Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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In the sixth year after King Rong and Changle left, Xihui raised troops to attack Dayan by surprise. The Changsheng army fought back and won a big victory.

In the eighth year, Emperor Yongzhao was critically ill and fell into a coma several times.

"Go to sleep, I'll just keep watch." The prince took off his cloak and put it on Nan Ruo.

"It's next door, just two steps away." Nan Ruo muttered, fearing that something might happen to Emperor Yongzhao, they moved to live in Zichen Palace during this time.

Besides, he doesn't get sick.

"It will be cold." The prince insisted on putting it on for him, and also put on the hood at the back. The snow-white fox fur on the brim of the hat made Nan Ruo's already small face more tender. He looked like a young man in his twenties, and couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed his face.

Nan Ruo immediately covered her mouth with her hand: "I told you not to kiss me within three days."

It's been so many years, and this pervert's preferences haven't changed at all.

The prince smiled lowly, hugged him in his arms and rubbed his neck, Nan Ruo was slightly short of breath, since they moved here, they hadn't really been close for a few days.

"Be good, bear with it for a while." The prince whispered in his ear, "I'll make it for you tomorrow morning..."

Nan Ruo just twisted his waist, and said angrily: "I'll replace you tomorrow morning, go rest your time, stay up late and don't rest, don't want to live anymore, don't look at how old you are."

People in their 40s thought they were still young. Besides, Emperor Yongzhao was still lying down, so how could he think about that.

He couldn't help but glared at the prince, making him seem so hungry.

The prince smiled and took him into his arms, hugged him for a while to comfort him, and then let him go to rest. When he returned to the edge, he saw Emperor Yongzhao who was glaring at him, with a calm expression: "Father is still not asleep?"

The long-term bed rest has made Emperor Yongzhao unable to move. After the plan that he thought he could make a comeback was defeated by the prince, he was so angry that he suffered a stroke. Although he was taken care of by the palace people, the mental blow made him lose weight day by day. The tall body is shriveled and stooped.

"Niezi...Niezi...you murdered your father and usurped the throne...you will die badly..."

He was breathing hard, like a fish out of water, his chest heaved and his eyes were full of resentment.

18 years, he has been imprisoned for 18 full years!

The prince stepped forward to help him tuck the corner of the quilt, without even raising his eyelids: "Could it be that the father is not, the father is more accused of killing a brother than me, and I have never treated Yazi badly, even when he is overseas now. It is allowed to be called a king, not to mention that the father is still alive, so why kill the father, usurping the throne is even more nonsense, everyone in this world does not know that the father is still the emperor."

Emperor Yongzhao was so angry that his whole body trembled, his breathing became short of breath, his lips fluttered and repeated indistinctly that he would die indistinctly.

The prince seemed to have never heard of it, and his tone was gentle, like a filial son talking to his father: "By the way, there is something I forgot to tell you. Zheng Fan did not really die of illness. I let her go. She is now Su Lu. The queen of the island has a lot of promises, and there are more than ten male and female concubines in the harem, and she is very happy, and Changle is not with Yazi, she is going to find Zheng Fan to be the princess."

Emperor Yongzhao seemed to be hit by a heavy thunder, and the vague voice in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The prince looked at it with a smile, as if he was admiring a painting. He asked someone to hide the news until now, just for this moment.

Emperor Yongzhao's eyes were slack, his face flushed strangely, and he sat up all of a sudden: "Bitch! Bitch! How dare she!"

"Look at what the father said, is it only the father's three palaces and six courtyards?" The prince said lightly, "If you are loyal to others, others will be loyal to you, and the same is true for feelings. Does the father need a son to teach this truth?" Understand?"

Emperor Yongzhao twisted his mouth in anger, grabbed the bedpost and wanted to get up, but he couldn't get up anyway, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't exert his strength, and he shook his lips: "Niety, bitch, none of you will A good end, all of them will die badly..."

