A dragon raised at birth

"I'm just a boring concubine, reading some books to pass the time, how could King Mu have such an idea?"

"If you are bored to pass the time, there are too many books to read, and you just choose this kind of boring book."

Diablo looked at the concubine in front of him who had become more and more charming in the past eight years, and smiled,

"You don't have to hide what's on your mind when you talk to me, but it's okay to talk about it."

"Since King Mu knew about it, why did he say it? Save some face for the concubine, isn't it good?"

"That's right." Seeing Concubine Zhaohua become honest, Diablo was satisfied.

"King Mu, I'm not a woman who is greedy for power. It's just that my son is still young, and His Majesty's body, if it wasn't for my concubine begging you to take action, he would have died a long time ago, but until now, he has no any ability to handle government affairs.”

"So you want your son to be in charge now?"

"It's not that I want my son to be on the throne, but that Dayong must have a new emperor on the throne now. Now Dayong's government is in the hands of the cabinet and several princes. If it drags on for a few more years, these so-called humerus ministers He will definitely become a powerful minister, and when my son takes over, won't he be reduced to a puppet?"

"Now that you are enthroned, the government is still controlled by your queen mother, and your son is still a puppet."

"King Mu's words are wrong. I listen to the government behind the curtain only in name. The real decision is still made by my son himself. He has his own opinion now."

"Since you already have an idea, then prepare it now!" After hearing what the noble concubine said, Diablo was satisfied.

"Prince Mu, do you agree?" Concubine Zhaohua showed surprise on her face.

"I never objected."

Although the current little prince, Zhang Jinghong, is only 13 years old, he is already well-known in the capital, and his reputation has already surpassed those of his elder brothers and younger brothers who were born later.

The talent of never forgetting and having enough literary accumulation naturally made the literati of the Dayong Dynasty have a very high opinion of him, and he won a large number of fans just by attending a few poetry receptions.

Which scribe would not like a prince who can quote scriptures casually and write poems and songs with his mouth open.

But literati only account for a small part of Zhang Jinghong's many fans. Among the common people, he has a reputation that even his emperor's father can't match-if the emperor is not old, this is an act of death.

Zhang Jinghong didn't just learn poetry, songs, and sage articles, he also learned any knowledge that Diablo thought would be useful to him, including not limited to laws, military books, and medical skills.

Well, this naturally intelligent prince has spent a colorful, fulfilling and meaningful childhood since he was five years old.As the price of sacrificing his childhood, Zhang Jinghong became a very versatile prince.

Therefore, when the prince reached the age stipulated by the royal family, moved out of the palace, and opened a mansion in the capital, he liked to wander around the capital area anonymously in disguise.

The young chivalrous man who draws his sword to help when the road is injustice; the kind-hearted genius doctor who hangs a pot to help the world and gives needles and medicine; the tough litigator who punishes evil and promotes good, defies power...

Every time he goes out, Zhang Jinghong can adapt to various identities as he likes, because he has relevant professional skills, and every role he plays has a huge reputation in the Gyeonggi area after time accumulation.

Afterwards, under the arrangement of "people with a heart", all the disguised identities of the little prince Zhang Jinghong were exposed every time he went out, and all his frequent trips as a prince were also revealed.

Almost overnight, Zhang Jinghong became famous in the capital, from the princes and nobles to the people of Liming, even small businessmen, all knew of the existence of this prince and praised him full of praise - even the rich and powerful did not. It is a good emperor who will refuse his allegiance.

And after gaining such a great reputation, Zhang Jinghong did not stop there, but under the guidance of a certain boss, he wrote a letter to his old and dying emperor father.

Ask for tax relief for the common people, and also ask for the enactment of welfare policies for active duty and veterans.This memorial, which seemed full of innocence and impracticality, was naturally refuted.

But this did not prevent Zhang Jinghong from gaining a higher reputation among the people, and he also began to gain the support of the army.

Therefore, when Zhang Jinghong was 12 years old, in the face of the petitions of the people, the officials and many generals who guarded the frontier jointly signed a letter. He made his own jade seal.

Although the Dayong Dynasty had a tradition of the eldest son succeeding to the throne, this was just a tradition, not a rule clearly recorded.In the case that the eldest son and the youngest son are not much different, even if the youngest son is better, for the stability of the country, the eldest son will succeed.

But the premise is that there should not be too much difference, like the mediocre eldest prince today, and the little prince Zhang Jinghong who is now praised by the government and the public, the gap between Yinghuo and Haoyue is completely incomparable.

"That's great, I'm going to make preparations now!"

"Well, let's get the letter of appointment!"

"What letter of appointment?" Concubine Zhaohua, who was about to contact her father and brother, was slightly taken aback.

"It's thirteen, it's time to get married." Diablo explained casually.

"But His Majesty King Mu, didn't you say that my son is currently practicing Tong Zi Gong? You can't break your body before Dacheng, otherwise it will damage your vitality?"

