Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"His Royal Highness has successfully enthroned, the new dynasty has a new atmosphere, and the year name has been changed!" Rong Youtang smiled brightly, holding the residence newspaper in both hands and approaching the candlestick, reading with gusto.

"Oh?" Song Shen nestled in the recliner, shook the jug, and asked lazily, "What is the new emperor's year name?"

"Hong Qing." Rong Youtang raised his eyes brightly, and said happily, "This year is the first year of Hong Qing!"

Song Shen smiled: "King Qing's reputation is far and wide, and it is suitable for embedding the emperor's year name. It sounds grand."

"That's right." Rong Youtang couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, he was sincerely delighted, after reading a few lines, he said: "Ms. Concubine Shu has been posthumously named Empress Dowager."

"It's not surprising that a mother is more expensive than a child." Song Shen said with a relaxed posture, "The world is unpredictable. When I traveled around and settled in the capital at the beginning of my travels, His Highness the Third Highness had just been crowned king with his military exploits. Prince, but at that time, gossip started to gossip, and the government and the public either guessed the Second Highness or the First Highness, the first son and the eldest son, all agreed that King Qing was going to guard the northwest. Hey! In the end, it turned out that King Qing ascended the throne. If you make the wrong bet, you will probably regret it."

There is nothing wrong with the emperor and the courtiers.

"Your Highness—" Rong Youtang paused, full of emotions, and said seriously: "No, it's Your Majesty! We have to change our words, the emperor's prestige is extraordinary, and if you say a word wrong, you may be criticized by caring people."

"Tsk~" Song Shen curled his lips, sat up slowly, and drank with his neck up, his shadow was cast on the screen by the candlelight, swaying.

Rong Youtang bowed his head, read silently for a moment, nodded, and told them one by one: "The late emperor passed away, and the funeral is being arranged; the whole story of King Guangping's murder has been verified, and the murderer has been arrested; there are many rebels who participated in the conspiracy to usurp the throne, and all of them have been arrested. , the leader of the rebel party, the father and son of the former Taifu Han family died in the melee on the night of the rebellion, His Royal Highness was lured by traitors to commit a horrific mistake, regretted himself, and committed suicide in the prison."

"Regret and ashamed?" Song Shen raised his eyebrows, hesitant to speak.

Rong Youtang sighed: "It can't be written that he will never regret it until he dies, right? He has done a lot of evil, and his death was not a pity, but his surname is Zhao, and family scandals broke out one after another. The royal family's face is almost lost."

"It doesn't matter. In the past dynasties, during the transition of the throne, how many times was it peaceful? Canonization of the crown prince is often not enough. The world will gradually be stable until the new emperor succeeds." Song Shen said bluntly.

"That's true." Rong Youtang read the folded residence newspaper, the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows slowly disappeared, and he stared at the night sky outside the window melancholy.

Song Shen turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Lord Rong, are you sorry?"

"what?"

"You are Qing Wang's iron party. You have traveled here and there all these years, done and said a lot for him, but when you are done, you are not in the capital, but in this remote place, you are busy day and night treating the affected people, disgraced Yes." Song Shen shook the jug, slightly drunk.

"I do have some regrets, but it shouldn't be the one you imagined."

Rong Youtang smiled lightly, put the residence newspaper in the drawer, and said softly: "I miss the capital very much. But sometimes I think about it, instead of assisting the new emperor, it's better to stay here to deal with the plague."

"Are you afraid of being criticized when you return to Beijing?" Song Shen asked sharply.

The night breeze is cool, sending an unknown fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing.

Feeling lost, Rong Youtang explained solemnly: "I studied the books of sages and sages hard, and my teachers only taught 'self-cultivation, self-cultivation, loyalty to the family, and loyalty to the country', never taught the art of sycophantic ministers; Your Highness has fought for more than ten years, and has made great achievements in battle, and is deeply loved by the people." Respect and love, and was entrusted with great expectations by the late emperor, and the foundation is not yet stable, how can I do, do—"

"Fun Lord?" Song Shen answered bluntly, the rebelliousness in his bones remained forever.

