The 41st year of the 41st year was dark, and a long period of time ended. After years of suffering from illness, the Emperor of Great Chu passed away that night, and lived for fifty-eight years. He reigned for forty-one years and was posthumously named Emperor Wu. The 33-year-old crown prince succeeded to the throne in front of him, kneeling in front of him with five ministers designated by the former emperor, and more than a dozen eunuchs crawling on both sides.

A month later, Emperor Wu was buried in the tomb, and the new emperor officially ascended the throne. Like his ancestors, he chose a word from the Tao Te Ching and designated the year name as "Xianghe".

According to convention, the New Year's Eve will not be officially launched until the first month of the following year. The remaining months of the year still belong to the old emperor who has been buried in peace. However, the new emperor couldn't wait to start to rectify the trouble, cancel a large number of laws, release a large number of prisoners, denounce the well-known treacherous slander, and promote the gangsters who are wronged to be...

Of course, the Great Chu established the country with filial piety. In every open decree of the New Emperor, he had to praise Emperor Wu's contributions with a series of beautiful and symmetrical words, and then pointed out a few small flaws and regrets, and corrected them with fear and fear.

During the reign of Emperor Wu, the Great Chu entered a prosperous era, and no one could deny this. However, the prosperous era lasted too long, like an extremely luxurious banquet, and all the participants had to do whatever they wanted, but there were always times when they were drunk and exhausted. No matter how many wines and beauties were, they could not be interested. They just wanted to fall on their own bed and sleep soundly.

The new emperor had no time to sleep soundly. He had endured it for too long and wanted to clean up the bad habits of this place as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, things did not go as they wished. After giving Da Chu an emperor who had been reigning for forty-years and an unprecedented prosperous era, it also slacked off and ignored the care of the successor emperor.

In September of the third year of Xianghe, the new emperor, who was only 36 years old, passed away and was posthumously named Emperor Huan. He left behind an orphan and widowed mother and a new court. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a mess.

A little bit of luck among the misfortune is that Emperor Huan had a legitimate crown prince whose destiny was returned to, and no one can argue with him. The minister appointed by Emperor Wu is still there, which is enough to maintain the court.

The young emperor was fifteen years old and was loved by his grandfather, Emperor Wu and his father, Emperor Huan, since he was a child. He was personally taught and answered questions by the most well-educated scholars in the world. After ascending the throne, he had important officials and the care of the queen mother. He seemed to be another great emperor who was about to establish a prosperous era.

But God has not woken up from slackness. Just five months later, at the end of February of the first year of success, the spring breeze suddenly rose and the snow had not melted. The little emperor suddenly fell ill. At night three days later, he followed the former emperor without leaving any descendants.

In less than four years, three emperors died one after another.

It was midnight, and less than half an hour before the death of the young emperor, the Zhongchang Shi Yang Feng staggered out of the emperor's bedroom and ran alone in the alley. His heart was pounding, and a layer of sweat oozing out of his body, gasping for breath, as if he had just escaped from death. As an old man in his fifties, he was really desperate.

Yang Feng's destination was the Empress Dowager's bedroom. The news of his death had long been heard, so he was not going to deliver a letter, but had other plans. He regretted that he had set out too late, but he had to fulfill his last-minute loyalty in front of the emperor he had brought up.

Yang Feng was one of the few people who could run around the palace at will. He soon arrived at the Queen Mother's bedroom. Several eunuchs guarding the gate watched him run into the palace, but no one came forward to stop him. However, there were more than ten eunuchs in the courtyard, so they were not so easy to talk to. When they saw Yang Feng, they immediately rushed forward, raised his arms, and pushed them outward.

Yang Fengzong shouted loudly: "Empress Dowager! The disaster is coming! The disaster is coming..."

A eunuch pulled off his purse from his waist and stuffed it into Yang Feng's mouth.

Yang Feng was outnumbered and was about to be taken out of the Empress Dowager's bedroom. A person walked out of the east wing and "stop." He said, his voice was not very loud, but it was very effective. The eunuchs who took action stopped and slowly put Yang Feng down.