"You don't need to worry about it." The crown prince smiled, "You can't see it anyway, why don't you think about who should give the throne to me..."

Looking at his expression, Emperor Yongzhao had a bad feeling in his heart: "What do you want to do?"

The prince sat down on the stool next to the bed: "Actually, the queen mother had a thought that night, so she took me along."

She had already held the candle beside the bed, but finally watched him let go of his hand.

Emperor Yongzhao's face was stiff.

Prince: "I have thought more than once that this palace will be burned down with a single fire."

Almost every year and every month, when he stepped on the floor tiles and walked in the palace, he would always have this thought, if it burns, it must be very beautiful.

Emperor Yongzhao guessed what he wanted to do, his eyes showed panic: "No, no, you can't..."

"I can." The prince said lightly, and he smiled, "Look, I won't have any heirs. Yazi needs a son to inherit his throne. The younger generation of the clan with ambitions all choose to go to sea. In another ten or twenty years, The newly grown ones will also go out, and when the time comes, the whole world—have you seen the globe I sent someone, Father, I must know how big the world is, and all the side branches will enclose the land everywhere to be kings and establish a new dynasty , and the royal father's line—"

He whispered softly, falling into Emperor Yongzhao's ears as if it was the most vicious curse in the world: "It will end here with me."

Emperor Yongzhao's eyes widened with anger, almost oozing blood.

As if provoking him was not enough, the crown prince said, "Father, don't think that Yazi is still there. Don't you deny that Yazi is your son? Why didn't you come to see you when Yazi left? He already knew Given your suspicion of him, you are wrong to think that he is naive and easy to deceive."

Do you think children don't know anything?Yazi is smart and sensitive, and he has an early insight into his vague dislike.

"You...shut up..." The corners of Emperor Yongzhao's mouth were crooked, almost speechless.

Prince: "I won't succeed to the throne after my father goes away. The most indispensable thing in this capital is an orphan. Just bring any one. Of course, I will say to the outside world that this is the child left by my father..."

"Crazy, crazy, crazy—" Emperor Yongzhao felt a great panic in his heart, because he knew that the crown prince would really do this.

The prince smiled: "Yes, I'm a lunatic, didn't my father already know that?"

Emperor Yongzhao's eyes were about to burst, and he couldn't breathe, so he fell back on the bed clutching his chest.

The prince didn't move, watched him die silently, stretched out his hand to help him close his restless eyes: "Father, go at ease."

He didn't call for anyone, as if Emperor Yongzhao hadn't died at all, and sat behind the desk as usual, writing memorials and keeping watch at night.

Brother Ruo just fell asleep, so don't disturb him.

He kept watch all night when his mother died, and now that his father died, it was only fair that he would also watch all night. There is no filial son like him in the whole world.

The prince smiled, sick and sullen, but quickly restrained himself, no, he couldn't be seen by Brother Ruo, his hands trembled, he took out a pill from the drawer, hesitated for a moment, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it go down.

Nanruo was woken up by the bump, his forehead hit the bedpost, it didn't hurt, and was blocked by the prince's hand, but the feeling in his body woke him up.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet..." He muttered, but he didn't refuse, habitually stretching his body to wrap around it.

However, the prince did not coax him obediently and heartily as before, as if possessed by a wild man, tireless, restless and silent.

Nan Ruo wanted to ask what was wrong, but the sweeping waves made him blurred.

It wasn't until the clouds cleared and the rain cleared that the prince said: "Father has gone."

Nan Ruo woke up in an instant: "When? Why didn't you wake me up? You still have thoughts..." Immediately, she wanted to push the person away, but she stopped when she touched the prince's excited red eyes. Forget it, the prince It cannot be generalized with ordinary people.

He could only pat him on the back to coax him, his thoughts turned quickly, with the prince like this, he would have to worry more about the funeral.

However, the prince was excited, and when he patted, he was replaced by being patted.