Rong Youtang smiled wryly: "How can the emperor act recklessly?"

"You don't want to ask for a foreign transfer again, do you? Last time I went far away in Hejian, where do you want to go this time? Northwest? South?" Song Shen went straight in and sat cross-legged.

Rong Youtang was unable to answer for a while, hesitatingly said: "I..."

"Hey! Stop it, stop it quickly!" Song Shen was agitated, and warned righteously: "I'm just joking, you must not take it seriously, please pass the memorial later, the new emperor can't blame me?"

Rong Youtang was stunned, and shook his head with a broken smile: "Sect Leader Song really looks down on people too much! Don't worry, I treat you as a friend, and I will never trap my friend in a place of injustice."

"It's not too bad." Song Shen took a sip of his wine with his neck up, serious fear: "In the past, when he was King Qing, he took special care of you. Now that he is enthroned as emperor, the ninety-five supreme ruler covers the sky with one hand. If the thunder is enraged, who will bear it?" Can you bear it? I can't bear it."

"Stop joking." Rong Youtang was listless, leaning back in the chair, staring sideways at the night sky.

Song Shen finished teasing, and lay down on his back again, secretly comforting: "Don't think about it, you have always been responsible, no matter what, he will arrange you properly."

Proper placement?

How to arrange it?He is the emperor, and he shoulders great responsibilities. How could he not marry a concubine, have children, or set up a heir?

Thinking of this, Rong Youtang's chest seemed to be blocked by a huge boulder, which was heavy and airtight, making people feel depressed and anxious, making it difficult to sleep or eat.

Song Shen didn't wait for a reply for a while, so he couldn't help worrying, he got up and went to the desk, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Rong Youtang forced a smile: "It's okay."

"...cough! I'll just chat casually, don't take it to heart, just pretend I'm drunk and talk nonsense." Song Shen patted his forehead angrily, thought for a while, and racked his brains to comfort him: "The new emperor just ascended the throne , there are a lot of things inside and out, and he must be very busy, at least when the first emperor enters the imperial tomb, he will have time to think about other things, right?"

"En." Rong Youtang smiled with a calm expression.

"The plague has probably stopped, and I will be able to return to Beijing after a few months of busy work. I have received many urgent letters, which seem to be urgent." Song Shen had nothing to say.

Rong Youtang didn't want to show fear and fragility, so he asked cooperatively: "Is His Royal Highness King Rui not feeling well again?"

"No! If he urges me, I have to go back. Hmph, instead of urging, he told me to help you to the end in peace." Song Shen groaned angrily, but there was nothing he could do. He stretched and told the truth: "Yes The dignitaries in the capital sent letters to urge them to return. Their wording was cryptic. They probably had something to do with the rebellion. Some old people were frightened and their old diseases relapsed. Who to save, is he injured somewhere?"

"Oh!"

Rong Youtang suddenly realized, and hurriedly explained: "I know, he probably wrote two letters at a time, so I received it too. His Highness the Seventh Highness himself is fine, but Brother Kai was injured. It is said that he almost died. Fortunately, he saved his life after the rescue, but he was seriously injured for a while. It won't be cured for a while, and I have to rest patiently, His Royal Highness is in a hurry, so I am writing to ask for a prescription."

"It's bullshit!"

Song Shen was rather annoyed, and sighed: "I can't see the patient, how can I ask about it? Are you making up prescriptions out of thin air? I'll talk about everything when I return to Beijing."

Rong Youtang stood up and praised sincerely: "Master Song successfully cured typhoid fever, and his superb medical skills are widely spread, and everyone admires it. After the epidemic is eliminated, you should return to Beijing first. First, heal the disease and save lives, and second, set up Luogui to send medical centers to bring Nanxuanwu's medical skills will be passed on to benefit generations to come."