Concubine Shaohua was a little puzzled and asked expectantly. When she knew that her son was actually practicing boy kungfu, she almost quarreled with the one in front of her and asked a person who was going to be the emperor to practice it. Isn't that a scam?

"When that little guy comes back from Liuchuan County, his boyhood skills will be almost complete. By then, he can marry a wife without worrying about hurting his vitality."

"So that's how it is. I'll choose a virtuous wife for Hong'er." Hearing what Diablo said, Concubine Zhaohua suddenly showed a charming smile from the bottom of her heart.

"I wonder if King Mu has any suggestions?"

"Duke Cheng, Duke Ding, and Marquis Changping..." Diablo opened his mouth and read out the titles of a big dignitary, "These princes all have virtuous and virtuous women who are waiting to be married."

"King Mu really has a vision."

Concubine Zhaohua, who was startled by the list of dignitaries reported by Diablo, showed a smile on her face. As a mother, she didn't know such details, but she only knew about the most talented noble daughters in Kyoto.

"What do you think of these daughters of princes? If you have no objections, you can directly hire them!"

"All the letters of appointment?" Concubine Zhaohua's face was a little dazed.

"Well, all of them will be hired."

"But this is too much! Doing so will be regarded as humiliation."

"Then let's do it in batches. You just pick a few recruits that you think are the most helpful, and you can talk about the rest after your son is firmly seated on the throne."

"good!"

After hearing the plan proposed by His Highness, Concubine Zhaohua finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was really worried that this man wanted her son to marry so many daughters of princes at once.

"However, just arrange that kid's marriage in this way. When he comes back from Liuchuan County, I'm afraid there will be trouble for a while! This kid has always been very thoughtful."

"King Mu is worried too much. The folks all have their parents' orders and matchmaker's words, and the marriage of the royal family cannot be decided by him. And he will understand our arrangement."

"Tsk." Diablo snorted lightly, and didn't say much.

"However, Hong'er is now the crown prince, and the matter of marriage should be reported to His Majesty."

"He's lost his mind now, what else can he decide?"

Diablo shook his head. If it wasn't for the sake of gaining more development time for Zhang Jinghong, the kid he raised, the old emperor would have burped a long time ago. For this reason, he even visited the Yin Division and chatted with the city god of the capital for a while. It's time.

"No matter what, if you ask His Majesty to review this matter and ask him to grant the marriage, at least the imperial decree of the marriage should be stamped with the seal of the jade seal."

"Ah."

Therefore, when his son quelled the drought in Liuchuan County, as the mother, Liu Shuyu, the imperial concubine of Zhaohua, made a lot of trouble in Kyoto by discussing her son's marriage.

But when the imperial concubine investigated the suitable women in the direct lineage of the duke according to Diablo's recommendation, she found that one of them was a bit special.

Chapter 110 Is the prince my own?

"Mu Wang, there are no girls of the right age among the Duke of Cheng."

"Why not? Yue Qingzi is the one!"

"But she's a widow at home."

"What do widows have? The daughter of a duke is still perfect."

"It's not a question of perfect body. Although the daughter of a duke is famous in the capital, she is Ke Fu. She married two handsome talents, and all of them died suddenly on the wedding night."

Seeing this handsome young man with a face full of indifference in front of her, Concubine Zhaohua was so sad that she was on the verge of crying.

"That's because they don't have this fate."

"If this is married, Hong'er..."

"Stop, who do you look down on? Your son is now the crown prince of Dayong, and his enthronement as emperor is already expected. He has a body protected by the dragon energy of Taoism, which is invulnerable to all laws. Don't say that the prince's children are just unlucky. Married to two short-lived ghosts, even if she is really Ke Fu, she can't beat your son."

"King Mu is serious?"

"Why did I lie to you?" Diablo spread his hands, his expression puzzled.

"If it's harmless to Hong'er, then Duke Cheng's granddaughter can marry."

Concubine Zhaohua showed a decisive look on her face. Duke Dingguo is the most powerful of the Da Yong Xungui. He has been passed down from the day of Dayong's founding until today. It can be said that the tree has deep roots. If he can get support, don't It is said that the emperor is determined, and he can gain power more quickly after he ascends the throne.

"You can figure it out. Anyway, you can do whatever is convenient. You are responsible for these human affairs, and I won't interfere."

"Leave it to my concubine."

……

"Long live His Royal Highness! Long live His Royal Highness! Prince..."

The voice of the mountain shouting long live came from all directions, and the sound shook the sky. Zhang Jinghong, who was only 13 years old, stood on the dilapidated city wall, looking down at the scene where the hungry people inside and outside the city shouted long live to him. Full of pride.

Three months ago, he was in the capital, standing on the court hall as a crown prince, and received an urgent memorial for eight hundred miles from Liuchuan County. There was a severe drought in Liuchuan County, and locust plagues broke out everywhere, and hungry people were everywhere. The court was shaken.

At that time, a minister proposed to mobilize the guards of Kyoto to suppress Liuchuan County and prevent the hungry people from rioting and turning into rebels.At that time, he stepped forward, angrily reprimanded the ministers, and then resisted all opinions and volunteered to go to the disaster area to relieve the victims.

