Be an emperor from drawing cards

Chapter 5 The Plan Can't Keep Up With Changes

However, Wang Pu did not explain to Zhao Yu what "time of day" is, but asked with a smile:

"I don't know how the young master thinks of the general of Fuguo?"

Huang Jingming, the late emperor's most trusted minister.When the late emperor was dying, he promoted Huang Jingming to the rank of General of the Auxiliary State and gave him the important task of entrusting him to assist his youngest son, who is now His Majesty Zhao Heng.

Up to now, the power of the DPRK and China has been in the hands of the Fuguo General for six years.In the past six years, the ruling and opposition parties have not hesitated to praise this one.

"Huang Jingming can be summed up in four words: a traitor but a loyal one."

Zhao Yu pondered for a long time, and finally expressed his father Zhao Qin's evaluation of Huang Jingming.

"A traitor is like a loyal one, the little duke hit it off!"

Wang Pu's eyes lit up, and his evaluation of Zhao Yu went up to a higher level.

"After these six years, the general has controlled most of the government and the public. In addition, he has a large number of troops, so it is expected that he will have different aspirations. Although Empress Dowager Xuande also tried her best to weaken the power of the general in the court, she after all Living in the deep palace for a long time has limited influence on the previous dynasty.

Now, the day of His Majesty's personal administration is approaching.In ancient times, the first thing a king did after ascending to the throne was to cut off his ministers.If the general doesn't want to be captured without a fight and sit and wait for death, he must preemptively take the initiative to abolish and establish.

But this is the right time for the young Marquis! "

After listening to Wang Pu's analysis, Zhao Yu couldn't help but nodded, but he was still a little confused.

"If Huang Jingming abolished the establishment without authorization, it would be a catastrophe for the great Chu. Why did you say it was the boy's 'time'?"

Wang Pu laughed and said:
"Little Marquis, Great Chu has gone through seven dynasties, and the hearts of the people are completely attached. No matter how confident the general of Fuguo is, he would not dare to usurp the throne. He would only dare to abolish the establishment. In this way, the new emperor must be chosen from the clan. Xuande The Empress Dowager's murder of the clan has almost resulted in the fact that there is almost no one in the clan. The young prince has not yet reached the crown, and the old prince's reputation has increased, so why didn't Huang Jingming choose the young prince as the new emperor?"

If he has not yet reached the crown, it means that he is young and easy to control; if he has prestige, he can minimize the opposition from the ruling and opposition parties when he ascends the throne; the most important thing is that he is still from the Wuzong lineage, not the current Renzong lineage.

Zhao Yu had a flash of inspiration, and asked anxiously:

"Isn't this the reason why Mr. let the boy be a talent reserve?"

"exactly."

Wang Pu nodded and solemnly reminded:
"At that time, what the young master will have to face is the great general of the auxiliary country. If you can't get rid of the powerful ministers in one fell swoop, then the future fate of the young prince... Please be prepared for the little prince. .”

"It's just a matter of using the sword to make a quick move." Zhao Yu smiled freely.

What a joke, if you can't win even if you have a cheat, then you deserve it if you die!

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Shenjing, Cining Palace.

An old eunuch with gray hair walked up to Empress Dowager Xuande in a low voice, holding a whisk in hand.

"Empress Dowager, there is a letter from Taihe Mansion."

"Bring it to the Ai family to see."

The Empress Dowager Xuande, who was teasing the lion cat in her arms, said lazily upon hearing this.

"Here."

Opening the secret letter, Empress Dowager Xuande, who was less than forty years old, looked at what was said in her heart, frowned inadvertently, and coldly snorted:
"An Guohou and his wife were assassinated, and only the son-in-law survived? Most of the dark clothes guards who went to Qingzhou City lost more...Wang Lin, how did you do things? Such a huge loss, and something went wrong?"

"The old slave is not strict, please forgive me, the Queen Mother!"

Seeing the Queen Mother getting angry, Wang Lin on the side hurriedly fell to her knees, her forehead pressed against the cold floor, not daring to raise her head.

"Forget it, get up."

The Empress Dowager Xuande waved her hand and said indifferently:

"For the reason that you have served in front of me for many years, I won't punish you. Let Taihe Mansion find an opportunity to make up for what should be done. Also, don't reveal your identity."

"Don't worry, Queen Mother, I will tell those incompetent guys now!"

Wang Lin kowtowed several times before standing up.

At this moment, a palace maid with a face full of panic ran all the way into the Compassionate Ning Palace, and just entered the palace, she knelt down in front of the Empress Dowager Xuande with a plop.

"Queen Mother, something happened!"

