Your Majesty, he has a backache and brain fever

Unknowingly, the natural scenery in the world has changed, and three years have passed by in a hurry. Today's Daqi, the court situation has become very clear, and the battle between the princes has also entered a fierce stage.

But Xia Moshi, because the chess game has already been laid out, and after years of calculations and tricks on people's hearts, everyone ignored the youngest prince. No one cared about the seventh prince, and no one regarded him as a threat. Or a roadblock, so leave him a clean place.

Although this is the result of Xia Moshi's many years of planning, it is also beyond his expectation, because he really did not expect that these people can be easily fooled, but just installing a few counselors can make this group of pretentious His sons and phoenixes obeyed his advice, let the tense develop as he would like to see, and walked into the bottomless abyss step by step.

Xia Moshi watched his brothers fight to the death with cold eyes, and thought coldly, no wonder they all ended badly. This position is indeed not Xia Xuhuai's opponent, so they deserve it.

As a result, under his standing idly by and behind the scenes, the foundation of the old family has almost been shaken. Some people are panicked, some are panicked, some are fighting with their backs, some are stubbornly resisting, and some are happy to see the success, looking forward to it with anticipation. As we usher in a prosperous Qingming era, there are also people who don't hear what's going on outside the window, trying to survive in the gust of wind like weeds on the wall.

Xia Moshi paid attention to all of this, but he didn't take it seriously. Even when his father was seriously ill, he took a leisurely way to make a bowl of longevity noodles by himself, and it was a success once. It has been done so that a bowl of noodles consists of only one uninterrupted noodle.

Although the taste is not very good, the meaning of longevity is quite good, especially compared with the current situation of the emperor, it is even more ironic.Therefore, Xia Moshi talked about this bowl of noodles with great enthusiasm, and was happier than eating any delicacies from mountains and seas. A bowl of plain and ordinary noodles was not wasted at all, and he ate all of them.

Xia Moshi was like this, and he was one year older. Although due to the constraints of the time, his 16th birthday was much more deserted than in previous years, but his mood was hardly affected. How should his daily life be? It's still how it is.

The end of Qi An's 29 years is destined to be an unsettled and extraordinary winter. The people outside the palace wall are still living and working in peace and contentment, but inside the palace city, blood is flowing like a river. , the red on the palace steps dripped all over the place, the blood flowed and dried, dried and flowed again, and then was covered by pure white snow, disappearing into nothingness, as if nothing had happened.

No matter what happened the day before, the sun will rise as usual the next day. The sun rises and the moon dives day and night. Everything seems to be the same, but the waxwing is no longer hovering over the palace, and the plum grove in the imperial garden has become extraordinarily low-key and quiet. , to remind everyone that this winter will be different after all.

During this period of time, many princes and nobles also tightened the strings in their minds, lest they make a wrong step and become someone else's prisoner, never turning over.

And his father, Emperor Qi An, hadn't been able to show up in front of the crowd until the New Year's Eve banquet, and he couldn't come out to see him. Playing with the majesty and imperial power that he is proud of and thinks he is superior.

All civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knew well that Emperor Qi An's fate was probably coming to an end soon.

Not long after that, before the beginning of the first month, in the 30th year since Emperor Qi An succeeded to the throne, he finally died at the hands of his first son. As for the queen, she was tortured by illness long before the palace change People are not ghosts, after the emperor died, she simply asked for a quick way to die, and she should be buried for the emperor voluntarily.

In the spring of Qi'an's 30th year, when the common people were still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the sad news of the death of both the emperor and empress came out of the palace.

Although it has nothing to do with the common people, it is a matter of neither sadness nor joy, but it is a national mourning, all the decorations must be taken off, silk and bamboo orchestral music is also ordered to be banned, and it is not allowed to hold a banquet to invite friends and companions to attend any banquet.

Overnight, Shangjing, which had been bustling for a month, quickly calmed down, becoming chill and lifeless, with almost no trace of popularity.

Originally, some people thought that the emperor had not established a legitimate prince during his lifetime, and the emperor might leave behind a chaotic situation when he passed away. However, looking around, the only surviving prince now is Liu Feng. The unknown seventh prince in the palace, the fifth prince who was exiled to his remote fief by Emperor Daxing very early on, and the distinguished first prince.

In this way, it is a matter of course for the fourth prince to succeed to the throne. It is amazing that this is God's will. I respectfully invite the fourth prince to ascend the throne as soon as possible and open up a new era. The fourth prince is also pretending to shirk After two rounds, it was finally decided on the day when the dragon raised its head on the second day of February, to hold a grand ceremony for offering sacrifices to heaven and performing the enthronement ceremony. Even the new country name had already been thought out, and it was just waiting for the second day of February to come.