After the torment was over, Nan Ruo realized that the crown prince had not spread the news of the emperor's death at all, and waited for them to tidy up before asking the servants to shout to pass it on.

Hearing the news of the emperor's death, everyone froze for a moment before realizing that the emperor was referring to Emperor Yongzhao. The crown prince had been in charge of the country for 18 years. People had long been accustomed to regard him as the emperor. They forgot that the crown prince was just a crown prince. The real emperor was still there In addition, the young man born after the palace change only knew the prince but not Yongzhao Emperor.

The mausoleum of Emperor Yongzhao began to be built when he ascended the throne. It had already been repaired during his 38 years of reign, and the funeral was prepared as early as when he had a stroke. The birthdays were on the same day. In order to avoid collisions, the prince advocated keeping the funeral simple, and by the way, let the people who sent letters to the overseas clans tell them that the journey was far away and they did not need to come in person, so the process was quickly completed.

It stands to reason that after the funeral is over, it is time to prepare for the succession ceremony. Although the crown prince excused himself by holding the funeral first, everyone did not care. The crown prince is well known in the world, and he was able to take care of the seriously ill. The late emperor did not succeed for 18 years. As soon as the funeral was over, the prince let out a big thunder.

He did not know where to bring out a newborn baby, saying that it was the late emperor's posthumous son, and he wanted to embrace him as emperor.

Full of uproar.

But soon, at the prince's insistence, he agreed.

Now people with a discerning eye can see the relationship between the prince and Nangong. Seeing that the prince will not have any parents and children, he will be adopted in the future. Instead of choosing from a branch, it is better to cultivate his own younger brother. As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father, which is equivalent to raising a son. .

What's more, if you choose from the clan, you have to worry about your parents. It's better to raise someone who is not involved, so as to avoid instability in the court.

The ministers recognized the new emperor with their own thoughts.

Of course, some people suspected that the new emperor was actually the crown prince's illegitimate son, and the crown prince said that because he was afraid that Mr. Nangong would be angry.

In fact, only the crown prince and Nan Ruo knew that this child was not a posthumous child at all, they brought it here from the Salesian Bureau!

Nan Ruo was stunned when he heard this idea from the prince's mouth: "You..."

There are tens of thousands of questions I want to ask at once, whether he is crazy, whether he knows what he gave up, what to do if he is found out, what to do in the future, and even more I want to ask him... whether he has guessed what he wants to do .

"Don't be afraid." The prince took his hand and led him to sit on the dragon chair together, "Even if you didn't show up, I would set fire to destroy this palace sooner or later. , Yazi, Changle Anle... These tragedies will still occur, you just happen at the right time, not to mention that even without you, there will be others, since the torrent of history cannot be stopped, why can't we create it ourselves."

He caressed Nan Ruo's cheek, paranoid and crazy: "Let's be together, I want history to leave the name of me and you, not the emperor and the courtiers, but lovers, lovers or husband and wife, so that everyone in the future will know."

madman.

Nan Ruo murmured, held his face and kissed him hard.

But he loved the madman.

On the dragon chair where the powers gather, the most primitive desires collide, and power and desire reach their peak at this moment.

In the winter of the 38th year of Yongzhao, Emperor Yongzhao died at the age of 61. His temple name was Daizong.

Because the new emperor was young, the prince regent assisted him, built a cabinet at the same time, canonized four ministers, and Nangong Ruogu was the first assistant.

In the sixth year of Taiping, Emperor Taiping was suspected of having a different blood, and the throne was abolished. The crown prince took a son and called him his own son. Establishing Emperor Jianchu, another two years, changing to Emperor Hongping, another two years changing to Emperor Xiantian, and another two years...

Later generations joked that the iron-clad regency cabinet was the emperor who ran smoothly, from the beginning of Taiping to the end of Yongxing.

In the third year of Yongxing, the regent passed away, at the age of 65, and the prelude to the collapse of imperial power officially kicked off.