He was very satisfied with King Fu's performance, but he was also the least able to see through it.
He couldn't figure out what this uncle who almost became the prince meant?
What does it mean to spare no effort to help yourself break the situation?
Is it really because they are a family as he said?
He just wanted to ask what his attitude was on the dispute between the country and the country, but when the words came to his lips, he turned to asking him to drink tea.
You know, his cheap dad was assassinated inexplicably, and it was known as a slug attack in history.
Moreover, the two cases of moving the palace and the red pill case are directly related to Guangzong, and also related to Prince Fu's mother Zheng Guifei.
"Hey... ever since I became the emperor, I have become suspicious!"
After a long time, Chongzhen sighed and smiled bitterly.
"No matter what it means, with my current strength, I am not afraid at all. It is just a twists and turns in the process, but the result will definitely be good!"
After finishing his soliloquy, Chongzhen also lit three pillars of incense and bowed devoutly.
When King Fu came to the gate of the Ancestral Temple, he let out a deep breath and looked back at the Ancestral Temple, his eyes filled with complicated expressions.
But then he hid himself, changed to an indifferent expression, and strolled towards the Tenth Prince's Mansion with his hands behind his back.
This scene completely confused the people from the major forces waiting outside.
As they expected, shouldn't it be like being in mourning after Prince Fu comes out?
Why are you still in the mood for a stroll right now? And he seems to be in a good mood?
But what shocked them even more was that on the winter solstice two days later, King Fu actually went to the imperial mausoleum at the foot of Tianshou Mountain to worship in place of the emperor.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this? I'm just not sure!"
"Has Prince Fu completely surrendered to His Majesty and donated all his family property, just like the acting king, in exchange for the lives of the royal family?"
"Prince Fu goes to offer sacrifices. Doesn't this mean he is optimistic about King Fu?"
"None of these are important. What is important is that King Fu can reach an agreement with His Majesty. Then can our own King also reach some kind of agreement with King Fu?"
"Yes, isn't this situation exactly what we expected? What are we struggling with?"
"What do you expect? What if the agreement is to donate all the family property? Are the princes willing?"
"Even if the vassal king is willing, will your Majesty be willing? Think about the fate of your nobles!"
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Under the discussion of spies from various major forces, a large group of people arrived at the mausoleum area.
Looking at the stone archway on the straight Shinto Road, King Fu's eyes were filled with longing.
"You go and offer sacrifices in other tombs, and I, King Dingling, will go and offer sacrifices in person!"
"I obey the order!"
After the relatives bowed and responded, they headed towards the designated mausoleums under the guidance of the Shrine Superintendent and the officials of Taichang Temple.
King Fu headed towards Dayu Mountain where Dingling is located.
Half an hour later, the officials of Taichang Temple entered the Qian'en Hall, took out the Emperor and Empress tablets from the Nuan Pavilion and placed them on the throne. They then placed the sacrifices on the table and left the hall.
Compared with other mausoleums that have solemn ceremonies such as bringing in silk, presenting honors, saluting, etiquette and music, this place is much deserted.
King Fu picked up the three standing incense sticks on the long desk and lit them. After the open flame was extinguished, he inserted them on the incense burner of the main case. After bowing, he sat down on the bright yellow futon in front of the main case.
His eyes were fixed on the rising smoke of the incense, the empress's divine tablet.
After a while, Prince Fu spoke up: "Father, my son is here to see you!"
The voice was a little hoarse, but it was more filled with deep longing.
Although Fuwang Mansion also has the sacred tablet of Emperor Wanli, Dingling is the place where Emperor Wanli is buried, and it has a different meaning.
King Fu looked at the magic card, his eyes a little blurry, and the scenes before the feudal period flashed in his mind.
At that time, the father was kind and the son was compassionate, the mother was kind and the son was filial, but now, he is the only one left.
"Father, after I went to Luoyang, I thought that you should not give in in the dispute over the country's foundation. The eldest brother indulged in drinking and debauchery and died suddenly after one month in office.
His son Zhu Youxiao succeeded to the throne, named Tianqi. As an emperor, he was addicted to carpentry and did not care about court affairs.
Supporting the eunuchs to balance the party struggle is also a good method, but it is a bit stupid to let an eunuch counterattack.
But Tianqi still had a good vision and chose his younger brother Zhu Youjian as his successor, named Chongzhen.
Facts have proved that his choice was correct. In just over a year, Ming Dynasty has been rejuvenated and its future is promising.
Do you know what he did? My son, let me tell you..."
King Fu sat on the futon, looked at the magic cards and talked to himself, praising Chongzhen!
If Chongzhen knew what King Fu was thinking at this moment, he would definitely complain...
If he hadn't traveled through time, the Ming Dynasty would have perished a dozen years later.
Chongzhen in history has received mixed praise and praise. In his opinion, it can only be said that an ordinary person with limited abilities can still be a conservative king in peacetime.
What he is facing is a situation that has accumulated over time, and he has lost his ancestral power. Although he has a certain amount of responsibility, he must not bear the main responsibility.
He was a poor man who was tricked by fate and caught up with the throne. Fate only gave him a hellish environment, but did not give him the corresponding talents and means.
It's hard to say whether the emperors of Nanming could have done better, because history has no ifs.
It's a pity that Chongzhen is not here, and even here he can't express his inner feelings.
"Father, you know very well the sins of the clan. Today's Ming Dynasty is full of vitality, but it is still not enough. Your Majesty wants to rectify the vassal king..."
"Father, even if you were stronger in the country's war back then and my son became the prince and the emperor, I can definitely do better than Taichang and Tianqi, but he will never be able to do as well as your Majesty does now... "
At this moment, King Fu felt complicated in his heart. The struggle over the country's foundation seemed to be about the position of the crown prince, but in reality it was a struggle between the imperial power and the civil service group, with the civil service group trying to restrain the imperial power.
If Wanli made him the prince, it would mean that the imperial power suppressed the power of ministers. With the consolidation of imperial power, there would be no such thing as Tianqi supporting the eunuchs to fight against the ministers.
It would be a lie to say that he has no idea about the throne.
But now this situation has completely cut off the idea of the throne.
With the emperor's strength and methods, if he shows his covetousness for the throne, he will definitely be executed.
This was also the reason why his son Zhu Yousong had been hanging out with the magicians for many years and ignored them, and it was not until he came to Beijing that he silenced those people.
"That's all, no matter who becomes the emperor, this Ming Dynasty will still be the Ming Dynasty of my Zhu family! But if you have to choose, His Majesty seems to be the most suitable one today!"
King Fu stayed in the Qian'en Hall for less than half an hour, and kept chattering for half an hour.
"Father, my son is gone. Maybe after the Chinese New Year, I will be able to visit you more often and spend time with my mother!"
King Fu, who walked to the entrance of the hall, looked back at the divine card, said something in a deep voice, and turned to leave.
The reluctance on his face also returned to a look of indifference.
The news that King Fu was in Beijing was revealed by spies from various major forces operating in the capital. Chongzhen was too lazy to pay attention to them, let alone have time to pay attention to them.
