little emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 293 God's Will
When Shen Shixing and others entered the palace, Wanli, who had stabilized, just woke up and looked around the crowd; Shen Shixing, Wang Xijue and the others knew from the imperial physician that this was the emperor's reflection, and they all felt sore for a while. Seeing Wanli nod his head to himself, Shen Shixing hurried forward a few steps and knelt down: "Your Majesty, what can I tell the old minister?"

His eyes lingered on his face for a moment, and Wanli's voice was weak and almost unheard: "The world is changing. When my father, the emperor dragon, was in control of the funeral sky, the teacher was also one of the ministers who supported Gu. Now it has been decades in a hurry, and it is my turn to be big soon." Okay, but I have no one to rely on..."

What he said was really unreasonable, Shen Shixing's face turned yellow instantly, and he reluctantly persuaded with fear: "Your Majesty is in the prime of life, although he is slightly ill, but don't make ominous words; besides, the current prince has five virtues, appearance Extraordinary, all the subjects in the world will return their hearts; Your Majesty will have successors, and it is the King of Zhongxing bestowed by God's will."

"God's will? God's will?" Wanli shook his head and smiled, his tone full of melancholy: "The teacher said this sentence long ago when he persuaded me to establish a country, but now it's not interesting to listen to it." Regarding the past, shishixing could only keep silent except for feeling sorry for it.

Suddenly I heard Wanli speak slowly: "Pass down the decree, give Zheng Shijiu wine to the abandoned concubine of Yonghe Palace. After death, the concubine is not allowed to be buried in the mausoleum. She is buried in a thin piece of land outside the palace. There is no need to erect a monument to show her evil." The emperor began to prepare for the funeral, Shen Shixing and others did not dare to neglect, Huang Jin beside him had already prepared the pen and ink, and Ye Xianggao took the notes himself.

Wanli was silent for a while, his voice was calm and clear, and then he said: "...Quickly call Zhu Changxun, the third son of the emperor, to see me."

Shen Shixing suddenly shivered, and an extremely bad feeling quickly occupied his body and mind. He couldn't help but look back at Wang Xijue, who was kneeling beside him, and found that the other party was also looking at him in horror. Wanli's abnormal behavior at this moment made the two of them think of an allusion... In the past, Emperor Wu of Han wanted to have a young son, but he was afraid that the master would be weak and the mother would be strong, so that the government would be disrupted, so he killed the mother and set up a son. Is it imitating the old things of Hanwu?

Huang Jin's body lying on the ground trembled violently, compared to Pingming who was quick and shrewd, he was a completely different person.

Shen Shixing raised his head, his eyes were full of doubts, and he asked tentatively: "Dare to ask Your Majesty, is there any order for His Highness the Crown Prince?"

As soon as the word "Prince" was uttered, there was silence in the hall, and the twelve eyes of the six members of the cabinet, bright or dark, surprised or suspicious, all gathered on Wanli's face.

As if Wanli hadn't heard of it, he suddenly coughed heart-piercingly, his face became more and more ugly, he suddenly sighed lowly, and looked at Huang Jin: "Bring the pen and ink, I want to personally write the will."

Huang Jin was startled, his face was ashen, and he persuaded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, don't waste your energy. Besides, your hands are not strong enough. You just say that the old slave can write."

Wanli stared at him with scattered eyes. Although he was in a state of exhaustion, his royal aura had not diminished at all. He shook his head without a doubt: "This time, I don't want to pretend to be anyone." Huang Jin Helpless, he had no choice but to go forward to help Wanli up, moved a low table, and laid down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Wanli picked up the pen, thought for a while and wrote: "Hongxi of the lotus world, Pizuo of the ancestors, respecting the world, peaceful and peaceful, suitable for the starry image, how can God's will be a warning... "After only writing these ten words, the hand holding the pen was already shaking like a candle in the wind, and the look on his face was even more gloomy, with cold sweat rolling on his forehead. The smile at the corner of Wanli's mouth swallowed what he wanted to say in an instant... This emperor has spent his whole life on his own, and he has never listened to a word from anyone.

Wanli, whose face was getting darker and darker, shivered and continued to write: "Prince Zhu Changluo, who appeases the frontier, is a useful talent for the country, but he is good at authority and makes great achievements. King." Standing behind him, seeing Huang Jin clearly written here by Wanli, he was already terrified, his round, white and fat face was covered with sweat.

Although Shen Shixing and others who were kneeling below did not know what the emperor had written, seeing Huang Jin's face, an extremely ominous feeling made Shen Shixing's heart fall into an ice cellar.

