"I see who would dare—"

With a cold shout from the Eighth Prince, hundreds of guards in armor with red cloth strips on their heads rushed out from the side hall. Together with the guards standing in the main hall, they surrounded the civil and military officials in the hall. Reality.

The men in black subconsciously stopped the movements in their hands.

"Hahaha!" The eighth prince laughed arrogantly, and when he had laughed enough, he looked at Emperor Guangde coldly: "Father, do you think your people are fast, or the swords of these people under me are fast-even if you are If you want to kill me again, you have to think about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty and my good fifth brother, right?"

"You, you—" Emperor Guangde panted heavily, stared at him, his face flushed, and he pointed at the eighth prince, trembling all over his body.

The Eighth Prince didn't care, he stretched out his hand, and Tao An, who was standing beside him, immediately respectfully offered a blank imperial edict.

He threw the imperial decree on the imperial case and said, "It's useless to talk nonsense. Father, this is the case. I'll give you two choices, or you can retire to me..."

A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and he said word by word: "Or, after I have slaughtered all the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, I will take it myself."

Emperor Guangde's face was ashen.

Should it be said that raising or not teaching is the fault of the father, or should it be said that the geese are killed every day, and they will eventually be pecked by the geese!

Just as he was talking, the sound of fighting outside the palace gradually weakened, replaced by the sound of neat and powerful footsteps.

Of course, Emperor Guangde knew what this meant. He took a deep breath, swallowed the sweetness in his throat, and tried to delay the time. He asked, "When did you start having this idea?"

He asked obscurely, after all, no matter what, father and son cannibalism, it is a scandal after all.

The Eighth Prince understood, he laughed at himself, his expression became colder: "Not far, it was the twenty-two years, when Qingzhou suffered a severe drought and the refugees rioted. For the first time in my life, I tasted it. The feeling of being dominated by others, fear, fear, and fear... Since that time, I have sworn that in this life, no matter what, I will ascend to this supreme position, standing above millions of people."

Emperor Guangde closed his eyes, a tear slid from the corners of his eyes, opened them again, and said, "Over the years, I have asked myself whether I have treated you well."

After all, the eighth prince was also his favorite young son, otherwise he would not have supported the eighth prince to ascend to the throne after the fall of the eldest prince. Once upon a time, he also saved the mind of the eighth prince as his heir after a hundred years.

"That's true." The eighth prince smiled as if he didn't smile: "But you shouldn't have to choose Gu Shi'an. Have you ever thought about what kind of fate I will have if you do this?"

There have always been a few who have failed to win the heirloom, and have been able to retreat!

He only knew that he was blaming others without self-examination. Emperor Guangde was completely disappointed in him. After a while, he recovered his breath and continued: "I'll ask you again, when did you collude with Gan Zhengfu? ."

Gan Zhengfu was a close disciple of the previous Minister of the Household, and the previous Minister of the Household was his confidant, so Emperor Guangde always thought that the Minister of Household was firmly in his hands.

All of a sudden, the eyes of all the officials turned to Gan Zhengfu. Gan Zhengfu was calm, and regarded these angry and disgusting eyes as nothing.

"It happened a few years ago. Mrs. Zhang in my backyard is Lord Gan's illegitimate daughter." Xu was too confident, or maybe he broke the jar, and the Eighth Prince had no scruples, and even asked one to give one: " And this Tao Neixiang, whom you trusted, sold you for 300,000 taels of silver."

When he said this, he looked contemptuous, and it was naturally Tao An.

He looked down on two types of people in his life the most, one is the eunuch who bullies the soft and fears the hard, and the other is the servant who backs his master, but Tao An has both.

When the big event comes, the first person he wants to get rid of is Tao An.

The eighth prince's eyes sank, only because he knew too much.

Tao An's face did not change, as if he had never heard of it.

The eighth prince finally said: "Father, it's really a failure for you to be an emperor."

Emperor Guangde looked at him with a dazed look on his face, and murmured, "If you can put all these thoughts into government affairs, He Chou can't have the last laugh."

The eighth prince sneered: "But isn't it me who has the last laugh now?"

Emperor Guangde didn't say a word, he just stared in the direction of the palace gate.

The eighth prince didn't have a sudden shock in his heart, and then followed Emperor Guangde's line of sight.

At this moment, the gate of the hall was slammed open, and it was not the Guards that he thought was rushed in, but a group of soldiers dressed in strange clothes. If you are late, please forgive me long live."

The next sentence is: "Long live the revelation, all the enemies who have committed crimes have been subdued and executed."

The eighth prince's expression froze.

Gan Zhengfu blurted out: "How is it possible?"

That was nearly 15,000 troops in the elite 'Twelfth Regiment Battalion' of the Imperial Guard!

All the Eighth Princes were struck by lightning.

His breathing stagnated for a moment, but it was only for a moment. The eighth prince, who understood his situation, made a decisive decision and decided to break the boat. He ordered: "Do it—"

Then he stretched out his hand to catch Emperor Guangde, and what he fought was the idea of ​​holding Emperor Guangde as a hostage.

But he didn't want that at the next moment, along with the sound of a sword being unsheathed, a cold thing stuck to his neck.

The eighth prince's pupils tightened, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Followed by a familiar voice: "Eighth brother, there is a sentence, I have to give it back to you, if I don't have all the preparations, would I dare to do it?"

The eighth prince turned his neck with difficulty and looked around, not only the armored guards with red cloth strips tied to their heads, but also the guards standing in the hall, all of them seemed to have not heard his orders and remained motionless.