However, the God's will that everyone kept saying was not yet a foregone conclusion. At the time when the four princes were rejoicing, and while they were excitedly continuing to fight against dissidents, the Xia family's army broke up into a whole without anyone noticing. Zero, seven, seven, eight or eight are all gathered in the capital of Daqi.

Together with Xia Xuhuai's other forces, a new army emerged, defying the world's disgrace, and sent the four princes who were about to become the new emperor to the death row. The banner was naturally on the side of the Qing emperor, and they produced evidence that the four princes killed their father and king , the ironclad evidence is like a mountain, no matter how others lament, defend, or add insult to injury, it will not change the fact that the fourth prince has become the soul of Dingguo Hou's sword.

This vigorous and resolute style of action, as well as his ruthless tactics, made people finally equate this young Marquis who held a high position with the invincible leader of the Xia family army on the battlefield. They were suddenly surprised It turns out that there is such a cruel character hidden under their noses.

After taking care of a group of people, Xia Xuhuai took the sword that was as sharp as iron and went to the southeast corner of the palace. The blood color of the sword tip dropped a few red plums in the snow, which was so beautiful.

Xia Xuhuai pushed open the gate of Liufeng Palace, and when he saw Xia Mo, he was carrying a hoe and dug out a brown porcelain altar from the root of the plum tree. , didn't change his face, but smiled more obviously, and stretched out his sleeves to invite him into the front hall.

"Master Hou has come from a long way, why don't you go in and drink a glass of thin wine to suppress the smell of blood on your body. Look, the white plum blossoms here are so beautiful. This wine must also be rich and mellow, with a long lasting flavor Unforgettable."

However, Xia Xuhuai didn't pay any attention to it, and directly dismissed the irrelevant servants, straight to the point: "The fourth prince murdered the king and conspired against the emperor, His Majesty passed away, and the fifth prince has also joined Shen Ke. I respectfully invite Your Highness to ascend the throne and become my new Daqi." Emperor."

Xia Moshi looked at the person in front of him, his attitude was much more polite than in his previous life, but even if he said a few words, he was still powerful.

Xia Xuhuai, Xiao Shuxuan, handsome and resolute, seemed respectful in the salute, but also showed a little carelessness.That's right, Xia Mo said in his heart, in his eyes, this is just a necessary process, and he is just a puppet that he can replace at any time. After all, there is a fifth prince with a hugging body, who may be more suitable than himself.

However, looking at Xia Xuhuai's appearance, it seems that there are two points of restraint and forbearance mixed in. Xia Moshi didn't quite understand. Today, he is already below one person and above ten thousand people. Now that he has reached the pinnacle of power, then, what else is there that he, Xia Xuhuai, needs to be scruples about and forbearance?

After so many years, Xia Moshi's feelings towards Xia Xuhuai are actually very complicated.

The five years of suppression in the previous life brought him not only disgust and restraint, but also uncontrollable admiration and awe. During that time, he could not help feeling from the bottom of his heart that even without Xia Xuhuai Xia Xuhuai couldn't do better when he was in power. For him, those five years were not free, but for the world, Xia Xuhuai did indeed restore the world's morals and keep the people happy.

The world says that the talents of the world are just like this.

Even after being trapped for three years, after the initial resentment and shame towards Xia Xuhuai, Xia Moshi felt more regret.

It's a pity that Xia Xuhuai gave up the whole good situation for that person, gave up reorganizing the martial arts and consolidating his own rights, gave up taking the imperial power into his own pocket, and gave up opening up the territory and unifying him. A good time in the four realms, he gave up his ambition and was willing to be that person's pillow.

They call this thing love, and Xia Moshi is still puzzled by the magic of love, especially the unusual relationship between the two men.

But until now, his attitude towards this matter seems to have quietly changed.

Looking back on the piles and piles along the way these years, the bits and pieces in the open and the dark, the Xia Xuhuai in front of him, who suddenly reunited after years of strangers, made him suddenly have a different idea.

Xia Moshi recalled so much, and went back so long in the long river of memory, but in reality, in front of Xia Xuhuai, it was only a short moment.

From Xia Xuhuai's point of view, Xia Moshi was just in a daze for a while, then came back to his senses, ignored his proposal just now, and only replied with one word: "Sit."

Xia Xuhuai frowned slightly, and sat down as promised, but he had no intention of drinking the glass of wine in front of him.

Xia Moshi smiled, and asked the person who was standing beside Xia Xuhuai just now when he entered the door: "Who are our people?"