When writing about abolishing Zhu Changluo as Prince Rui, Wanli obviously hesitated for a moment, the look in his eyes was full of entanglement, so that the pen in his hand could not be put down for a long time, but he finally wrote after a moment: "The third son of the emperor Zhu Changxun , the character is precious, and I am deeply humbled, and I will be able to inherit the great order, and I will succeed me to the throne, that is, the emperor." It seems that the energy and energy that will be gathered will be exhausted with the completion of this edict. The last few days of the edict The handwriting is scribbled and the writing is weak.

Wanli, who was extremely weak, fell down, Huang Jin was quick-sighted, and he held him up. He felt the emperor's bones sting like thorns, and felt a pain in his hand. He felt sad for a while, and persuaded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, why are you bothering? Do you still remember what His Highness said to you back then?"

Panting heavily in his mouth, a gleam of light flashed in his dull eyes, Wanli asked in a daze, "...what did he say?"

"Parents don't suffer from unkindness. They suffer from knowing love and not knowing how to teach. This old slave still remembers that after His Majesty returned to the palace, the Emperor copied down His Highness's words and read them for several days."

In the haze, that extremely stubborn face seemed to appear again, poking his neck and questioning himself... Then his thoughts changed, when he put his hand on his head on the New Year's Eve in Ciqing Palace, it was clear that He was awake, but he was stiff and pretended to be asleep... Wanli felt sad for a moment, and his gaze shifted to the will written by himself. , a sweetness in the throat, a mouthful of blood spewed out wildly.

Shen Shixing and others were shocked together with Huang Jin, they all surrounded him, Huang Jin shouted anxiously: "Prince doctor, send the doctor quickly."

At this time, Wanli's eyes widened heavily, and he stared at the will written by himself with incredible eyes...Suddenly stretched his finger to the sky, and laughed a few times in a strange way: "God's will...it's really God's will " The laughter stopped abruptly, and Zhitian's hands dropped limply, only a pair of eyes were wide open, completely blank and helpless.

A group of medical officers guarding the palace gate rushed up, and after a while of fuss, they found that Wanli had stopped breathing.President Wu boldly tested his pulse, then rolled his eyelids to take a look, knelt down straight, and let out a long howl: "Your Majesty... passed away."

It was night, and it was snowing heavily in the Forbidden City, the palace was closed, and the cries shook the sky.

After receiving the news, Empress Dowager Li of the Palace of Compassion and Peace has been in a coma. Fortunately, Queen Mother Li of Palace of Compassion Ning endured her grief and took good care of her.

The affairs of Emperor Wanli's death were handled by the Ministry of Rites according to the system; according to the imperial system, he was buried in six coffins and three coffins, and stayed in the Zigong Palace in Qianqing Palace.

Amidst the earth-shattering cries from all over the world, the Wenyuan Pavilion was covered with dark clouds.

The emperor passed away in front of the five members of the cabinet, and left a will. At that time, none of the five people had seen what the content of the will was. At this moment, the five people were looking at the will. It's a look of bewilderment.

The posthumous decree is written very clearly: "Hongxi of the lotus world, inheriting the ancestors of the ancestors, respecting the constitution, being peaceful, and suitable for the starry image, is it God's will to warn you. It should be treated as a benevolence. The crown prince Zhu Changluo, who appeases the frontiers and is a useful talent for the country, is not like the king who is good at authority, loves great achievements, and is not like the king who rejuvenates and defends success. Now he is abolished as the crown prince and renamed King Rui. The third son of the emperor Zhu Changxun, This is the original text that Huang Jin read very clearly, but it is in the eyes of the five cabinet ministers at this moment. In the posthumous decree, there is a place dripping with blood in the middle, which is the mouthful of blood that Wanli spewed out before his collapse.

It has been a long time, and the blood stains have changed from bright red to dark brown and dark, but the shockingness remains the same.

The five ministers stared wide-eyed, because of this pool of blood, the original and complete will became what it is now: "Hongxi of the Lotus Heaven and Earth, Pizuo of the ancestors, upholding the constitution, and the peace of the concubine. Appropriate for a star-burdened image, it is not God’s will to warn you. It is advisable to treat benevolence at a glance, and to introduce a change of government. The prince Zhu Changluo, who appeases the frontier, is a useful talent for the country... Characters are valuable, and they are deeply respected, and they will surely be able Resist the great rule and follow it..."

This is God's will, what can I say, this is the first thought of Huang Jin, the only one who knows the truth, after seeing the secret decree.At this moment, he couldn't express the bitterness in his heart... He finally understood what the emperor said when he died. God still didn't let him follow his own will until the last moment of his life. Do one thing back.

