Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

The cheers of the people continued for a long, long time, until Emperor Yuan and the new crown prince left the Great Wu Temple in a carriage and returned to the palace, still deafening.

Until the end of the prince's ceremony, Zong Luo still looked like he didn't belong.

He didn't even have time to go to Pei Qianxue to explain, even though the latter's face was full of shock and astonishment. There was no time to say something to Zong Ruichen, who was also in disbelief, and was finally coaxed and deceived by Zong Chengsi to leave the Great Witch Temple.

Zongluo came to the palace like this.

The courtiers went to the palace first and stood on both sides of the court hall.

The white-haired prince, wearing the most orthodox crown prince's uniform, walked up the steps step by step, followed behind the emperor wearing the same color black robe Dagon crown, and stepped into this place that symbolized the power hub of the entire Great Abyss.

As a military general in the past, it is not that he has not come in. It's just that after all, it's just a prince, and there is no official title. Xuanqi under his command is just a personal soldier and does not accept the dispatch of the court.

Even more so in this capacity.

There were congratulatory voices in my ears: "See Your Majesty, see Your Royal Highness!"

"His Royal Highness, Long Zhangfeng, has an extraordinary appearance. God bless me, Da Yuan!"

The voices of congratulations and compliments surrounded Zong Luo, pushing him to the position of the head of the hundred officials.

The positions of the scholar-officials are very particular, and the closer to the dragon chair, the higher the official position. By convention, the third prince is standing in the front row. Now that there is an extra prince, it is naturally a higher one, and it will not be on an equal footing.

Whether it was Shen Tingwei, Xue Yushi or Pei Qianxue, they all gave way happily.

Looking around, not to mention the officials who could not even enter the hall, but could only stand by the eaves. At least the courtiers standing in the front all had gratified smiles on their faces and sincerely welcomed them.

Zong Luo knew that he earned a lot of credit and hard work on weekdays. Although the popularity is good, but in the court, there is really no power, and it has not even developed much, and it can't compare with other princes.

These people welcomed him just because he was the emperor's favorite heir, obeying Emperor Yuan's orders, and being loyal to him.

Today, Emperor Yuan's mood is very good to the naked eye.

In the past, the tyrant's anger and anger were invisible. It was so easy for people to perceive his emotions. Naturally, he did it on purpose, or he was really in a good mood, and he wanted everyone to know that he was in a good mood.

No matter which one it is, it can make these courtiers who have been immersed in officialdom for a long time know what they are.

"Since the crown prince has returned to the throne. From now on, all the regulations concerning the prince should be handled."

It is no longer the time to go to court now, but let the new crown prince familiarize himself with the position of the court and all kinds of affairs. On such a happy day, the courtiers had to accompany the prince to endorse and introduce them one by one.

His Majesty's attitude is there, and no one dares to relax with such a high priority.

Emperor Yuan sat on the dragon chair, and Long Yan was very happy: "Since the prince has already lived in Yuchun Palace, the election of the Eastern Palace's Zhan affairs book should also be put on the agenda."

"Luo Er, these two important matters will be handed over to you directly. The specific candidates are entirely up to you, and Pei will assist you. After the first battle after the storage, the list will be handed over to me after half a month. I believe you will not let me down. ."

The hall was silent and dead.

Even if the courtiers knew that Emperor Yuan was extremely satisfied with the third prince, they were still shocked by this generous gesture.

As we all know, the prince is in a high position, but he should also walk on thin ice.

For example, the original military power of Xuanqi should be returned to His Majesty. After all, there is absolutely no reason for the prince to control the army. Even after Emperor Yuan succeeded to the throne, he never picked up a sword, except for the first attack against Ah Guo in the rear.

The formation of the crown prince's cabinet and the election of the East Palace Zhan affairs are, to put it bluntly, a power organization centered on the crown prince. In this case, no matter which emperor it is, he must intervene and insert his own people. This is not only a kind of encouragement and help, but also a kind of surveillance.

