Chapter 2466: Jingzhe

If the events of the Ming Dynasty are regarded as weddings and funerals, then Qin Tianjian has sent away two emperors and ushered in two more emperors in recent years. Two white and two red.

I can’t get through this day!

In addition to studying the calendar, the Qintian Supervisor was a broom star, specializing in reporting abnormalities in the stars and providing civilian officials with ammunition to deal with the emperor.

——Your Majesty, you are behaving inappropriately! Even God can’t stand it anymore!

So after getting the news that he was going to be established, the entire Qintian Prison was in action. Whether they were experts or just dawdling, they were all turning over the almanac or making calculations.

If the calculation of the time is wrong, the emperor can masturbate Qin Tianjian from top to bottom.

So Qin Tianjian worked together to calculate the date for two days, and then reported the date.

——Mid of next month.

This is a very smart result.

Although the canonization of a prince is not as cumbersome and time-consuming as the enthronement of an emperor, it still requires some preparation.

There is still more than half a month left, and various preparations have begun in the palace.

But it didn't take long for someone outside to have doubts, saying that the eldest prince was still young, so how could he participate in such a long ceremony?

Once you lose your etiquette, you will lose face.

This was not unfounded worry, so some ministers wrote memorials to the palace.

These people came up with many ideas, the most outrageous of which was to invite young people from the clan to participate in the canonization ceremony on behalf of the prince.

After the memorial was spread, all the men under the age of thirty in the clan signed the memorial one after another, but the purpose was just to show that they had no such intention.

Before the palace could react, Zhu Zhanzhen, the king of Xiang, fell off his horse and injured his leg.

Isn't this fall from grace too fake?

Just when the elders in the clan were furious at the initiators of the memorial, news finally came from the palace.

——The eldest prince is young and if he is unable to salute, someone from the palace can do it for him.

The clan began to sharpen their swords and prepare to take revenge on the unlucky guy who had written a memorial saying that they could ask a clan member to salute on the prince's behalf, but before that, they wanted to find out who this palace man was specifically referring to.

…

"Your Majesty, it's... the eldest prince."

Wang Zhen told himself countless times that the emperor had not yet decided whether he would be the eldest prince or the second prince.

But there was a burst of cheers in the palace earlier, but it was the emperor himself who gave the order, saying that the eldest prince was young and if he was unable to salute, someone in the palace could do it for him.

In fact, everyone knows that it can only be the eldest prince.

But the more seriously I take it, the less willing I am to accept this result, and I can't help but deceive myself.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at Concubine Sun.

"It's the eldest prince."

Mrs. Sun sat quietly at the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

Wang Zhen only felt depressed in his heart, and lost some of his usual caution: "My Lady, once you make a decision, there will be no chance of a comeback!"

Sun touched her face gently and felt her skin was tender and smooth.

She looked into her own eyes, and there was annoyance in those black and white eyes.

The small lips are pink, but the corners of the mouth are slightly curved.

"It should be the eldest prince."

Sun said it again, as if to strengthen his belief.

Wang Zhen smiled bitterly in his heart, and then resigned.

He stood under the eaves, silently watching the people coming and going.

The steps of those eunuchs and maids were a little scattered. In the past, he would definitely go out and scold them.

Some people even saw Wang Zhen on the side, still lazily carrying a plate in.

After it was confirmed that the prince would not come from here, people's hearts dispersed.

Wang Zhen lowered his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then walked out of here.

All he saw along the way were beaming with joy.

The canonization of the crown prince is a big event, and everyone in the palace will be rewarded.

This is what is called universal celebration.

"My lord, what a happy event!"

Someone held up their hands and congratulated Wang Zhen with a smile.

Wang Zhen said with a smile: "It's a happy event. The country's foundation is certain, so of course it's a happy event."

Seeing the man's astonishment, Wang Zhen sneered in his heart, then cupped his hands and continued to pass.

Just because you want to see our jokes?

What he saw along the way was joy and gloating.

Your master has no future and will slowly become a cold stove in the future.

Wang Zhen went all the way to the outskirts of Qianqing Palace, and then spent some money to hire a eunuch to report to Yu Jia, saying that he only wanted to see him.

A quarter of an hour passed, and still no one showed up.

He stood below the Qianqing Palace and silently looked at Song Laoshi who was sitting on the edge and resting.

Song Laoshi was sitting on the edge of the cornerstone, with a kettle in his hand and a piece of oil paper spread out beside him, with snacks on it.

He took a small bite of the snack first, then chewed it slowly.

After a while, he picked up the kettle, took a sip carefully, and then closed his eyes in intoxication.

simplicity is happiness.

Wang Zhen remembered that these were Fang Xing's words, but he just glanced at it, then folded his hands and waited quietly.

Song Laoshi ate half of the snack, then wrapped the snack, put away the kettle, and started sweeping the floor again.

"Give way."

Wang Zhen raised his feet, the broom swept under his feet, and then he saw a person appearing above him.

"The justice is busy with canonization matters and has no time to see you."

Wang Zhen smiled and said, "I'm sorry."

He cupped his hands and turned to leave. The eunuch on the steps looked at his back and sighed: "I was so proud in the past, but today I have become a drowned dog. My father-in-law said, if you don't beat a drowned dog, you are merciful. How can you see him again!"

The sound was so loud that Wang Zhen must have heard it.

His steps were still steady, as if he had not brought his ears with him today.

The eunuch was a little angry when he saw that he had not humiliated Wang Zhen. Just as Song Laoshi came up, he shouted, "Fool, get out!"

He regretted it as soon as he finished scolding.

Song Laoshi's eyes were more sad, and then gradually more watery.

Later, news came from the Qianqing Palace that Yu Jia personally beat a eunuch into a pig's head.

...

Countless people were looking forward to it.

But in the palace, the emperor was still calm.

Establishing a successor has never been a happy event for the emperor, but a funeral.

Establishing a successor means that you will continue to grow old until you return to the mausoleum, and then that kid will step onto the Danbi, walk into the palace, sit on the supreme chair, and accept the worship of hundreds of officials and even the people of the world.

This is fate!

Countless people speculated whether the emperor was a little sad, and even began to feel disgusted with that little guy.

Just as the endless records in history books say, a king who has no son, especially the son called the prince, is his enemy.

Some people are worried, some are happy, and some are proud.

But anger is still the main theme.

So someone tentatively submitted a memorial, asking the emperor to decide on the prince's teacher before establishing the crown prince.

This is not a gimmick of three teachers and three young masters.

This is a bloody suggestion.

There was no news after the memorial entered the palace.

So some people thought that this test had won the emperor's heart.

So the memorials increased again.

No matter how good the relationship is, when it comes to one's own status, even relatives will wield a knife.

Just like the Xuanwu Gate back then!

Just when someone said that the emperor had regretted conferring the title of prince at this time, more than ten riders came out of the palace.

Horse hooves knocked on the long street, and messengers rushed into the barracks.

——Be on guard!

When there was still half a month before the crown prince was conferred, the emperor ordered the guards in Beijing to start on guard.

This is a signal!

The rumors of all kinds of speculations stopped for a while. Those people were like insects in the soil. They were frightened by the thunder in the sky and burrowed deeper into the soil.

Jingzhe, just like this, came with the spring thunder.