The imperial edict said: "In the past, the old emperor was in vain and mourned thousands of people. My nephew Yu used his young clash to steal the magical artifact and usurped great things. He was unfilial and appointed power and traitors, and the disaster occurred in all directions and the country was destroyed.

I am the son of Emperor Daxing. I inherited the order of the emperor and heaven, followed the saints and the spirit of the ancestors. I feared that the country would be buried in the ground. I repeatedly ordered the general to show his might and suppress all directions. The civil and military ministers and officials all sentencing each other to persuade them to advance, and I refused them again and again. So I turned them over and over, so I took the public opinion and chose to ascend to the throne with the hundreds of officials, ascend to the throne, and changed the reign of the first year of Jianwu.

Now, we have been repairing burning and telling God that we are all here. Only the great gods have been dedicated to the Chu family and have been pacified by the four seas. All the matters in the future are listed in the future..."

Wang Xiaozhuma was in front of the 10,000 soldiers, listening to Xuanzhao coming from the mountain, and unconsciously yawned.

I thought of the last trial statement Chen Weizhong said, and the meaning of this edict was probably "My nephew Zhou Yu is a bastard, and he has made the world mess. There is no way, so I have to be the emperor and clean up this mess."

Once you master the trick to get rid of the blame, the imperial examination is not that difficult.

He rode his horse to the city, so as not to visit Zhou Yan later.

What's the point of worshiping my brother-in-law...

There were people crying with joy all the way, and I don’t know if they were really happy or if Song Xin asked someone to tell them to cry.

Wang Xiao thought to himself: "Look, you always place your hope on wise monarchs and wise ministers, and wise monarchs and wise ministers are also very tired..."

He didn't sleep last night, and now he only has some things from the ceremony left, so he can go and make up for his sleep.

Who dares to say anything wrong?

Xuzhou City is deserted today, so I don’t worry about any assassins.

Now that the Jinyiwei is in charge of the imperial guards, he has long since cleared up those things...

Passing by the hall in front, I didn't expect to see Gu Hengbo again.

"Hmm? Why are you still here?"

"Duke, the senior official wants to deduce it twice, afraid that some places have not been considered thoroughly yet." Gu Hengbo stood up and bowed.

Wang Xiao wore a duke's dress today, and he looked even more handsome and mighty, and suddenly he realized that the heavens came to earth.

Gu Hengbo looked at it secretly, and his watery eyes were like the spring breeze waving a pool of spring water...

"Well, then you can deduce it."

"There are still many things that the officials have not figured out. Can you ask the Duke of State for advice?"

Gu Hengbo said, and immediately said, "On February 2nd, the dragon raised its head, and the outings and banquets are popular in Nanjing. It is a good time to start. Maybe now, our people have started."

She was not deducing just now, but was thinking about what to say to attract Wang Xiao.

"Not bad." Wang Xiao did not leave immediately and sat down in the position.

Gu Hengbo was proud and said, "Let me talk about Shen Bao first. Although he is not the culprit of sin, he did order to dig the dike. 'It's a pity that the water is too small'. This person is not worth dying. Zheng Yuanhua is worried about the influence of his life, but we cannot forgive him. This incompetent person is also the best one to kill..."

~~

"I will be sad about the mountains and ghosts when I have no choice but to storm in the turbid world. I hope you will need a ruler of wood to go here and let go of your head and go into the clouds."

Outside Nanjing City, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, someone is chanting this poem loudly.

Poetry is the new work of Mao Xiang, a great talent in Jiangnan, and it is also the voice of the scholars of Fushe.

He was frustrated in politics and his reputation was broken, but he could not lose his spirit.

With the country and the future is bumpy, these literati show their character of "poor years and worry about the Yuan Dynasty"...

However, Shen Bao did not have such a heroic spirit and turned around desolately.

Having lost authority, he was like a thin and thin tree.

"I am incompetent. This time I return home, and the country will be handed over to you in the future." Chen Bao sighed and waved his hand.

The students burst into tears.

I feel sad and cause trouble because of my wandering distance.

"Sir, one day, we will be able to clear the wrongs of the elder!"

"Sir... Don't say that the clouds will eventually cover the sun, and there will always be clouds and fog dissipation. The sea flows wildly and the heart remains unmoved. How can the heaven reward good? "

Chen Bao held the shaft of the car with his hand and was about to get on the car. A few men dressed in scribes from a distance suddenly ran forward.

"But Old Master Shen is in person? The student has long admired him, and there are famous quotes from Mr. Shen who beg for advice..."

"What else do you want to ask me?"

"I want to ask you... Is it so small?!"

Halfway through the words, he shouted loudly. The literati's sleeve, which was bowing, swayed and penetrated directly into Shen Bao's heart.

The students who were still singing generously in the pavilion were shocked and stunned.