In addition, the East Palace could not directly discuss politics, but it influenced the court everywhere, maintaining a relationship that was almost shaky.

As for the Prince's East Palace, it must be a sweet pastry.

Everyone knows that, a hundred years after Emperor Yuan, the country will change hands and will eventually be inherited by his son. When the prince succeeds to the throne, he will definitely re-register the original old ministers, and following the prince is a bright road in a bright road.

Presumably after tonight, Yuchun Palace will receive a big wave.

However, no one expected that His Majesty, who has always been suspicious, would actually hand over this matter to the Third Prince.

Only the confidants who really know all this will keep silent and know it well.

His Majesty has been silent for so many years. Now that the witch sacrifice ceremony is over, and the dust has finally settled, he naturally does not want to wrong his proudest prince.

This is how tyrants are. When they are brutal, they will cut down their family members. When they favor you, they can't wait to tell the world that they can pluck the stars and the moon.

Zong Luo, who was standing at the front of the group of ministers, handed over his hands, with no sadness or joy on his face: "My son... according to the order."

Just now on the carriage back to the palace, he didn't try to bring up the topic of last night again.

However, as Zongluo had guessed before, he couldn't come up with any concrete evidence. Emperor Yuan didn't believe his words at all. He just asked him if he was so happy today that he was a little confused.

He tried hard to justify, but Emperor Yuan turned his face down and asked him if he was being lied to. As long as Zong Luo said his name, he would immediately arrest Ling Chi.

Zongluo: "..."

The most important blood relationship between ancient emperors, this kind of joke can't be played casually, he has no way to explain more.

as it is now.

After delegating power to the crown prince to choose his own people, after Emperor Yuan, he arranged for several veteran confidants with outstanding achievements to be named in the East Palace; Zongluo was also asked to move the table to the Zhang Palace every afternoon, and he personally instructed the crown prince to review the memorials; Approved to allow the prince to meet with him in the side hall of the Zhang Palace after he retired from the court, and ordered the civil servants and military generals to do their best to assist...

This series of honors and favors does not mean anything to be avoided at all.

First, the confidant took the name of the East Palace and assisted the prince. It is also to meet with ministers, personally instruct, and hand in hand to teach and handle state affairs.

Emperor Yuan delegated his team to the prince, giving him the strongest lineup and the most supportive attitude.

He is really not afraid of the prince's arrogance and seizure of power, and even vaguely means delegating power.

The courtiers were all numb, and even began to wonder if the tyrant sitting on the dragon chair was the tyrant who didn't make a move to intimidate the Quartet, and the blood flowed into a river when he made a move.

"Prince Prince still needs to rest, if there are no other important things, it will be gone today."

After the routine was over, Emperor Yuan waved his hand and signaled the ministers to step down.

Everyone also knew that the third prince had recovered from his blindness, and that he had lost his head overnight. Naturally, he would not make fun of himself. After bowing respectfully again, he retired one by one.

If you want to come to the meeting today, the imperial city will usher in another wave of changes.

Many courtiers are also vaguely looking forward to it.

Emperor Yuan was a wise monarch, but he was also an uncompromising tyrant. Under his subordinates, all the courtiers were trembling and pinching their tails.

The three princes are gentle and elegant, friendly and kind, and they are gentlemen with a bright moon and a breeze. He is also sober enough in major matters, and he will not be indecisive when it is time to be decisive. This is the same as Emperor Yuan, who is the iron and blood of the army. Regardless of all factors, having such a monarch is definitely a good thing that the courtiers hope from the bottom of their hearts.

Such a monarch will definitely lead Da Yuan to go further.

Only Emperor Yuan and Zongluo were left in the Golden Palace.

After everyone left, the emperor propped his head up, his face suddenly exhausted.

He looked at the prince standing under the steps, his tone was much softer than when he told the ministers coldly before, and his dignified tone was much softer: "You are also the prince, and the prince is holding the face of my Da Yuan, I told you last time. That matter should also be put on the agenda.”

whats the matter?