At this point, how could he not know that he was being tricked by Meng Zezhi.

Only to hear Meng Zezhi say, "You're done, it's my turn."

"It's over, it's over..."

Gan Zhengfu came back to his senses, muttered to himself, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he was so ruthless that he lifted his foot and hit a pillar not far away.

Then, he was pressed to the ground by Zhi Jinwei, who was fast-handed and fast-eyed.

"Destroy the nine clans..." Seeing that he was struggling, Gan Zhengfu closed his eyes and burst into tears.

Emperor Guangde's tense nerves finally relaxed. He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in right now, sad, relieved, relieved...

With a wow, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards crookedly.

"Father!"

"Long live!"

In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Guangde was lying on the bed, Meng Zezhi was kneeling in front of the bed, and all the important officials and nobles and princes were kneeling on their heads.

The old doctor took back the hand on Emperor Guangde's wrist, shook his head at Meng Zezhi, and then bowed back.

Emperor Guangde stared blankly at the top of the bed with a pair of wax ball-like eyes.

The Eighth Prince was right, what he did as an emperor was indeed a failure.

In the early years, he was driven by the Tartars to run, and his majesty was swept away. In his later years, he was betrayed by his confidant, and his son turned against him.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the ancestors who worked so hard to build this foundation, sorry for the four brothers who died in the battle, and even more sorry for the people in this world.

He said weakly, "Prince—"

"Imperial Father." Meng Zezhi's eyes were red, and he knelt and took two steps forward.

When even a eunuch shouted: "Silence."

The crying in the side hall disappeared instantly.

Emperor Guangde grabbed Meng Zezhi's hand and said in a trembling voice: "After I die, you will inherit the throne, and the funeral ceremony will remain in place. The day will change the month, and the clothes will be released on the twenty-seventh day. Folk music will not be banned for marriage. , I hope you are self-cultivation and diligent in politics, and your relatives and virtuous people take advice."

"My son obeys the order." Meng Zezhi burst into tears instantly.

Emperor Guangde gasped for breath, and continued: "King Rui, King Hui, and King Zhao, each chose a good place, so that he would be enthroned as a vassal."

The three kings were not involved in the struggle for the succession, so they were able to be preserved.

"The king of Xiang (the eldest prince) and the king of Chu (the second prince) were demoted to commoners and never allowed to enter the capital."

The two kings are now enclosed in their respective mansions. The former colluded with the Tatars and murdered Zhongliang, while the latter fabricated the case of imperial examination fraud, which was the culprit behind the rupture of the Yellow River in Henan.

"As for King Tang (the eighth prince)," Emperor Guangde's staring eldest brother tightened his fingers weakly: "Kill—"

Meng Zezhi could not understand what he meant. He choked and said, "My son understands."

"Okay, okay..." Emperor Guangde closed his eyes with satisfaction, his voice getting lower and lower.

Even if the emperor fails again, fortunately, he still has an excellent successor. In this way, in the future, Emperor Taizu will not blame him on Huangquan Road!

Watching helplessly as the palm on his hand slipped down weakly, Meng Zezhi cried out in pain, "Royal Father!"

Civil and military officials cried out in pain: "Long live!"

...

In the Jiaotai Hall, listening to the eunuch's message, Xiao Shi's movement of fiddling with the beads was stagnant, and the tensed spine instantly loosened. She opened her eyes and burst into tears.

Finally, the day has come.

A group of noble ladies couldn't care less about their fears, they rushed towards Xiao Shi, their hearts were sour, but they had to congratulate them in a good voice: "Congratulations to Mrs. Song Guogong..."

This person is different from other people. With good luck, the mud-legged man who was married obviously became the prince of the country. The cheap son who was raised casually became the emperor in a blink of an eye.

In the afternoon of that day, the bells of Fengtian Hall kept ringing, announcing the death of Emperor Daxing.

Then, Meng Zezhi became a spinning top.

On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, it was announced that the Daxing Emperor Longyu was a guest, and the Daxing Emperor's will was passed on. After three requests and three resignations, Meng Ze knew that the former heir of Emperor Daxing was in the coffin, and the capital was under martial law.

On the eighth day of the first month, the Emperor Daxing's will was promulgated.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, officials were dispatched to offer sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven, the Taimiao Temple, and the Sheji Temple, and a letter of obituary was issued to the affiliated countries, and the nine gates of the capital were banned.

On the twelfth day, the emperor of Daxing was buried, and the nobles and officials of the third rank and above set up several tables in front of the Qingning Palace to burn incense, kneel and offer libations, and offer condolences. Officials below the third rank and their wives were all gathered outside the gate of the Qing Dynasty, standing in order to mourn. The bells are tolled 30,000 times in various temples and temples.

The next day, Emperor Zigong of Daxing was enshrined in the Chongzheng Hall, and the princes and princes were dressed in uniform, and they cried for three days.

From the fourth day onwards, the princes and hundreds of officials all fasted for twenty-seven days. After that, we cried once a day, and the military and civilian mourning clothes were removed.

On the thirteenth day of the seventh month, Daxing Emperor Zigong moved to the Palace of Shouhuang in Jingshan to prepare for the funeral.

On the 20th, Emperor Zigong of Daxing was buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum, named Yang Taizong, and posthumously named Emperor Huiwu.

When faced with difficulties in the country, it is said to be sympathetic, to love the people and to be fond of it is called kindness, and to overcome disasters is called martial arts.

On the 26th, Meng Zezhi held the enthronement ceremony in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and changed the title to "Ningwu".