"Medical clinic? It's still under consideration. However, since the head seal has been passed on to me, I must give Master an explanation. When I was young, I was greedy for money and loved the excitement, and I only cared about running the wisteria pavilion. It's time to calm down, so as not to save him from being old." Talking about me being a romantic and not doing my job properly." Song Shen muttered, and finally asked suddenly: "I'll go back to Beijing first? What about you?"

Rong Youtang's expression did not change, and he said seriously: "I am an imperial envoy, and I need to supervise the local government's handling of the follow-up of the epidemic, and let the victims live and work in peace and contentment as soon as possible. I guess I will have to stay for a while."

"……Oh."

Song Shen scratched his head, secretly sympathizing with the other party, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do to help him. He opened his mouth and finally said, "Let's see when the time comes."

In a blink of an eye, it was mid-May, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

Complying with the will, the Ministry of Rites conscientiously supervised the national funeral. After dozens of complicated etiquettes, Emperor Hong Qing mourned and sent his father's coffin into the imperial mausoleum.

In today's Qianming Palace, eunuchs and maids serve the new emperor instead.Li Deying, the former head of the inner court, was old and frail, and was severely injured by the rebels. He begged to be martyred, but after being dissuaded, he quietly committed suicide. Emperor Hong Qing was shocked and buried him in his father's majestic tomb.

After the morning court that day, Emperor Hong Qing summoned his confidants.

"I've thought about it for a long time, I wrote it last night, you should take a look first." Zhao Zeyong was calm, dressed in bright yellow uniform, his gestures were dignified and extraordinary.

The new head of the inner court was very respectful, holding the unsealed imperial decree, and presented it to the elders of the three dynasties first without ordering.

Lu Zixing, the chief assistant, was nearly ninety years old, and he took it without hesitation, squinting his eyes and looking at it suspiciously.Unexpectedly, after a cursory scan, he was shocked, and immediately turned his head to look at the Ninth Prince!He was stunned, and solemnly passed the imperial decree to his colleagues; after reading it, the elders and ministers passed it on to the princes on the opposite side.

No one said a word, each thinking deeply.

The schedule was in order, and the Seventh Prince was second to last. He was so curious that he couldn't wait to read the imperial decree. After reading it, he took a breath and turned his head suddenly:

Zhao Ze'an sat at the last table. The ten-year-old boy was growing up. After riding a horse for a while, he became hungry. He waited patiently, generously filling his hunger with the cakes in the box on the coffee table. He ate elegantly and did not make any abnormal noises.

"This this--"

Zhao Zewu frowned, handed the imperial decree to his younger brother, and urged nervously: "Xiao Jiu, hurry up and take a look!"

"Oh, okay." Zhao Ze'an had already wiped his hands with the handkerchief, took it after hearing the words, and read it silently, just once, then stood up in a "babble", looked at his brother at a loss, and asked in shock: "Emperor, The imperial brother?"

Zhao Zeyong's eyes were piercing, and he nodded clearly.

"But, why did you make me the emperor's younger brother?" Zhao Ze'an was extremely surprised.

Zhao Zeyong answered without hesitation: "Because I have no heirs."

The chief assistant couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and cupped his hands, tremblingly persuaded: "Your Majesty is in the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period. Although you are still in the filial piety of the first emperor, in order to continue the royal family's incense, you can definitely marry a concubine as soon as possible. It's all understandable."

"Exactly. Your Majesty, you have just ascended the throne, and you are so young, why, why...?"

"Li Chu is no small matter, please think twice!"

The elders and ministers of the two dynasties have weathered the storms and are extremely loyal. They all dare to speak out and give advice, but Hong Qing's brothers and sisters did not express their views.

Zhao Ze'an was very embarrassed. He handed the imperial decree to his brother with a blushing face, and said solemnly: "Brother Emperor, take it back. The elders are right. You are young, and you will have an heir in three or two years. There is no need to make a brother."

