Xiao Yi and Xiao Cheng went to Dasu with brother and sister Wei Zijian, which surprised and shocked Shen Zhuo. She was even more certain that the appearance of the two people in the dark alley was no accident, but deliberate.
Shen Zhuo frowned, but what were they planning?
In Shen Zhuo's memory, Dasu had no contact with Xiao Yi or Xiao Cheng. Even in the battle for the throne ten years later that lasted for several years, Dasu did not participate. All indifferent.
Shen Zhuo recalled carefully, and then found out from the scattered memory fragments that the only thing related to Xiao Yi and Dasu was the Tengjia Army.
In her previous life, when Shen Zhuo met Xiao Yi, he already had a hundred thousand vine armor troops under his command. She didn't know where this army came from. Could this be the reason why he helped Wei Qi?
The Tengjia Army is an elite army that is good at fighting in deep mountains and old forests, and can fight one against ten. Qu Moran once commented: In the jungle, a hundred thousand vine armor is better than a million soldiers. Xiao Yi valued this army very much, and even after he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he still led it personally.
But with such a powerful force, when Xiao Yi wanted to hand it over, he was rejected.
"Step aside!"
The tip of Xiao Wei's sword pointed directly at the Dragon and Tiger Guards in front of Zhengqian Palace. With a few "swish, swish, swish" sounds, the eight Dragon and Tiger Guards unsheathed their swords and pointed them at Xiao Wei with expressionless faces.
Zhengqian Palace is Xiao Wei's childhood residence, also known as the East Palace. After the "Yuanjing Palace Incident", he was kidnapped back to Zhengqian Palace by Longhu Guards that day. Xiao Yi orally warned him that if he refused to inherit the throne of the prince, he would not be allowed to leave the palace.
When it comes to fighting alone, Xiao Wei can easily fight against the Dragon and Tiger Guards. With one against three, he can barely hold on, but if it's a group fight... Xiao Wei can only suffer repeated defeats.
For a whole month, Xiao Wei was trapped in Zhengqian Palace, unable to move.
At this time, there were about ten people standing far behind Xiao Wei, watching him perform the same drama every day, breaking into the palace gate every day, and failing every day.
"The prince's character is quite tenacious." Song Shu, the great scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, sighed.
"In the past month, the prince has not really killed anyone, otherwise he would have broken out long ago. In the last palace incident, although the imperial army injured countless people, very few were killed. No wonder your majesty said that he was too benevolent." Jiao Yi, Minister of the Ministry of War, frowned Eyebrows, I can't tell whether they are happy or worried.
"Now that the world has been settled and there is no war in the country, it is time to recuperate and recuperate. It would not be a bad idea to have a benevolent king." Du You, the Minister of Rites, squinted his eyes slightly. The more he looked at Xiao Wei, the better he felt.
"Everyone, stop talking so much. Let's think about how to persuade the prince first. I'm stuck here too and haven't been able to go home for a month." Song Shu sighed.
Song Shu, Jiao Yi and Du You were respectively the prince's tutor, prince's tutor and prince's guardian pointed out by Xiao Yi to Xiao Wei. Xiao Yi decreed that until Xiao Wei was taught, the three of them would all live in the East Palace, and no one would be allowed to go home.
"Your Highness, it's time for class." A chamberlain came forward and reminded Xiao Wei in a low voice.
"My surname is Shen, not Xiao! This world belongs to the Xiao family, it's none of my business! Whoever wants to be the prince should be the prince!" Xiao Wei flicked his sleeves and returned to the dormitory with a cold face.
At this time, in the ear room of Zhengqian Palace, Jiang Ning and Fulai were sitting across the table from each other.
Jiang Ning picked up the pot on the table and raised her hand to pour Fulai a cup of tea.
"Oh, Eunuch Jiang, you must not take this seriously, it will offend the old slave." Fulai stood up in a hurry and said respectfully.
