Chapter 13 Yuyang came with encouragement

In the inner courtyard of the deep palace, Zhongping Tianzi was having a banquet with a group of concubines, and there was laughter from time to time. The maids served one plate after another of delicious food, wine, singing and dancing. A slightly young man wandered out and toasted the emperor. This young man was Chai Shimao, who was today's favorite prince and had just been appointed as the crown prince before the New Year.

Chai Zonghan has a total of seven sons and four daughters, among which his eldest son Chai Shiqing is the most outstanding and talented in literature and martial arts, so he is also the most favored. However, not long after Chai Shiqing was appointed as the crown prince, he died of illness. After his death, the emperor did not establish a crown prince. It was not until the end of this year that he was afraid of the king of Wei and the vassals that he made Chai Shimao his heir. This young man, who is only in his early 20s this year, has always respected Confucianism and has been studying moral articles under the strict supervision of several masters.

In the past, Chai Zonghan had always spoiled his son, but today, looking at the polite prince, he suddenly felt a kind of involuntary irritation. This child is too much like himself, completely a replica of his youth, the same rules, the same generosity and weakness. And now Zhongping Tianzi, who completely denies his past career, is most worried about this.

I am trying my best to get rid of the suppression and imprisonment of literary ministers and try to regain control of the government, but the prince is too kind and has been indoctrinated with too many moral articles by those civil servants since childhood. Can these young shoulders afford to shoulder the heavy burden of the world in the future?

The emperor is worried, but he can only force a smile on his face. At this moment, he is not like an emperor, but more as a husband and father, trying to maintain superficial comfort and harmony so as not to frighten his wife and children.

"Your Majesty," dressed and elegantly raised his glass to the queen: "On New Year's Eve tonight, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. The Ming Dynasty is the 32nd year of your majesty's accession to the throne. It's really amazing to think of Long Fei 95 years. Now that the country is prosperous and the people are safe and the world is peaceful, all of which are your majesty's power to govern. I would like to congratulate your majesty!"

Chai Zonghan raised his glass and signaled: "The queen worked hard to reconcile the harem and teach the people for me. It all depends on the queen's virtue." The emperor has always respected this hair-haired wife. He is not only virtuous and virtuous, but also the biological mother of the prince. The status of the palace is as peaceful as Mount Tai.

It's just that the harem politics is a taboo of the national dynasty, and the former Tang Wu and Yin Jian are not far away, so this dynasty strictly guarded against it and established it as an iron law. Therefore, Xiang has always been in the harem and never asked the government. Although he occasionally heard about the news outside, he did not know what happened, let alone the danger, and the emperor did not dare to tell the inside story with his wife.

The banquet continued in peace. For the emperor, the New Year's Eve of the past 32 years has been much the same. The same season, the same solar terms, the same place, the same scene, the same atmosphere, except for the occasional concubines and newly born children, even the dishes and banquets have not changed much.

"I'm tired of this kind of life, step by step and unchanged, with a smell of stale and old-fashioned. However, when will the change they said happen? Holding the wine glass in his hand, the emperor was speechless, and his heart gradually became a little impatient.

The noise outside the imperial city gradually spread into the palace. Song Yongxian and Li Shuncheng looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. At this time, a small internal supervisor hurried to the door and winceed at the two messengers of the housekeepers. Song Yongxian took a look at the emperor in the hall and quietly walked out.

Not long after, Song Yongxian walked back to the inner hall, but his face was full of anxious expressions. He walked to Li Shuncheng and whispered a few words. The latter's face changed greatly when he heard the words. He subconsciously looked at the emperor and looked at his colleagues inquiring eyes.

Song Yongxian pointed to the queen and shook his head imperceptiblely. Li Shuncheng sighed silently, took out a piece of jade from his arms, quietly walked to the edge of the banquet, took the tray in the hand of a maid, and walked to the emperor. When serving the dishes, put the jade at the bottom of the plate.

Tianzi saw the jade at a glance, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Looking at the concubines, wives and children who were still immersed in the banquet atmosphere unconsciously, he settled down and inadvertently tapped his right hand on the table three times.

When Li Shuncheng saw the action of the emperor, he nodded imperceptably, walked back to his original position all the way, looked at Song Yongxian at each other, and then walked out of the hall firmly. Song Yongxian looked at his back, and there was a strong sadness in his eyes.

Outside the imperial wall, angry people have begun to attack the gate at the instigation of people with intentions. Jiang Feng could no longer deal with it safely when he learned that there were sharp weapons such as divine arm bows and eight cow crossbows. Orders were passed out, and the heroic Yulin guards tried their best to defend every corner of the imperial city. However, the people are lurking in it, and the enemies with military-style weapons are even more fearless. After half a time lag, the palace gate is already crumbling and in danger.

Suddenly, countless bright fireworks rose from the northwest corner of the imperial city, interweaving into a magnificent picture in the sky. If there are knowledgeable people, it can be seen that this is the handwriting of Master Lv, who will be the supervisor of the Ministry of Industry, and only the royal inner court can afford it.

When the fireworks rose less than a single incense, the people outside the imperial city suddenly heard a thunderous sound, which penetrated the whole world. The earth was roaring, and the atmosphere of killing filled the whole imperial city. Already sharp-eyed people, with the light of the torch, faintly saw the cavalry coming like a tide from the northwest.

These cavalrymen are dressed in black and armor, with masks on their faces, and there are only two holes in their eyes, emitting a faint flash, which is extremely murderous in the night. The cavalry brigade drove to the foot of the imperial city, and the soldiers grabbed the reins and stopped a few feet away from the angry people. The war horse stepped on its hooves on the ground in twos and threes, and a breath of white fog spewed out of the horse's nose. In this cold winter night, with the breath of death that destroys everything.

The leading general, wearing a white cloak, is like a dazzling star in such a rapid march at night. Dressing so blatantly, he does not hesitate to attract the key blow of the enemy, showing this person's absolute strength and self-confidence. He looked at the people outside the city disdainfully: "With these useless grass people, Li Zhongcheng really looks up to them."

He pulled out his sword, and the blade shone with a dazzling cold light in the night: "Children, we have it!" He raised his sword, and his sword pointed straight to the sky. His cold voice aroused countless echoes in the night sky: " Tell them who we are!"

"Holy Army!" Thousands of warriors answered with one voice, shouting overwhelmingly, instantly covering up the chaotic noise of the people outside the city like boiling water.

"Tell them what kind of team we are!"

"The guardian of the emperor!" The neat and heinous shouting made the chaotic people outside the city begin to calm down, looking at each other and at a loss.

"What should we do if the barbarians peep at the Central Plains and offend my great Zhou Tianwei!"

"Kill!"

"What should we do if someone betrays the country and is willing to be a traitor!"

"Kill!"

"What should we do if someone plots evil and gathers people to rebel!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Good!" The general glanced at his soldiers, nodded with satisfaction, raised his sword high, and pointed to the people in front of him: "My Zhou--

"Wansheng! Ten thousand wins! Ten thousand wins!" The tide-like sound swept across the world in an instant. The horse's abdomen was clamped, gently tapped on the horse's toes, followed their generals, and launched an overwhelming charge. Xu Rulin's queue marched like lightning and converged into a black iron stream under the night.