Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 175 The picture appears
The princes looked at each other, and then heard Feng Yuyang say, "According to the age sequence, the next one is the seventh."

The princes felt a chill in their hearts.

The crown prince of Da Zhao is the eldest son, if there is a legitimate heir, the heir will be appointed; if there is no legitimate heir, the eldest son will be appointed. This is the rule passed down by ancestors for hundreds of years, and it is also to prevent the court from being in turmoil due to the struggle for the throne among the princes.

Among the emperor's surviving sons, Feng Yunxi is the oldest, followed by Feng Yuyang, and then the sixth oldest, Prince Ping Feng Wuqiong.

Feng Yuyang was born with a disability and was not considered. Feng Wuqiong had been imprisoned for forcing abdicate. Neither of them was qualified to ascend the throne, but it was a good opportunity for the Seventh Prince, who picked up a huge benefit for free.

There was disappointment and resentment in the eyes of several princes. Feng Yuyang took in everyone's expressions and suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He looked around and asked, "Why is the Seventh Prince not here?"

Only then did they realize that the Seventh Prince had not appeared since then.

Feng Yuyang looked at Feng Twelve: "Twelve, where is Old Seven?"

Feng Twelve said: “I don’t know.”

Feng Yuyang was surprised: "Weren't you two together before? I saw him following you outside."

"Prince Jing has a very good eye," Feng Twelve said, "You can still spot us even if we are walking behind you."

Feng Yuyang was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "You are all my brothers, so of course I have to take better care of you."

Feng Twelve nodded: "Prince Jing is very careful. Not only does he keep an eye on our movements at all times, he also knows better than anyone else whether there is a secret passage under the quiet room."

His face was expressionless and his tone was calm, but it gave several people around him a fright.

"Yes," someone blurted out, "How did Third Brother know if there was a secret passage under the quiet room?"

Feng Yuyang had never been to this imperial manor, and even those of them who had been there once didn't know. So how could he insist that there was no secret passage under the quiet room?

The explosion in the quiet room was strange, and even a fool would know that there must be something fishy going on. However, they were too distracted to think about it. Now after Feng Twelve mentioned it, several princes reacted quickly, and the way they looked at Feng Yuyang suddenly became very subtle.

Feng Yuyang remained calm and smiled gently: "Why are you looking at me like this? Am I going to harm Your Majesty?"

"Then please explain to me, Third Brother, why do you know so much about what's going on in the manor?" a prince asked.

Feng Yuyang smiled and said, "I am different from you. You can see His Majesty anytime in the capital, but I am far away. If I want to show my filial piety to His Majesty, I can only find out more about everything around him. Otherwise, what should I do if I offend His Majesty?"

"Brother, please don't talk about other things," the prince frowned, "Now is not the time to joke."

Feng Yuyang laughed, his expression suddenly brightened: "You mean, I blew up the house over there?"

When he stopped smiling, his face turned cold, and the way he looked at people was no longer full of smiles as before, but instead had an indescribable gloom in it.

The prince, who was stared at by him, choked and dared not make a sound for a while.

Feng Yuyang had played with them a lot during his trip back to Beijing. He always looked cheerful in front of others and had never made people feel suffocated as he did now.

How could a crippled man with lots of money and no good conscience suddenly become so powerful?

The pavilion fell into silence again.

The cicadas in the trees were chirping deafeningly, and the duckweed in the pond was motionless.

Amidst the huge roar and silence, a cold voice rang out.

"The bright sun shines on all the trees, and the warm wind destroys the cold smoke. Butterflies dance on the flowers, and orioles sing on the crescent moon. The agarwood intoxicates the wanderer, and his thoughts are endless by the window."

When Feng Twelve finished reading the poem, he saw that everyone else was looking at him with strange eyes, obviously not understanding why he was reading such a poem at this time. Feng Yuyang also looked puzzled.

Feng Twelve said: "This is a poem left by Liu Congwen before his death. Have you heard of it?"

He looked at Feng Yuyang.

Feng Yuyang frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"This poem contains several secret codes," Feng Twelve said, "Qin County, mineral resources, and black gunpowder."

Feng Yuyang's eyes felt like they were pricked by a needle, and the corners of his eyes suddenly tightened.

Feng Twelve said: "In order to write the "Centennial Chronicle", you ordered Liu Congwen to search for centenarians in various counties in Guzhou. He traveled all over Guzhou and finally found the saltpeter mine in Qin County that you had hidden."

Feng Yuyang's tightly-contracted eyes suddenly opened, and then he laughed out loud.

"I am a prince in name only, with no real power. How can I know what minerals are in Guzhou?"

"You also built a workshop near Qin County and transported saltpeter there to make black powder." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yuyang's raised mouth corners slowly calmed down: "Twelve, are you crazy? The imperial court has issued a clear order to prohibit the private manufacture of black gunpowder. How could I have the courage to be so rampant?"

"I don't know where you got the courage from," Feng Twelve's expression was even colder than his, "How dare you murder His Majesty."

The cicadas' chirping in the trees seemed to be interrupted by something. They were silent for a moment, and the next moment they began to scream long and hard like crazy.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was as cold as ice.

Several princes listened to the conversation between the two and became more and more frightened. They unconsciously moved their feet slightly and slowly moved to the side.

Feng Yuyang couldn't help but laugh out loud as he watched them distance themselves from him.

He folded his hands on his cane and touched the smooth jade on the top of the cane. "You have no evidence at all. You just rely on a poem you made up and you want to accuse me of murdering His Majesty. Little Twelve, do you think others will believe you?"

Feng Twelve was unmoved: "You found that Liu Congwen was suspected of betraying his master, so you had him killed. But you didn't expect that before he died, he handed me a poem with a secret code, and that secret code was created by the Dali Temple."

Feng Yuyang still had a smile on his face: "Little Twelve, Little Twelve, what can I say about you? I thought you were the calmest among us, but I didn't expect you to believe these fairy tales. Let me ask you, if the poem written by Liu Congwen is the secret language of the Dali Temple, then why hasn't the Dali Temple investigated me yet?"

"How do you know no one is checking you?"

Feng Yuyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "I was wondering where Lin Yue went. No wonder, his grandfather was your master, so you know the Dali Temple secret language."

He glanced towards the ruins with an expression that was both amusing and sarcastic: "The Dali Temple would not investigate me for no reason. Liu Congwen has been by my side for six years. I guess my father never trusted me from the beginning."

"Do you admit it?" Feng Twelve asked.

Feng Yuyang laughed twice.

"Where's the evidence?" He leaned forward. "Even if Lin Yue found out something, can he bring it back? Even if he can come back, after he arrives in Beijing, will he still be the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple?"

He stared at Feng Twelve and said in a deep voice, "Little Twelve, there are some things that it is better not to know."

Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows slightly: "You admit it."

"What does it matter whether I recognize it or not?" Feng Yuyang swung his cane. "I have a problem. If I set my eyes on something, no matter how many people are trying to grab it from me, I will get it - come on!"

As soon as the word "up" came out, there was a "splash" sound of water in the Moon Pond outside the pavilion, and a group of men in black jumped out from the water.