"Xiao Fuzi, you and I are both slaves, there's no way to say anything." Jiang Ning was calm, and he said quietly to Fulai, "If you can point in the direction where Queen Shen's ashes and relics are. Not to mention serving tea and water, even asking the old slave to call you "Lord" is still done."
Fulai smiled bitterly and said: "Then you might as well kill me with one knife. Anyway, both sides will die."
Why didn't Jiang Ning know Fulai was in trouble, but wasn't he also in trouble?
Jiang Ning said: "His Royal Highness has been beaten by His Majesty a lot recently, right?"
Fulai was silent and sighed: "I always get beaten once every two or three days."
Jiang Ning continued to persuade: "You can't just watch the father and son fight whenever they meet. The key is that His Highness the Crown Prince gets beaten every time. You can't bear it, right?"
Fulai let out a long sigh and said, "My mother died at the age of seven, and His Royal Highness has a deep resentment towards His Majesty. How can I hand over Queen Shen's ashes and relics to Your Majesty?"
Jiang Ning raised her brows, smiled suddenly, and said with satisfaction: "That means there are relics and the ashes are also there."
Fulai's expression froze, and then he said helplessly: "Eunuch Jiang, you..."
Jiang Ning patted Fulai on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Little Fuzi, your life was saved by His Majesty back then."
Fulai looked solemn: "Your Majesty gave the slave to His Highness the Crown Prince, and the slave's only master is Your Highness."
Jiang Ning smiled silently and walked out of Zhengqian Palace with eight-character steps.
Then, the courtiers clearly felt that Xiao Yi had been in a much calmer mood recently.
"Your Majesty, the prince is stubborn and has been away from the palace for more than ten years. Now it is really useless to force him. The old minister suggested that it is better to use a gentle strategy and take measures slowly."
Xiao Wei was like a bull, and Song Shu, Jiao Yi, and Du You couldn't persuade him at all. Having no choice, Song Shu had no choice but to bite the bullet and appeal to Xiao Yi. We couldn't live in the East Palace all the time and never go home.
Fortunately, Xiao Yi has been in a good mood recently. He didn't blame him after hearing this. He just smiled lightly and said, "Oh, he is stubborn? I want to see how stubborn he can be."
Song Shu's scalp tightened, feeling that something was going to happen.
So, the next day, the officials in the upper court saw the prince tied to a chair and placed next to Xiao Yi. His face seemed to be a little swollen? The ministers only glanced at it, then lowered their heads, not daring to look again.
Is the prince being tied up to come to court to listen to politics?
The ministers felt for a moment that these father and son were really biological father and son. They were exactly the same in their surly and arrogant nature.
"I heard that Your Majesty tied a small stone and went to court?" Xu Haozhi caught Qu Moran and asked him as soon as he came to court.
The two thousand dead soldiers brought back by Xiao Wei were later reclaimed by Xiao Yi on a piece of wasteland on the outskirts of Beijing. Xu Haozhi was among them. Qu Moran personally picked him up and let him live in the Hou Mansion.
"Didn't I tell you not to come back before?" Qu Moran said.
"Then I have to persuade him. He has such a temper that even nine oxen can't bring him back. He has to come back to settle the score with his second brother." Xu Haoyi looked helpless.
"Don't talk about me, even his third uncle couldn't do anything. General Shen San was restraining him and wanted him to be an ordinary person in peace, but what happened? He ran away as soon as he disagreed. If I hadn't followed him later, he I’m going to be the king of the mountain!”
Qu Moran glanced at Xu Haozhi and said, "Then you will let him go? Fortunately, Your Majesty didn't really want his life. Otherwise, you don't know how he died. How will you explain to his mother then?"
Xu Haozhi said dissatisfied: "Although I didn't kill him, beating him like a pig's head every day is still very fatal. He is the prince, is he shameless?"
"Brother, why don't you persuade His Majesty?"
Qu Moran sighed: "Forget it, between the father and son, which one of them listens to others' advice? The only person who can persuade them is long gone."
As soon as these words came out, no one spoke to the two of them. Qu Moran asked someone to prepare wine, and the two of them drank one glass after another.