"The Ai family remembers that you are serving His Majesty. Why, what happened?"

Empress Dowager Xuande looked at the palace maid who was running out of breath, and felt something bad in her heart.

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, when he was playing in Xuanwu Lake, he accidentally slipped and fell into the water..."

"What did you say?"

Before she could finish speaking, the Empress Dowager Xuande stood up suddenly from her seat, stared at the palace maid and asked.

The palace lady glanced at the Queen Mother Xuande who was in a rage, swallowed her saliva, and said bravely:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty slipped and fell into the water in Xuanwu Lake. Although he was rescued, he is still unconscious..."

"enough!"

The Empress Dowager Xuande's face was so gloomy that water could almost drip.

She waved her long sleeves and walked out of Cining Palace first.

"Let's go to Xuanwu Lake! The Ai family wants to see who dares to murder His Majesty! Wang Lin, go, call all the old guys from the Imperial Hospital to the Ai family! If something happens to His Majesty today, the Ai family will not spare you! "

That night, according to rumors in the palace, more than half of the maids and eunuchs responsible for serving His Majesty were killed with sticks.

…………

Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since the funeral of An Guohou.

On this day, Zhao Yu was wearing white filial piety and was playing chess with Wang Pu in the backyard of the Marquis Mansion when Zhang Xiu hurriedly came to the two of them, holding a letter paper painted with wax lacquer in his hand.

"Master Hou, Shenjing sent an urgent report!"

As a member of the Zhao family clan, Zhao Yu's lineage still has some connections and insiders in Shenjing.

After receiving the letter paper, Zhao Yu glanced at the undamaged sealing varnish, heaved a sigh of relief, took a small knife from the side, scraped off the sealing paint, and took out a secret letter from the letter paper.

When he saw the content clearly, his eyes widened suddenly, and an incredible look appeared on his handsome face.

"Master Hou?"

Seeing Zhao Yu staying where he was, Wang Pu was confused and called out in a low voice.Zhang Xiu on the side also looked at Zhao Yu curiously.

Zhao Yu, who came back to his senses, handed the secret letter to Wang Pu, and said with a wry smile:

"Mr. Wen Bo, take a look. What's written in this letter is really unbelievable..."

As he spoke, Zhao Yu rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.

After reading the secret letter, even though he was as calm as Wang Pu, he was also a little shocked and speechless at this moment.

"Your Majesty was on a boat trip at Xuanwu Lake in Xiyuan, and accidentally fell into the water. When he was rescued, the water had already entered his lungs. Coupled with fear and panic, he got lung disease after returning to the palace, and has been bedridden since then. Yu The doctor prescribed several prescriptions, but none of them worked, instead the symptoms became more and more serious. After half a month of tossing and turning, finally..."

After reading the secret letter, Wang Pu raised his head and looked at Zhao Yu.

"Master Hou, I have heard that the royal family has secret martial arts, even if they have a small success in learning, it will not be... Your Majesty died of drowning. This, this is a ridiculous thing in the world!"

When Zhao Yu heard this, the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer.

"When I was young, I once heard my father mention this matter. The late emperor focused all his attention on government affairs and had no time to take care of the harem. He left the education of his children in the hands of the current Queen Mother. Before that, the late emperor only had princesses. , had no son, and now that he has a son, both the late emperor and the current Queen Mother regarded him as a treasure. The Queen Mother was especially unwilling to let him suffer, so His Majesty practiced martial arts for three days, fishing and half a month, drying nets. The result, who would have thought This happened. It can only be said to be retaliation, what you sow will reap what you sow!"

Even the weakest lower-level third-level warriors know one or two of the lowest light skills. Death by drowning will never happen to a warrior unless there is premeditation.

What does it mean to make one's own mistakes and not survive?This is!
Speaking of this, Zhao Yu even felt a little happy in his heart.

There is no other reason, just because the Wuzong lineage has been suppressed too hard.

"Mr. Wenbo," Zhao Yu put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, leaned forward slightly and looked at Wang Pu with bright eyes, "In your opinion, sir, is there any handwriting by the general in this matter?" Is this moment the [Tianshi] that Mr. said?"

Just when Zhao Yu got the news that the little emperor Longyu had passed away, Huang Jingming, the general of Fuguo, who was thousands of miles away in the southwestern Miaojiang, also received the news from Shenjing.

"Why, Yizhi, do you also think that the old man did this?"

Putting the brush in his hand on the pen holder on the desk, Huang Jingming turned around and looked at the young man who hurried into the tent, his confidant Wu Yizhi, with a smile.

(End of this chapter)