Zhao Zeyong patted the back of his younger brother's hand to signal him to calm down. He stood up, paced with his hands behind his back, and waved his hands to stop the cronies who wanted to stand up. He said in a deep voice: "Emperor Mengxian loves and trusts me deeply. I will succeed you as the emperor. We should marry wives, concubines, and have children as soon as possible. However, Dacheng has been plagued by disasters in recent years. Wars, banditry, natural disasters, plagues, etc. have rampantly caused the people of Li to suffer. As the Son of Heaven, I should reflect on myself. I learned that when I fought in the Northwest in the early years, I inevitably committed murders and harmed the fortune of the country. If I work hard in the future, govern with benevolence and love the people, and pray to the heavens with all my heart, I will surely add blessings to Dacheng and protect the country and the people!"

Everyone listened attentively, wondering in a daze: What do you say have anything to do with Mian Mian's descendants?

Zhao Zeyong had already made up his mind, and after clarifying the legitimate reasons, he made a serious analysis: "As for Li Chu, after careful consideration, I think Xiaojiu is suitable, regardless of age or character, although his ability is still lacking, as long as he works harder, he will surely Refined."

With a "plop", Zhao Ze'an knelt down, his face full of anxiety.

King Rui and the others knew it well, and Qi Qi sighed secretly, but they couldn't dissuade his resolute and stubborn elder brother, especially when he ascended the throne and became emperor.

Zhao Zeyong helped his younger brother, and said calmly and resolutely: "In my opinion, the early establishment of the crown prince is conducive to the stability of the country. All of you here are the pillars of the country. After the announcement of the establishment of the crown prince, you will all be the elder brothers and teachers. Dodging the important task of teaching."

Having said this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking in their hearts: Your Majesty is 15 years older than the Ninth Prince, so it can be said that "an older brother is like a father"; moreover, the Ninth Prince is smart, hardworking, good-natured, and healthy and strong... Examine carefully , there is nothing wrong with that.

——It was proposed by the emperor himself, and the ministers were speechless except to be amazed!

After discussing until noon, after careful consideration, they could only compromise, stood up and cupped their hands and said, "Your Majesty is magnanimous and far-sighted, I admire you."

Zhao Zeyong nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, this matter has been agreed upon."

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the hot summer of June is here.

"Hello, Mr. Rong!"

"Humble duty to meet the adults."

"Is your dinner still in the host room?"

Rong Youtang nodded as he walked, sweating profusely from the heat, he pushed open the door, and saw Song Shen with a complicated expression when he raised his eyes.

"Genius doctor, what's the matter? Today the common people sent you a lot of vegetable and fruit omelets, and you can't stop them." Rong Youtang said loudly, walked quickly to the washstand, buried his whole face in the wooden basin, and felt completely cool. a handful.

"The folks are so polite. I've repeated my orders and said that I won't accept the gift." Song Shen shook his head happily, walked to his friend with arms folded, and told him in a low voice: "The state government has sent a new residence newspaper, you should read it quickly. Your Majesty has made His Royal Highness Ninth Prince a younger brother of the Emperor!"

"Emperor——cough cough~" Rong Youtang suddenly raised his head, his dripping face was stunned, he suddenly coughed violently, he hurried to the desk, picked up the open mansion newspaper and looked at it carefully, his fingertips trembling, he couldn't believe it He murmured: "Your Majesty...doesn't make a prince but a younger brother? He, he really..."

"What a man!"

"However, Your Highness Ninth Prince is only in his teens. Let me say something disrespectful in private. He is almost equivalent to His Majesty's son. He is also upright and progressive, and worthy of cultivation." Song Shen was extremely convinced, and praised again and again, and then remembered to tell: " Hey, a pigeon flew in this afternoon, I put the mailbox in the drawer, but I didn’t take it apart.”

"Of course I believe you."

Rong Youtang was in a state of turmoil, held his breath and opened the letter, only to see King Qing's vigorous and familiar handwriting came into view, and the letter read:

The plums are about to ripen, the old wine is exhausted, and the new wine is still on the tip. After the wind and rain, Aiqing can return slowly.