Chapter 868 Guilt
In case Xiao Xun's son fails to live up to expectations in the future, is it necessary to kill all Xiao Changyuan and the others?
Long has nine sons, and the sons are different. Today, the Xiao Changyuan brothers are very self-aware, but in the future, sons who are difficult to maintain will have no ambitions.
In any case, if he can succeed to the throne in a legitimate way, it is better to be in a legitimate way.
"Before the emperor dies, the cabinet has already drawn up an imperial edict, and all the past events have been written in the imperial edict. The edict of sinning oneself and the canonization of the prince are all in one edict, so it is safer. After dawn, it will be promulgated After so many years, even if it is a secret, it should not be a secret anymore, what the common people should know, they still need to know!"
In the Dongnuang Pavilion, several important ministers of the cabinet knelt in front of the empress dowager, with a screen in front of them, and the empress dowager cried, "You are bullying me for being old and helpless, the princes are young, and the emperor's bones are not cold. The more you will act on your behalf, the more you will issue an imperial edict to the emperor!"
Xie Tiao sighed, "Empress Dowager, you have two sons, how can you say that you have no one to rely on? The princes marry wives, and the fathers become fathers, so why are they young? Waiting is the cabinet, acting according to orders. The emperor has been guilty of the measures he took in those years, and he was restless day and night. This is why he lost his body, and the ministers are all aware of it. Now, the deadline has come, and the debt that should be repaid Now, when I go to see Emperor Xian and Emperor Zhaoyang in the future, I will be more calm!"
"Xie Tiao, you thanked your family for hundreds of years to pass on poems and rites to your family. I didn't expect that you were just a person trying to catch fame. Since you are so loyal to the emperor, why didn't you follow Zhaoyang back then?"
"Empress Dowager, I thank the ancestors of my family. Before loyalty and filial piety, I love the people. Emperor Zhaoyang was able to die calmly for the people of Dayong, why can't I just live for the people of Dayong?"
"Okay, okay, okay! Aijia must live well, let's see where you will put Aijia?"
"Empress Dowager, you are the widow of Emperor Taizong. Your empress dowager's emblem was still honored by Emperor Zhaoyang back then. When the crown prince succeeds to the throne, it is natural to respectfully confer you the empress dowager."
"Why, whether the Ai family should be the empress dowager or not, is it up to you as the chief assistant?"
Of course Xie Tiao does not have this right. The Empress Dowager said this just because she wanted to put Xie Tiao on the fire and mock him for being rude to Xie's family.
Xie Tiao laughed and said, "I originally had the duty of admonishing the emperor. The prince ascended the throne and still ruled the world with filial piety. The empress dowager is the prince's grandmother. Unless the empress dowager is unwilling to fulfill the filial piety of her grandson, otherwise, the empress dowager is honored." For the Empress Dowager, what's the disrespect?"
How could the empress dowager speak of a literati like Xie Tiao, she was trembling with anger, she had no choice but to make trouble out of no reason, "No matter how eloquent you are, the Ai family will not agree with the emperor's sinful edict."
"Empress Dowager, Emperor Daxing has done something wrong, and I have regrets in my heart. Please look at Emperor Daxing's filial piety, Empress Dowager, and fulfill Emperor Daxing's virtues. If there is a mistake, there is nothing good about it!"
Regardless of whether the empress dowager agrees or not, at dawn, the emperor's edict of guilt and the will to confer Xiao Xun as the crown prince have already been posted. For a while, the streets and alleys are talking about the palace change twenty years ago .
Lu Rongzhao’s carriage was walking on the street, and the voices of the common people were heard in her ears. She closed her eyes and said in her heart, Ah Lang, have you seen it in the sky? Your son has returned everything that is owed to you!
She was tired of this capital city, and didn't want to stay any longer.
On the horizontal street in front of Nanxun Gate, which is very close to the Imperial College, several students in shirts were drinking tofu nao, and next to them were three elderly men, talking about what they had personally experienced.
"At that time, a lot of soldiers and horses suddenly came into the city. I thought, it's over, and they all said that they would rather be a dog of peace than a troubled world. The smell of kerosene is everywhere, I heard that the queen was burned to death, the emperor killed himself, and the battle did not start!"
"Emperor Zhaoyang is a good emperor. We will never forget his kindness to us common people after so many years."
"Oh, that's not true. How can a majestic emperor be defeated by a prince who seeks to usurp the throne? After all, Emperor Zhaoyang just didn't want us ordinary people to suffer, so he lost his life!"
After drinking tofu nao and eating two deep-fried dough sticks, the three old men helped each other to leave, and the students in shirts looked at each other in blank dismay. No one thought that after twenty years, there were still people who remembered the good things of the year.
One of them was about twenty-four or five years old, and was about to speak, when a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old sitting opposite him gave him a deep look, and the older young man swallowed what he was going to say.
The young man sitting horizontally was a bit older, about twenty-seven or eight years old, looked at the two of them, picked up the tofu nao and drank it in one gulp, and said, "After drinking, let's go!"
Coming out of the tofu nao stall, the young man invited the two of them, "There is a tea shop in front, the tea in it is better than other places, and there is a kind of scented tea, the taste is even more unheard of, I only drank it once, I will never forget it.”
"Is it so good? Let's go, I'll be the host today, let's go in and have a taste!"
This tea house is Qingle Tea House, because most of the tea leaves used are high-quality tea from Fujian. Over the years, the business has been getting better day by day.
The three of them asked for an elegant room by the window, a pot of tea and two plates of dim sum, and asked to close the door.
"Yongxiu, why didn't you let me talk just now?"
"Brother Ji Qing, did you just want to say something when you heard those old men talking about Emperor Zhaoyang?"
Yongxiu is the name of Yang Shenyuan, who is the youngest son of the former Chief Assistant Yang Fu. The Yang family was originally from Luling. After Yang Fu resigned, he returned to Jiangxi. The eldest daughter of Fu Yang married the eldest son of Gao Yuan, the left servant of the Ministry of War, and the second daughter was concubine to Xuande Hou's son.
Ji Qing is Zhao Bingzhong's cousin. His father, Zhao Xi, was born in a family of officials when he went to the Ministry of Officials. As soon as Yang Shenyuan opened his mouth, Zhao Bingzhong knew what was going on. Bowing to Yang Shenyuan, "Thank you for reminding me, brother!"
Xu Jian next to him is older. He is twenty-seven years old, from Jishui, Jiangxi Province. After the family had a brother, his father adopted him to his childless uncle as an heir. Because of this, he talked less, and just now, it was precisely because he wanted to know what Yang Shenyuan was going to say, that's why he proposed to sit in the tea house for a while.
Common people talk about government affairs, and they can’t talk about anything at first. A few old people sit and gossip, but if they follow up and are remembered by caring people, they will have to pay a heavy price in the future.
Today's update!
Dear friends, how many people are still supporting me? Where are your tickets?
I am on a business trip in Anhui, and I am going home today.
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