The death of Emperor Qiming was not surprising to Prince Zhong, the eldest brother. Ever since he came to Juguangting Palace, his mother's life was like an oil lamp in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. He was busy these days with sending troops to the mainland and could only come occasionally. After a visit, I stayed for a while and then left. I saw that my mother's condition was deteriorating. From being able to eat and communicate normally to being able to only eat some porridge and soup, she was unconscious most of the time and could only occasionally babble. It's just more breathy than a dead person. Now standing in front of his mother's body, Prince Zhong, the eldest brother, didn't feel sad, but felt a little dazed and empty. He didn't know what to do for a while.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
The prince, the eldest brother, turned around and saw Nakatomi Kamazu standing at the door. The shadow shone on his face, making it difficult to see his expression. However, his robes were bulging inside, and he obviously had armor inside. Yes, his mother was already there. After leaving this world, while you are still here, some things must be done.
"Are you all ready?"
"The armies of the Nakatomi clan are ready, the docks have been occupied, the main roads leading to the capital have been blocked, and the ships are ready and can set sail at any time!"
The prince, the eldest brother, nodded with satisfaction. Nakatomi always does things so flawlessly. Every time the emperor dies, there will be a bloody storm, and this time is no exception. He is now in Chikushi, and he must take advantage of the fact that the capital has not yet learned about his mother. Take a preemptive strike before the news of his death.
"Then everything is left to you, Lord Nakatomi!" Prince Nakatomi has returned to his usual appearance. He took off his saber and handed it to Nakatomi Kamatashi: "Give me this sword and get it for me, Prince Arima (filial piety). The life of the son of Emperor Tokoku and the political opponent of Prince Nakadai!"
"But Prince Ariuma is the son of the previous emperor. He has noble blood. According to convention, he cannot die by the sword!" Nakatomi Kamazu did not accept the sword. As he said, according to Japanese convention at that time, the imperial family was considered For Amaterasu's bloodline, even if he commits a crime, he will only be punished by exile, and rarely by the death penalty, let alone death by a sword.
"It doesn't matter!" Prince Zhong, the eldest brother, said with a smile: "Just do it and I will take care of the aftermath. Most of the wealthy families who support Prince Youjian are in the mainland. It's a great time to take action!"
Japan, Nara Basin flying birds.
The morning sun shines through the carefully polished clam shells, and the breeze blows in, carrying the fragrance of flowers and fruits in the courtyard. This is autumn, the most beautiful season of the year, full, rich, mature and beautiful. Princess Saitama stood in front of the window, her eyes slightly closed, praying to the gods in her heart, thanking him for everything he had given her family.
"Master!" The voice of the maid who combed her hair made Princess Saitama open her eyes. She nodded, took off her clothes, supported her arms, and helped her step into the large wooden barrel filled with hot water. Her calves, thighs, lower abdomen, and finally her chest, Princess Saitama exhaled a long breath. She liked this feeling because it made her feel that she had been cleansed and that she was a little closer to the gods.
The maid combed her hair carefully and applied precious balsam, making it as neat and shiny as a mirror. The slave girl brushed her back and washed her feet. After the shower was completed, the slave girl helped her stand up and dried her body with a towel. , the maid who combed her hair applied the flower and herbal essence produced in Izumo on her, and lightly touched her wrists, behind her ears, breasts, lips and lower body; then she put on raw silk underwear, and then covered her with a black dark coat. , bringing out her snow-like skin. The slave girl put on gold-edged wooden clogs for her, and the old woman put on a gold crown for combing her hair and a gold bracelet set with rubies. Finally, she put on a thick gold necklace with ancient charms engraved on it.
"Everything is ready!" The maid who combed her hair presented a gold-handled dagger and a bronze mirror with both hands. Princess Saitama took it, inserted the knife into her belt, and held the mirror in both hands.
There was a prince waiting in the cool entrance hall. His fat figure sat on a stone bench by the pond, like an iron tower. When his sister walked out of the aisle, he stood up and subconsciously held his breath: "Saitama, you look really -"
"Like Amaterasu, right?" Princess Saitama smiled slightly. She spun slightly, and the wide skirt of her deep coat spread out in the wind, like a blooming flower.
"Yes, it should be said that Amaterasu is not as beautiful as you!" Prince Ariuma admired his sister's dancing: "The position of the great shrine maiden of this generation belongs to you!"
"Then the next emperor must belong to my brother!" Princess Saitama said with a smile.
"Zuo Zhuan" says: The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs! Compared with the precocious Chinese civilization, theocratic power played a greater role in the political life of the Japanese at that time. In particular, the great shrine maiden who was responsible for worshiping Amaterasu, the ancestor of the Imperial family, not only had a huge influence on the political situation, but the shrine itself also had strong influence. Human and financial resources. Now that Emperor Saimei is old, several princes who are eligible to inherit the throne are coveting the throne of the emperor. If Princess Saitama can successfully ascend to the position of shrine maiden this time, it will undoubtedly be a great influence for Prince Arima in the future. A heavy weight has been added to the battle for position.
"I hope so!" The corners of Prince Arikan's mouth turned up slightly, but the smile soon disappeared from his face: "Things are not that simple. He will never give in on the matter of the emperor's position. This time He used the excuse of rescuing Baekje to send many wealthy families who support us to the mainland, which is very detrimental to us——"
"I don't think so!" Princess Saitama smiled.
"Why do you say that?"
"For this expedition, Katsuragi has done a lot of things to offend wealthy families. Too many people hold grudges against him. Brother, how many people do you think will support him and how many people will support you?"
"That's true! But as long as His Majesty is still alive, no one will dare to disobey him!"
"Your Majesty can no longer eat this year's new wheat!"
"What did you say?" Prince Youjian's eyes widened: "Could it be——"
"Not bad!" Princess Saitama nodded: "I have spent a lot of money to get her hair from His Majesty's maid, cursed it, and left the protection of Nara Shrine. Her life span is just around the corner!"
Prince Youjian quickly looked back and lowered his voice: "Are you crazy? If you are discovered, this will be a treasonous crime!"
"As long as you can ascend to the big position, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Princess Saitama's bright lips showed a proud smile: "Sister, I have done everything I can, and the rest is up to you, brother. You You should never forget how the Suga clan perished in the first place!"
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