Yang Feng spit out what was in his mouth, pushed away the people around him, and strode towards the east wing despite the soreness of his muscles, his heart was filled with contempt and fighting spirit.

The speaker under the corridor was a young inner servant, just over 20 years old, wearing a blue hat that was common in the palace, and was very slim and fit. Obviously, after careful sanction, there was a hint of sadness on his face, which made him look even more calm and elegant.

The man's name is Zuo Ji, a small waiter in the Empress Dowager's bedroom. Yang Feng didn't want to guess casually, but he really hoped that he could pull out a few strands of beard from Zuo Ji's body.

Yang Feng stared at Zuo Ji's chin and said stiffly: "I have something important to do, and I must meet the Queen Mother immediately."

Zuo Ji smiled and said, "Please, we have been waiting for Mr. Yang for a long time."

Yang Feng took a deep breath and smiled on his face, "Oh? It turns out that I'm late."

In Yang Feng's eyes, Zuo Ji was a well-educated bastard, embellishing all eunuchs and an embroidered pillow. Apart from being despised, there is no big threat for the time being. His real enemy is in the east wing.

Zuo Ji suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed Yang Feng's arm, and asked whispered: "You have been by His Majesty, what did he say to you?"

Yang Feng looked at him a few times, "Your Majesty has been in a coma for a long time... What do you think Your Majesty will say?"

Zuo Ji let go of his hand, smiled, and immediately realized something was wrong, and showed a sad look, "I thought... Your Majesty would mention the Empress Dowager."

Yang Feng left Zuo Ji, and the matter was prioritized and he did not want to raise any doubts now.

Jing Yao, the chief supervisor, stood in the room and welcomed Yang Feng.

Jing Yao is the eunuch with the highest position in the palace. He is a few years older than Yang Feng. He has served three emperors in succession and is about to welcome the fourth place. In the past ten years, Yang Fengze has served the crown prince with all his heart, watching his master become the crown prince step by step. The emperor held his master's hand at the last moment, feeling the temperature and power disappearing together.

"Shi Shi Yang, you shouldn't have come here." Jing Yao was short and fat, with a gentle face. If he weren't wearing eunuch's clothes, he would have looked like a kind old woman.

"The incident happened very much, I can't control so many rules. I came here to save everyone's lives." Yang Feng refused to salute his boss.

Jing Yao's smile seemed to be a lion who had just swallowed a sheep yawning. It was fierce, but it was very sincere. "Wuzhao trespassed into the Queen Mother's bedroom, Mr. Yang, this is a death sentence."

Zuo Ji stood at the door and sighed silently. His position was very stable and he could not compete for power like a vicious dog.

Yang Feng looked around and said, "Where is the Queen Mother?"

Jing Yao revealed his elegance, "Your Majesty is unfortunate to have a banquet, and the Empress Dowager is so sad... Mr. Yang, shouldn't you stay with Your Majesty at this time?"

Yang Feng ignored Jing Yao and turned to face Zuo Ji, knowing that this person was the only bridge between him and the Empress Dowager. "Which prince decides to elect to succeed the throne?"

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, the kindness on Jing Yao's face was wiped out. He rushed to Yang Feng in one step and said sternly: "Bold slave, are you talking about this kind of thing?"

Yang Feng turned sideways and still faced Zuo Ji, "The Empress Dowager is in danger and chaos in the court is coming. As the Empress Dowager's attendant, Zuo Gong shoulders the heavy responsibility of the world. Can you listen to a despicable and honest advice?"

Zuo Ji seemed a little surprised, as if he hadn't expected that he would be so valued, and said with little certainty: "At this time... the Empress Dowager should indeed listen to a few honest words."

Jing Yao retreated aside, and his angry eyes shot to the floor and bounced towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng took a breath slowly. If it was said that trespassing into the Queen Mother's bedroom was a death sentence, every word he would say next was enough to cause the disaster of extermination. "The emperor still has two younger brothers who were sent out of the palace three years ago. Can someone go to welcome them into the palace?"

