank court official, but he could borrow the third-rank service.
Seeing Qi Heng, Wei Chen just nodded and gave Qi Heng a warm smile. The current situation was not suitable for greeting Qi Heng.
However, although Wei Chen didn't want to stand out too much, Qi Heng's words of "Wei Scholar" just now had alarmed many courtiers.
The two groups of courtiers who lined up turned around following the sound and looked at Wei Chen with complicated eyes.
There was an incident in the palace the night before, and everyone knew Wei Chen's role in it.
First, the guards around the Hanlin Academy abnormally noticed that there was something going on in the palace, and then Xingye asked to see the officials to warn them, and then they broke out of the siege and brought in reinforcements with a bloody tiger talisman.
On the night of the palace coup, Wei Chen's actions could be said to have turned the tide before it fell, and helped the building from falling, showing the demeanor of a famous minister with both wisdom and courage.
Even Gu Tingye, the second son of Marquis Ningyuan who shot and killed the leader of the thieves, King Yan, could only be ranked below Wei Chen in terms of merit.
But today, the prince is dying and the prince is supervising the country. Wei Chen has the merit of saving the prince and is an old man of Yuzhou. He has become the biggest beneficiary after this palace coup.
Everyone understands that from now on, no matter how ups and downs the court situation is, Wei Chen's position in the court will be unshakable.
Looking at this young upstart, some had hot eyes, some had cold expressions, and even more were filled with envy and jealousy. In short, no one could ignore him.
Under the gazes of all the courtiers, Wei Chen walked into the Hanlin Academy class train with a natural expression.
"Xingyun, you are late."
Ding Siquan, who was in front of Wei Chen, saw Wei Chen approaching, turned around, lowered his voice, and greeted Wei Chen with a smile.
Wei Chen was startled for a moment, then replied with a smile: "I finally caught up."
Ding Siquan and Wei Chen were both bachelor's lecturers in the Hanlin Academy, but Ding Siquan had more qualifications, so he surpassed Wei Chen in the ranking. The relationship between the two in the Hanlin Academy had always been quite subtle, and it was considered lukewarm. kind of.
Just now, Ding Siquan took the initiative to say hello to Wei Chen. Although it was just a short sentence, Wei Chen was keenly aware of the hint of goodwill in the other person's tone.
Wei Chen sighed secretly in his heart, but his face showed no signs of it. He lowered his head and followed the queue, slowly heading towards Chongzheng Hall.