Because he had already read from the history books how miserable ordinary people would be under the catastrophe, they would eat their own children, eat bark, no rooster would crow for thousands of miles, and their bones would be exposed in the wild.

Moreover, people who have no food to fill their stomachs will lose their rationality in their minds, lose their respect for the imperial court and imperial power, and will easily turn into rebels under the instigation of caring people. At that point, no matter what difficulties they have, They can only be wiped out.

Therefore, Zhang Jinghong went to Liuchuan County with the food and disaster relief team that was being prepared urgently. He knew very well what kind of deterrent his status as the Prince of Dayong would have if he could fill the stomachs of the hungry people. and appeal.

And after he arrived in Liuchuan County, he first asked and killed the corrupt officials who concealed and refused to report to reassure the people, and then he opened a porridge shed to satisfy the people.Satisfy the body and spirit of the hungry people, don't gossip with them, and talk about big reasons.

Then he led a small number of troops and began to sweep away the demons and evil spirits bred by the catastrophe in Liuchuan County, showing his abundant martial arts to the local residents.

After some operations, Liuchuan County, which had been somewhat turbulent, immediately settled down, and then he began to lead those strong and hungry people to dig rivers and repair reservoirs.

In the end, the drought in Liuchuan County gradually calmed down. After the construction of river reservoirs began, this large county with many droughts and little rain all year round began to rain.

In the rain, the people of Liuchuan County started farming under the leadership of the prince who was able to go down to the field and pull the oxen to plow the field in the mud.

The future emperor took the lead again and again, which greatly shocked and encouraged both the army and officials who followed him, as well as the local people.

Therefore, when everything calmed down and the prince Zhang Jinghong was about to leave, the people of Liuchuan County who got the news began to gather and take the initiative to see the unprecedented prince off.

"His Royal Highness, you can't delay any longer. There is news from the palace that His Majesty is dying. You must rush back to see him one last time before His Majesty dies."

Just as Zhang Jinghong was enjoying the fruits of his months of hard work and taking the lead, a guard approached him and reminded him in a low voice.

"Well, I see."

Zhang Jinghong, who didn't have much real feelings for his blood-related father, responded indifferently, and after interacting with the reluctant people below, he boarded the carriage and set foot on the return trip to Beijing. path of.

But he had just set off, and the urgings from his mother, grandfather, and some inexplicable princes came one after another, so he had to abandon the team, and only brought his entourage and guards, rode a thousand-mile horse, and returned to Kyoto day and night.

And just after he returned to the capital, he was taken into the palace by the forbidden army without even dismounting his horse.

"You finally came back."

Seeing the son getting off the tired and paralyzed Chollima, the concubine Zhaohua, who had been waiting behind the palace gate for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry up and meet your royal father, he's dying now, and he still has something to say to you."

"Is the father dying so soon? How come?"

Zhang Jinghong, who had no intention of sadness in his heart, showed sadness on his face. He knew that this was the expression he should make as a prince on such an occasion.

"Oh, your father is already old." Seeing the sad son, Concubine Zhaohua also sighed, and dragged him to the palace where the old emperor rested and recuperated.

Along the way, Zhang Jinghong saw many princes and ministers who were crying in the palace with sad faces, and even the ladies and eunuchs who passed by had solemn faces, and some of them even had tears on their faces.

I don't know whether he is really sad for his fatuous father who was addicted to alcohol and sex in his later years, or for their imminent loss of power and status.

"Your Majesty, the prince is back!"

The strong and choking herbal smell poured into the nostrils. Zhang Jinghong almost sneezed when he followed his mother into the Hall of Mental Cultivation. When he turned to breathe inward, he could clearly see the general sobriety in this palace.

A skinny old man with white beard and hair was reclined on the bed, and around him, the important officials of the state who stood at the top of Dayong's power chain, as well as his brothers and sisters stood aside.

In it, he saw the grandfather of the prime minister, but what was strange was that when those princes saw him, they also turned their heads and smiled kindly at him.

"Hong'er, you're back."

The voice was so weak that the prince who practiced martial arts could not hear the content clearly.

"come over!"

"Your Majesty let you go!" Concubine Zhaohua turned her head to look at her son, acting as a reply reader.

"Father Emperor." Zhang Jinghong walked to the bed, looked at the old man who was so angry, and called out an unfamiliar name that he thought was a bit obscure.

"Guru~"

The old emperor didn't respond, but chewed up what he had held in his mouth for a long time, and then his face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his weak breathing became steady and powerful.

"Everyone get out, I want to explain something to the prince!" The old emperor sat up straight, his cloudy but sharp eyes stared at the princes and nobles present and those sons who did not live up to expectations.

"Come here, let me have a look." After everyone in the hall, including the maids and eunuchs, had withdrawn, the old emperor waved to Zhang Jinghong. When the crown prince he appointed approached, he looked at it for a moment and sighed with a smile. With a sound.