Chapter 1331 Establishing the Crown Prince

Although his eldest son Zhang Shi was capable, he was soft-hearted, not ruthless, and loved to have fun. Can he really defend Xiliang after his death?

His eyes slid over Zhang Mao, Wang Rong, Meng Chang and others, and he thought to himself that with them around, it would probably be okay.

But there will definitely be twists and turns in the middle.

If someone else were the emperor, the setbacks would only be internal setbacks in Xiliang, but... Zhao Hanzhang can't do it.

She will definitely take this opportunity to step into Xiliang. In this case, the future of the Zhang family will be unpredictable. Zhang Shi is not a person who can judge the situation.

Only his second son Zhang Mao could bend and stretch and survive under Zhao Hanzhang.

After writing the document requesting the title of Crown Prince, Zhang Gui whispered to Zhang Mao and his confidants, "After my death, Cheng Xun will personally submit a letter to your Majesty for appointment, and strive to go to Beijing to report on his duties every two years. You must remember that Zhang My home is not the Zhang family in Xiliang, but the Zhang family in Xiliang, China. Xiliang is the Xiliang of the imperial court and your Majesty’s Xiliang.”

He does not want to fight against Zhao Hanzhang, he wants Xiliang to have long-term peace and stability, and wants the Zhang family to last for hundreds of generations.

Zhang Mao responded with tears.

Zhang Gui's confidants had no objections.

They actually trust Zhang Mao more than Zhang Shi.

Before Zhang Gui's stroke, Zhang Shi disappeared from time to time, and only Zhang Mao was around. His intelligence and martial arts were recognized by everyone.

He only has one problem, that is, he still has no children, but... he has a daughter.

Everyone made eye contact. The emperor was also a woman. Zhang Mao's daughter was only eight years old. It was still too late to do anything. All she had to do was teach her now.

Among the people present, the most confused person is Zhang Mao. He has not calmed down yet. At this time, his head is full of thoughts: My brother is back, how should I explain to him?

After the conversation, Zhang Gui became more energetic and said, "I want to live until His Majesty gives birth to his eldest son, and when Anxun comes back, bring me the medicine."

Zhang Mao came to his senses and quickly got up from the ground to get the medicine.

Zhao Hanzhang received the Xiliang document at the end of June. Ji Yuan and other ministers suggested that Zhao Hanzhang refuse, "Zhang Shi is the eldest son, and he should inherit the throne of Xiliang King."

But thinking of the ridiculous things Zhang Shi had done in history, Zhao Hanzhang wanted to agree to Zhang Gui's request, but when he lowered his head and glanced at his stomach, Zhao Hanzhang's eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded and said: "I'll wait for an official letter in reply."

In addition to official documents, Zhang Gui also wrote a secret letter to Zhao Hanzhang, in which he explained in detail the reasons why he chose Zhang Mao.

Zhao Hanzhang was very sympathetic, so he wrote him a reply, hinting to him that your consideration is very reasonable, but the system of direct descendants is fundamental. If I easily agree with you to make your second son the heir apparent, I am afraid that all the officials will think too much about it. .

Ji Yuan, who went to write a reply, did not know Zhao Hanzhang's private operations. They all had a good impression of Zhang Shi, and they thought that Zhao Hanzhang should also have a good impression of Zhang Shi. After all, they had a very happy conversation when she ascended the throne, and she also Leave him such a big deal as an envoy to the Western Regions.

Ji Yuan frowned slightly, "Is there still no news from the Western Region Mission?"

"No, I went to Tao Zhugong's house to inquire about it two days ago, but the caravan he sent out didn't reply."

Ji Yuan sighed, "The reason why the Silk Road is not open is because our country's military strength is not strong enough."

The officials nodded in agreement, feeling that development was still needed, but it was not enough yet.

Zhang Gui had known that it would not go so smoothly, but he did not expect that Zhao Hanzhang would reply to his private message like this.

It seems that she also saw that Zhang Shi was not a good heir, but it was difficult to support him openly due to the direct lineage system.

Zhang Gui became more and more certain that he had made the right choice. He had not chosen the wrong successor or the wrong monarch.