Shen Shixing and Wang Xijue looked at each other, both of them were overjoyed, without saying a word, they threw up their robes and knelt down: "Your servants must be dedicated and dedicated, and do our best to live up to the entrustment of the previous emperor and help the new emperor to succeed. Let the Ming Dynasty prosper, and the country will last forever."

With the two of them taking the lead, Ye Xianggao was naturally the first to respond.Among the five people, only Yu Shenxing stared at the will, his face changed strangely, and he looked thoughtful. When he was still hesitating, he saw Li Tingji beside him froze for a while. Suddenly, kneeling on the ground, Yu Shenxing couldn't help being surprised and said: "Master Li, the last edict is soaked in blood, there is still something strange about it, why do you..."

Why didn't you finish speaking when you heard Shen Shixing's cold voice ringing in your ears: "Master Yu, as a minister of the cabinet, why didn't you see how much the emperor trusted and loved the prince when he was alive? Although the will is stained with blood, every word It’s all about the succession of the crown prince, so what other ideas do you have?”

The hat that Shen Shixing buckled was too heavy, and Yu Shenxing, who was under great pressure, blushed and felt guilty. He pointed to the will and argued, "Even so...but the words under the bloodstains still need to be carefully deliberated." .”

Huang Jin took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "When Your Majesty wrote the will, this old servant saw it with his own eyes! Your Majesty's meaning is indeed the same as that of the will. If your lord doesn't believe it, you can only go to the spring to pray to him in person. The first emperor asked me one or two questions." The witnesses and material evidences are all there, even if Yu Shenxing has doubts, he has nothing else to say, so he can only retreat to the side in resentment, expressing his dissatisfaction in silence.

Shen Shixing and Huang Jin met each other's eyes silently, but their eyes were full of happiness.

The next day, the cabinet announced Wanli's decree to the world. Although the prince Zhu Changluo has not returned to Beijing, he is already the best candidate for the heir apparent.The Ministry of Rites has already started drafting the year name, and will choose to use it only after the prince returns to the palace and takes his place.

As for Zhu Changxun, the third son of the emperor who was released from the palace for no reason, the torture in the Yonghe Palace in the past few years has already made him lose his arrogance in the past.The queen, who has become a veritable master of the harem, did not make things difficult for him, and ordered people to place him in the Chuxiu Palace, and only wait for the new king to succeed to the throne before making arrangements.Everyone admired the empress's virtue, but everyone who understands knows that Zhu Changxun, who is already useless, has long since lost the qualifications to compete for strengths and weaknesses. A few ripples can't make it up, and after a small wave, it sinks to the bottom and disappears.

Thirty miles away from Beijing, Zhu Changluo and his party met the special envoy of the court and China waiting here.Regarding the news he brought, Zhu Changluo's first reaction was not sadness, but a feeling of emptiness in his heart... It felt as if a dispensable thing suddenly disappeared somewhere in his heart. What do you think, but once it is gone, it will be unexpectedly empty and uncomfortable.

The special envoy who was kneeling on the ground lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly: "Master Shen Ge waited for the Lord to say that he will come here in person tomorrow to welcome His Highness back to the palace."

Zhu Changluo didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. Seeing that his expression was wrong, Wu Ya stepped forward with concern and put his hand on his shoulder.The warmth from the opponent's hand made Zhu Changluo turn his head, and said in a daze: "...the emperor has collapsed?"

Song Yizhi on the side was used to seeing life and death, he was surprised but not disturbed, and sighed a long time: "Although the old man was unexpected, it's not too surprising. His body has been completely destroyed long ago, and he refuses to show any signs of drunkenness or wealth. Be restrained, it is not unexpected now, and you don't have to be too sad. The Buddhists regard death as reaching the other shore, and it is nothing special to die sooner or later."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Zhu Changluo got up, turned around and entered the door, which was closed with a bang, and there was no more movement.

Song Yizhi was stunned, and looked at Wu Ya innocently: "...What kind of attitude is this, what did the old man say wrong?"

Looking at the closed door with a worried face, and hearing Song Yizhi's aggrieved and wordy words, Wu Ya couldn't help stamping her feet angrily: "Your old man is really wordy." After speaking, she turned and walked away quickly, completely Regardless of Song Yizhi, who was about to erupt from the volcano, whose face turned blue and white.

After late at night, Zhu Changluo didn't rest in front of a lonely lamp. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Zhu Changluo was upset and said casually, "Who is it?"

　During the weekend begging for votes, please vote to kill me... I will think it is God's will, alas...

　　
　
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