win the hairpin

Chapter 445

Seeing the king of Jin kowtow to thank him today, he finally felt a little better.

King Jin's wings are getting richer, but in the end he is the emperor.

When the emperor was angry, laying down millions of corpses was not empty talk.

Small punishments and big admonitions to the King of Jin also made the courtiers understand that following the King of Jin will not lead to good results.

Three months is enough for King Yan to gain a firm foothold in the court again. As for the two county kings, he has no hope of repaying them. Returnless, stupid, useless.

The King of Jin knelt for two hours in Wende Hall. For a whole day, not a drop of water entered, until Wei Qiao whispered that King Jin could leave the palace, and then he slowly supported Wei Qiao's hand to get up.

The numbness in both legs was severe, and every step I took felt like tens of thousands of needles were stuck in my legs.

Wei Qiao didn't dare to ask King Jin if he wanted to clean his face, so he let King Jin walk out in such a disheveled state.

It was dark outside.

The palace lanterns were lit one by one, emitting a bloody color. The red light illuminated the huge palace. On the cornice, the Kissing Beast sat quietly in the black and red sky, silently watching the panicked figures walking in the palace.

At the gate of the palace, the palace lanterns were also lit up one by one, falling red on people's bodies. The carriage of Prince Jin's mansion had been waiting outside the gate of the palace. After the carriage of King Jin, there were still many sedan chairs that did not move.

All the subordinates of the yamen in Zhengfeng heard about the situation in the palace today, and the news that King Jin would not be able to leave the palace for three months came out. Whether they were intentional or unintentional, they were all waiting here for King Jin to leave the palace.

Standing outside the carriage, Huang Ting saw King Jin coming out of the palace, immediately went up to meet him, and then let out a low cry.

"My lord!"

King Jin covered his face with his sleeves and said in a low voice, "Don't say anything, go back to the mansion."

When he was about to get into the carriage, Dong Tongying came out of the sedan chair, held the hand of the attendant, and walked over: "My lord."

Afterwards, the members of the Third Division, Taijian, and the prefect of Kyoto also came out of the sedan chair one after another, looking far away.

Dong Tongying walked up to the King of Jin, and was about to inquire about the situation of the King Jin in the palace, but unexpectedly saw that the King of Jin had been covering his face with his sleeve, wondering in his heart: "My lord, this is it."

He pulled off King Jin's long sleeves and took a closer look. He saw that King Jin's face was covered with dirty blood, and the wound was in his hair, which could not be seen clearly in the red light. No mercy.

This matter has nothing to do with the King of Jin. For the sake of the third division and the affairs of the world, the King of Jin bears the brunt and bears all the anger of the present.

He burst into tears immediately, and held King Jin's hand: "My lord...you are tired..."

King Jin brushed Dong Tongying's hand away, and said with a smile, "Master Xiang, Xiao Wang knocked himself down, why is that so?"

There were tears in Dong Tongying's eyes: "Your Majesty really is"

"Xiangye be careful!" Jin Wang stopped him, and then glanced at the other people standing far away, "It's nothing, don't gather at the gate of the palace. If you know that you are gathered here today, you will inevitably be suspicious." .”

He stepped on the stone on the horse: "This king will go back to the mansion first."

After that, he turned around and got into the carriage, leaving only Dong Tongying's old figure behind.

Dong Tongying looked at the carriage going away, bowed slightly, and sent the gift to King Jin.

Everyone behind him followed suit one by one, and bowed to watch King Jin's carriage leave.

The situation at the gate of the palace fell into the eyes of King Yan. King Yan hurried to Daxiangguo Temple and met Zhang Xutang: "Li Shouming is cunning and resorted to a bitter trick to make His Majesty beat his head full of blood. Minister Zhong was so dizzy."

Zhang Xutang sat in the chair expressionlessly, his eyes were red, his nose was stuffy, he opened his mouth to let out a layer of dry skin, and hugged a white kitten with both hands.

The cat was small, curled up on his lap, turned to look at King Yan, then yawned big, then buried its head on Zhang Xutang's lap, squinting its eyes and feigning sleep.

He let go of the cat, blew his nose, and tore off a piece of dry skin from his mouth. He said in a low voice, "If it was you who got hit like this, I'd be happy."

King Yan was sweating from the charcoal fire, took off his hat and crane cloak, it was still hot, but there was a slight sweat on his back, which made him want to open all the doors and windows to let the cold wind sweep over.

He tugged at the neckline: "The bitter tricks have offended His Majesty, what's there to be happy about?"

Zhang Xuzhang pinched the cat's neck: "The ministers are guarding the court, and they are enveloping the holy will with the intention of the courtiers. If you are to be appointed as the crown prince today, the Taiwan admonition is very likely to break your head to remonstrate, and the Imperial Academy may refuse to draft an edict. Today If the emperor does not have the will of the Empress Dowager Pei, it will be difficult to fight against the officials."

He looked at the ornament on King Yan's neck with pity: "It's a pity that today he doesn't have the will, the only thing he can do is to delay the time of becoming a crown prince again and again until he dies. "

He really wanted to swap King Yan's head with King Jin's.

If the heads of these two people can be changed, it must be a big deal.

Jin Wang came to Kyoto from Tanzhou under the guise of father-son love. After learning the cause of Empress Pei's death, he knew that it was impossible to make him the heir apparent today.

He immediately changed direction, and turned his thoughts on Jinshang to his own reputation, so that if Jinshang wanted to move him, he had to consider what people in the world said.

Even Zhang Xutang didn't expect him to be so calm, and now, he can still hold back and make up his mind before making a move.

King Yan didn't care about bitter tricks, but when he heard that King Jin might coerce Jin Shang with courtiers, he became anxious: "Then what should we do?"

"Wait."

"Then when will we have to wait? Besides, King Jin controls Dingzhou. If he brings Dingzhou soldiers and horses to revolt, how can we resist?"

Zhang Xutang stroked the cat with a lazy expression: "He can't do this. Prestige is double-edged. It hangs on our heads, and it also hangs on his head."

King Yan was still fidgeting: "But wait, how can the courtiers remember me as King Yan?"

Zhang Xutang drank tea to moisten his throat, and said in a low voice: "Didn't I give you three months today? Although Zhuyu is the first, but today I want to promote you, you will naturally gain a firm foothold in the court again."

King Yan thought that King Jin would not be able to leave the mansion for three months, so he felt relieved and got up to leave.

Zhang Xutang did not send him off.

The cold made him very painful, his throat and nose seemed to be on fire, like a fish out of water, he had to open his mouth wide to breathe.

The hot air from the charcoal fire was like a knife, constantly going in and out of his throat, and he could only feel better if he kept drinking hot tea.However, I drank too much hot tea and had to clean the room again.

Sitting in the chair indifferently and painfully, he felt that his eyes were also covered with sticky tears.

Feeling uncomfortable to a certain extent, his mind stopped thinking and became empty, leaving only a clear and unfamiliar Song Huiyue.

She is in good health and nothing can weigh her down, he thought.

After sitting in a daze for a while, he suddenly stood up.

Xiao Wei has been standing at the door like a shadow, and seeing Zhang Xutang get up, he hastily stood respectfully behind him.

Zhang Xutang hugged the kitten and walked to the door, beckoning Xiaowei to open the door, the cold wind swept in and almost knocked him down.

He stepped over the threshold with one foot, still thinking about Song Huiyue in his heart.

(End of this chapter)