Jing Yao interrupted, "I thought it was something amazing, but it turned out that I had made arrangements to bring the two princes early tomorrow morning."

"It will be too late until tomorrow!" Yang Feng raised his voice, "The ministers in the court will take the lead and choose the new emperor from the two princes. All that is left to the empress dowager is a false reputation. As for the three of us, we will all become traitors that everyone hates. If we don't kill, we will not be able to thank the world."

Jing Yao snorted, "Your Majesty has been in the banquet for less than half an hour. It is impossible for the ministers in the court to make any moves so quickly."

Indeed, the emperor only had three days of illness, and even the imperial doctor with the most skilled medical skills would not have expected that the disease would develop so rapidly.

Yang Feng lowered his voice and said to Zuo Ji: "Does the Empress Dowager believe in everyone around you?"

Zuo Ji's face changed slightly, "What does Mr. Yang mean?"

"The eunuch is not trustworthy." Yang Feng himself was the eunuch, but he still wanted to say this, "We are vines, and we are born to rely on big trees. If one big tree falls, we have to find another. I believe that someone has already passed the news to the ministers outside the palace."

Jing Yao shook his head, "Impossible, no one has the courage, and the palace guard is so strict..."

Zuo Ji was not that calm, and he had never experienced such a big thing, "I, I'll go to see the Queen Mother."

Zuo Ji left in a hurry, Jing Yao was filled with anger and roared in a low voice: "Your big tree has fallen out, and you just want to change to another big tree at this time. It's too late."

Yang Feng greeted Jing Yao coldly, "You should thank me."

"Thank you? Just because you said something useless nonsense? The ministers in the court were disorganized and would never dare to establish a new king. You deliberately exaggerated and just wanted to gain the trust of the queen mother."

"Ministers in the court are not always messy, especially when dealing with people like us. Duke Jing, you should read some history books."

Jing Yao's white face, like dough, turned red in an instant. After a while, he said: "Mr. Yang must have read a lot of books. Can you predict how you died?"

The two eunuchs glared at each other, like swordsmen preparing for a duel.

Zuo Ji returned soon, and the imperial concubine Shangguan was also here with him. Her appearance immediately melted the tension in the living room.

The Empress Dowager Shangguan is the Empress Dowager's own sister and can represent the Empress Dowager herself. She sat on the chair without saying a word, without any maids beside her. After accepting the kneeling of the three eunuchs, she thought for a while, took out the note from her sleeve, and said, "The Empress Dowager has already drafted a handwritten order. You will go and welcome the two princes into the palace immediately."

Jing Yao wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back when he was at his mouth.

The Emperor Shangguan thought for a while and continued to assign tasks, "Donald Jing, please go and welcome the King of Donghai, Mr. Yang--"

Yang Feng immediately stood up, "I am willing to stay in the palace and run for the Queen Mother, and I have some words to report to the Queen Mother."

Concubine Shangguan shook her head, "Don't worry about other matters, please come and welcome another prince."

Yang Feng was stunned. He had just won a battle, but in a blink of an eye he turned from victory to defeat. The situation is subtle, and staying with the Queen Mother is the best choice, but this position belongs to Zuo Ji. The second choice is to welcome King Donghai, but he is assigned to him another prince - a prince who has not even had a title of king so far.

Yang Feng had no choice but to accept the order respectfully.

The two eunuchs began to compete. Yang Feng ran to the gate of the bedroom, and Jing Yao greeted his subordinates in the courtyard. Two quarters of an hour later, Yang Feng gathered his entourage and met Jing Yao and his gang at the Dongqing Gate of the Palace. The gatekeeper obviously had some awareness of what happened in the palace and was nervously checking the empress doctrine.

Jing Yao walked to Yang Feng and whispered: "Congratulations to Mr. Yang, welcoming the reign of the reign is an emperor. This contribution is quite great."

When talking about the word "ruzi", Jing Yao emphasized his tone because this was the nickname of another prince.

"You really should read more history books." Yang Feng said coldly. As long as he was not dead, he would not admit that the defeat was decided. No matter what was assigned to him, he would make good use of it.
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