Zongluo's entire figure is divided into two halves, one half is confused and clueless, and the other half stays in his body, forcing himself to listen to the ministers discussing politics, and conscientiously play a qualified crown prince. No matter what happened, it had to be said later, at least not to lose the chain in front of everyone's eyes.

Looking at Zong Luo's eyes, Emperor Yuan knew that he must be absent-minded again.

Today's witch sacrifice ceremony began, and when the council of ministers was over, the emotions of the three sons of his family were a little wrong.

"You, before today, never thought that you would be selected by the wooden sign?"

This is no wonder Zong Luo, after all, Emperor Yuan did indeed follow the ancestral teachings of the clan. Just like if the previous emperor hadn't told the truth with Emperor Yuan before his death, I'm afraid Emperor Yuan would never have known that his father had done so much for him behind his back.

"Forget it, you can go back and have a good rest. Don't rush the matter of the court, and come back after the imperial hospital has checked your health, but in your spare time, remember to pay attention to the establishment of the East Palace that I instructed you to do. This matter must be settled as soon as possible. If you don't know what to do, go to Pei Qianxue, he is in charge of this group of officials. If you want to see people, you can ask Xue Yushi, he monitors hundreds of officials and has the details of each person in his hands."

Emperor Yuan gave me a detailed order: "And I told you about the marriage offer earlier. Since you didn't give me a reason, I will discuss it with Shen Tingwei in a few days, and make a decision as soon as possible."

......

Pieces of piles.

Whether it's the series of arrangements at today's rally, or helping him form the East Palace team to confer marriage and stabilize in-law relationships, there is a sense of urgency in grasping everything from literary to military.

If it wasn't for Zongluo knowing that Emperor Yuan couldn't predict his sudden illness in the future, he even thought that Emperor Yuan was explaining the future, and eagerly wanted his children to hold the empire firmly in his hands, even at the expense of letting himself go. The way.

Emperor Yuan said with emotion: "I have been waiting for this day for too long, you must not disappoint me."

"My body and bones are not as good as the day. The recurrence of hidden illnesses in the early years was really terrible, and I even committed the old problem of rheumatism. If you can take care of yourself as soon as possible, take over these things. After you have completed the great achievement of ruling the world, there is no one before and no one to come. I can also abdicate earlier, take the honorary title of the Three Emperors of Virtue and Power, and the Five Emperors of Gonggai, and I can be the Supreme Emperor for a few more years and enjoy the blessings."

abdicate.

What do these two words mean to an emperor, an emperor who has all the power?

You must know that the emperors of all dynasties were almost forced to abdicate.

It is a deep expectation, like a mountain of fatherly love, and an unparalleled trust.

The prince in the Mianfu only felt his eyes warm and the tip of his nose was sour.

Facing this earnest look, thinking about the mistakes of the ceremony and last night, Zong Luo, who felt guilty, couldn't say anything to refuse.

Even if he is not willing to consolidate power by means of marriage at all, even if it is only the most common political method in the eyes of the emperor, and there is no follow-up burden.

Zong Luo only felt that his brain was like a mess.

Guilt, incomprehension, pain and injustice mixed together, leaving him speechless.

After leaving the main hall, he didn't even have time to change his mian clothes, so he brought Zhao Yebai and dashed towards Beining Wangfu like a fly.

Who is the person who can steal the day, take away the elixir, and tamper with the wooden sign, it is already clear without much thought.

On the night of half a year ago, it was Yu Beizhou who turned his words into knives, and cut out his heart and told him the truth. However, after more than half a year, he tried to cover up all this, and he was the one who took the trouble to hide it behind his back.

Once upon a time, Zongluo wanted to leave the imperial city and fly away.

But now, he was left here, in the name of such a miserable, unjustifiable name.

In a trance, the young crown prince remembered what the young man in red had said while leaning on his shoulder when he had a high fever last night.

'What shall I take to keep you? ’