One knife, two knife, three knife...

"Puff! Puff! Puff..."

The monks in the pavilion watched Chen Bao slowly fall into a pool of blood, and then met the murderer's sharp eyes...

"Ha, scholar..."

~~

"Chen Bao is easy to kill, but Zheng Yuanhua is not easy to kill." Gu Hengbo said softly: "The streets on the imperial city are more than 200 steps wide. The official sedan chair is in the middle, and it is difficult to shoot the hidden arrows and firearms. Zheng Yuanhua has many guards, so it is difficult to kill hard, but if he holds a banquet, it will be different..."

"Zheng Dang's banquet for guests was arranged by Cao Xi, the Jiaofangsi. Unfortunately, this eunuch Cao also knew something. He had a nephew, who was the only one in his family, adopted him as his heir, and had always been favored like flesh in his heart. We just need to hold on to his nephew, Cao Xi must be obedient..."

When Gu Hengbo said this, he looked down at his little feet, and the pain from childhood came up again.

She seemed to be able to hear her mother kneeling in front of Cao Xi for reporting, the eunuch casually laughed in a sharp voice: "How many of these are wrapped in this batch?"

It seemed that people like me were just a piece of lowly clay, so he could burn it to see if it could be made into exquisite porcelain.

But now, the eunuch who once dominated his destiny was connected to the Jiaofangsi, but was just a chess piece he had casually waved...

Gu Hengbo couldn't help feeling great pleasure again.

"According to the planning of the subordinate officials, we arrange the Jinyiwei's Lissi in the Mysterious Tower as servants, and then control Cao Xi, so we can take the opportunity to approach them when the Zheng Party holds a banquet. Today is a festival. If Zheng Yuanhua personally comes to the banquet, we may kill this old thief. If he does not come, he can also kill the Zheng Party core..."

Wang Xiao knocked on the armrest beside the chair.

The day before yesterday, Zheng Longxu dared to send someone to express his condolences... Haha, public and private public wisdom? The Yellow River flooded Shandong. Isn’t the confession he owed to him just Wang Bao’s life?

This time, he was unable to go to Nanjing to preside over the assassination. It is hard to say which step it can be done. But he didn't care much about whether it could be done or not.

This is a response and deterrent to Zheng Yuanhua's daring to flood Shandong.

It’s just a question to ask them—“Do you still dare to make trouble for me in the back?”

...

Gu Hengbo said again: "When it comes to Mr. Wang Xian, the Duke of the State should not worry. When he was selling wine in Nanjing, he had a good time with our sisters, especially with his mother who returned to the yard. I have written a handwritten book on this matter, please ask Liu Rushi to secretly help..."

When talking about his cousin, Wang Xiao had no impression.

After he was reborn, he had never seen Wang Xian. He only knew that this cousin was responsible for the business of his family in the south. Later, Zheng Yuanhua went south and was under house arrest.

——This time Wang Bao is gone, so he should take the person back and let his father be more at ease, so as to avoid saying that he is unfilial all day long...

~~

Nanjing, Ginkgo Courtyard.

"We are ordered by Lord Zheng to take Wang Xian to the banquet." Several men dressed in a service took out an invitation.

"yes……"

Then there were a few "puff" sounds.

The Jinyiwei, dressed as an officer, walked into the courtyard and saw a wine pot on the stone table in the courtyard, but no one was seen.

When I hurried to the front hall, I saw two middle-aged women standing there.

One of the middle-aged beautiful women was holding a three-year-old child in their arms, while the other was wearing costumes and wearing pink on their faces, which was even more beautiful than the woman holding a baby.

"We are here to pick up the prince home on the order of the Duke of the State. How dare we ask where the prince is Wang Xian?"

"Oh?" As soon as the beautiful woman in costume spoke, she was a man and asked, "Are you here to pick me up?"

The Jinyiwei was stunned and thought to himself that he had been trapped?

"It's considered to be here to pick me up." Wang Xian was so happy that he inserted the bead hairpin in his hand on his head, hugged the child from his wife, and smiled and said, "Be good, Qi'er, I've taken you home. Don't cry on the way, don't cause trouble for your uncles, okay?"

The child in his arms responded with a slight voice, "Okay", and he giggled and reached out to touch the hairpin ring on his head.

"By the way, you can take that box of silver, I thank you..."

After Wang Xian finished speaking, he covered the child's eyes and walked towards the door with his wife. Although he was fast, he seemed to be strolling in the garden. Although he was old, he was also very beautiful.

The men looked at each other, but they didn't expect that the Duke's cousin was such a person...

The carriage was prepared early, but it slowly left without any hurried escape.

Occasionally, one or two operas came from the car.

"Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and turquoise pavilion... The people of the Jinping look so hard that the time splashes! ~"

~~

Xuzhou.
To be continued...