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Chapter 60 Why didn't your majesty make a prince?

Just when Zheng Ming was distressed, Dali Chaotang ushered in a drastic change.

Zheng Qingsong was extremely annoyed by the unstoppable battle for the prince that lasted for nearly a month.

What made him even more angry was that the battle for the prince actually involved the level of six Shangshu books.

On the court hall.

Zheng Qingsong sat high on the dragon chair, and hundreds of ministers stood quietly in the hall.

Minister of Rites Liang Songnian walked out of the queue and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, everything has a root, and the prince is the root of the world. If it doesn't stand up at all, what's the big deal! My ministers, please give your majesty the establishment of the prince, the origin of the country."

Liang Songnian, holding the memorial, knelt down on the white jade ground as if at home, and lifted the memorial high up.

The resounding voice echoed in the resplendent hall, causing everyone to hold their breath.

The battle of the prince is not a day or two, but most of the officials who have emerged are irrelevant officials. Of course, the most popular dancer may be the censor.

Liang Songnian was the first to jump out of the second-rank official.

Once the prince's dispute involves the Shangshu level, it means that six books are involved.

Eunuch Wei gently handed the memorial to Zheng Qingsong.

Zheng Qingsong's face was ashen, and he threw it out without even opening the booklet.

With a snap, the memorial fell in front of Liang Songnian.

Liang Songnian shuddered, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Your Majesty, the crown prince is the foundation of the country, the foundation of the country is not established, and the court is uneasy. I urge Your Majesty to establish the crown prince."

His head hit the ground and he shouted loudly.

Zheng Qingsong had a cold face and said in a low voice: "Liang Songnian, the Minister of Rites, disrespected in front of the hall, resign from his post, and retire from the court!"

Leaving a sentence, he threw his sleeves and left.

Having been an emperor for nearly 40 years, he knows that sometimes he can't be serious with these ministers, because once he is serious, he will lose.

He dared to say that as long as he continued to stay in the hall, the ministers below would stand up one by one to ask for the crown prince, and then the emperor would be extremely embarrassed.

In order to avoid getting himself into an embarrassing situation, he can only retreat as an advance, and then go first.

Liang Songnian slumped on the ground with a bitter face.

"Master Liang!"

Next to him, several ministers quickly helped him up.

"Your Majesty will definitely understand the painstaking efforts of Mr. Liang." Minister of Industry Zhou Yuanyuan said with relief.

Liang Songnian looked at the empty throne with sadness on his face.

"Why didn't your majesty make a prince?"

……

Zheng Qingsong walked out of the court hall with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Do you know who Liang Songnian is?"

Eunuch Wei stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, neither!"

Zheng Qingsong froze slightly.

Neither means that Liang Songnian is not because of the prince's dispute, but only for the establishment of the prince.

The crown prince is the foundation of the country. With Zheng Qingsong's current physical condition, he should have established the crown prince long ago, but he has not been established. Liang Songnian, as the Minister of Rites, has the responsibility to maintain the inheritance of the country's foundation.

With a slight sigh, Zheng Qingsong said, "Send him away from Beijing."

Eunuch Wei lowered his body and asked, "Your Majesty, where do you want him to go?"

"What do you think?" Zheng Qingsong asked.

"Jingxi Province!" Eunuch Wei said.

"Too close! Maybe it will bother me again." Zheng Qingsong said dissatisfied.

Eunuch Wei hesitated for a moment and said, "Shanhai County!"

Zheng Qingsong stopped and said, "Little Weizi, you are getting bolder."

Arranging a minister of the Ministry of Rites to Shanhai County, isn't that a fool's errand?
Even if he ousted Liang Songnian, he couldn't beat him to the end.

"Did Ming'er look for you? Or is Concubine Ming looking for you?" Zheng Qingsong said with narrowed eyes.

Eunuch Wei knelt down on the ground and said with an uneasy expression: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Fifth Highness and Concubine Ming didn't find a slave, it's the slave's own idea."

Zheng Qingsong looked down at him and said, "Do you also want to fight for Ming'er?"

"This slave has no such idea, please Your Majesty." Eunuch Wei's forehead was sweating coldly.

He wanted Liang Songnian to go to Shanhai County just because he thought Liang Songnian was a useful person who could help Zheng Ming.

As for the prince!

If Zheng Qingsong was interested in Zheng Ming, he would not let Zheng Ming go to Shanhai County.

Zheng Qingsong snorted coldly and said, "It's not an example, this is the last time. If you are an old man who doesn't know what to do, I'll be reluctant to kill you."

"Slave, slave, thank your majesty for your forgiveness." Eunuch Wei let out a sigh of relief.

"Get up!" Zheng Qingsong said.

Eunuch Wei stood up tremblingly, but suddenly felt weak in his legs, and he staggered and almost fell.

Zheng Qingsong reached out to support him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, it seems that slaves are really useless." Eunuch Wei's old face showed a bitter smile.

He is a bit older than Zheng Qingsong, and he is more than 70 years old this year. Although his body is healthy, he is getting weaker and weaker.

Zheng Qingsong's heart softened when he saw him like this.

"Old man, you have to stay with me for three years."

"Your Majesty! The slaves will always accompany Your Majesty." Eunuch Wei's vicissitudes of life's eyes were slightly moist, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Zheng Qingsong had calmed down.

"Let's go, let's go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and rest."

The master and servant supported each other and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

……

Liang Songnian was still demoted to Shanhai County, and a high-ranking second-rank official was demoted and fined to become the seventh-rank county magistrate, which is very rare.

It is precisely because it is rare that Zheng Qingsong's attitude can be expressed.

In an instant, the entire court was quiet, and neither the courtiers nor the princes dared to mention the matter of the prince again.

It's just that everyone wondered why Zheng Qingsong didn't make a prince.

It's a pity that no one can guess Zheng Qingsong's thoughts.

Shanhai County.

The winter snowflakes fell one by one, and they fluttered, like silver butterflies dancing gracefully.

Zheng Ming was wearing a bright yellow cloak, and his long black hair was tied up with white jade, revealing a handsome and graceful face, showing the nobility of the royal family.

He stood in the garden, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky.

"Why is my cheap old man unwilling to establish a prince!"

The gray sky was like a cloud of suspicion entangled in my heart.

He really couldn't figure it out.

Even if Zheng Qingsong was dissatisfied with several princes, he should choose one of them to be crowned prince.

Does he really want to wait a hundred years for him to let his son make a fortune for the throne?
"Your Highness, this is Eunuch Wei's letter." Yu Huatian stood behind Zheng Ming and said softly.

Zheng Ming received the letter and opened it.

suddenly.

He looked slightly stunned.

A look of memory flashed in his eyes.

In the memory of his predecessor, this Eunuch Wei was closer than his father.

Of course, there is no such thing as bullshit, it's just that Eunuch Wei has a special feeling for his predecessor compared to other people.

The eunuch's character is somewhat distorted because of his flaws.

Eunuch Wei's temperament is also somewhat wrong, but his wrongness is more like a desire for family affection.

From the words in the letter, Zheng Ming felt the deep concern of an elder.

This Eunuch Wei is afraid that he is regarded as his own grandson.

(End of this chapter)