Since Zhao Hanzhang also wanted to choose a better King of Xiliang for Xiliang, he obviously really wanted to take Xiliang forward with him.

So Zhang Gui became excited and energetic. He exchanged letters with Zhao Hanzhang four times in a month, which made Zhang Mao look at him with suspicion.

"Father, we also have a radio station."

Zhao Hanzhang sent it two years ago, and he was accompanied by a team of telecommunications soldiers and engineers, so there was no need to deliver some information by land.

But Zhang Gui said otherwise, "His Majesty and I whispered that it is not appropriate to pass through the radio station."

However, he often applied to establish Zhang Mao as the crown prince through the radio, and the double brushing of official documents and telegram information made Zhongshu Sheng and Menxia Sheng very annoyed.

It was not until mid-July that the cotton harvest began. Zhang Gui wrote to the Emperor Feng for the eighth time. This time he played the tragedy card. In total, it had been two years since Zhang Shi had been in the Western Regions, and it had been one year and eight months since he had lost contact. He really couldn't imagine what happened to him, and he didn't dare to imagine.

However, he was seriously ill and obviously could not wait for his return. For the sake of Xiliang's stability, he asked the emperor to agree to make Zhang Mao his son.

Along with Zhang Gui's pulse and medicine, he also asked a painter to draw a picture of himself and send it to the capital, telling the emperor and officials that he was now so skinny that it was difficult to even get out of bed.

He had been in poor health since his stroke in the second year of Yongjia. It was a miracle that he could survive until the second year of Yuanzhen. He felt that he would not live for a few days, and asked the emperor to agree.

He cried in the letter: "If possible, I would like my eldest son Anxun to inherit the throne, but I don't know whether he is alive or dead now. For Xiliang's long-term plan, the second son Chengxun is the best choice."

The letter was filled with tears. Zhao Hanzhang cried in public after reading it. Zhang Gui was moved by his fatherly heart and his desire to fight for Xiliang, and then asked Zhao Ming to read it to all the officials in the palace.

After Zhao Ming finished reading, he couldn't help but sigh, and all the officials also sighed. Finally, they no longer stopped Zhang Gui from asking his second son to be crown prince.

Zhao Hanzhang then issued an edict to make Zhang Mao the crown prince of Xiliang.

The officials retreated, and some officials whispered, "I thought His Majesty had some opinions about Xiliang, but I didn't expect that he agreed like this."

"Is not it good?"

The official was silent for a moment and then whispered: "It's good. Your Majesty treats Xiliang well, and you will treat me well in the future."

"It's a pity that Zhang Shi is not in Xiliang. If he comes back alive, what will happen to Xiliang?" I hope that the brothers will not fight against each other and Xiliang will be in chaos.

"This is probably what your Majesty and Ji Shizhong are worried about, so they refused to agree for a long time, but... Zhang Cishi is seriously ill and can no longer support him. Who told Zhang Shi not to be in Xiliang now?"

"Alas~"

"Alas~"

Everyone felt sorry for Zhang Shi, only Zhao Hanzhang was thankful for the people and officialdom of Xiliang, "Zhang Shi is good, but he is not suitable to be a local official, especially a parent official like the governor of a state."

Fu Tinghan served her soup and asked, "Is there no news about him till now?"

Zhao Hanzhang became sad when he mentioned this, shook his head and said: "No, I don't know which section of the road they had an accident on. They obviously brought a radio, but they couldn't be contacted no matter how hard they tried."

"I suspect that the radio station is no longer in their hands. How big a crisis is this?" Zhao Hanzhang frowned, "It's no wonder that the people sent out later can't contact them."

Fu Tinghan looked at her face and asked, "Do you want to send troops to the Western Regions?"

Zhao Hanzhang lowered his head and glanced at his belly, nodded and said, "Wait a little longer. When I give birth to her, I will send someone to the Western Regions."

Her eyes were a little cold, with the sharpness he was familiar with, "Isn't the reason why the road to the mission is so difficult because the Silk Road is blocked? If so, I will open it!"

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