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King Wu's uncle, Xihou, was always slow in doing things, but when the king sent an edict to punish the general Hussars, Xihou went uncharacteristically and quickly summoned Huben to guard the border of the fief.

"Father, did you summon Huben to arrest the general?" The fat prince was gnawing on a chicken leg.

"No, Father Marquis summoned Huben to prevent turmoil." It was a consensus in the fief that Xihou's son was not smart, but Xihou still refused to give up and gave up on training his son.

"Anti-turmoil?" Shizi's teeth stopped chewing on the chicken leg, he tilted his head, unable to understand.

"Ah..." Xihou looked at his bewildered son, and couldn't help but sighed heavily. He was old, and he didn't know how long he could take care of his only legitimate son, and he didn't know whether the cronies he cultivated would remain loyal to his son after his death.

"Father, don't be sad. Sheng left the biggest chicken leg for Father." Seeing his father sighing again, Shizi Sheng quickly held the big chicken leg in the bronze basin in his hand, and carefully handed it to Xihou.

Xihou looked at the chicken thigh, then at his expectant son, took the chicken thigh and put it on the plate in front of him, and began to explain to his son the reason for his actions.Although Shi Zisheng has a dull head, he is very filial. He listens to whatever Xihou says. He always keeps the best food aside when he eats to honor his father.Every time Shi Zisheng did this, Xihou felt sore in his heart, secretly hated that God was too kind to their father and son, and gave his son filial piety, but did not give him IQ.

"The General Hussars is loyal to the Wu Kingdom. Unless he encounters the disaster of extermination, he will not betray the King, and the King will not dispose of the Generals Hussars easily. To deal with the Generals Hussars, you have to deal with half of the royal court." Doing so will shake the foundation of the state of Wu. So this edict of guilt seems very strange, and my father guessed that something big must have happened in the royal capital."

Xihou patiently explained to his son, but Shi Zisheng relaxed after seeing his father no longer entangled and sighed, and continued to concentrate on eating his chicken leg. He only understood Xihou's explanation, and something important happened to the king. He couldn't figure out what was the big deal, but with his father around, he would solve everything for him.

After Xihou talked about it, he didn't analyze it with his son, but he said to himself: "Is that Yiji? This woman finally made a move? Has the king been controlled by this woman?"

"My lord! My lord! The king has come to serve, and I want my lord to go and listen to the edict." Wen Zai, the Marquis of the West, hurried in to report.

"How many people are here?" Xihou's heart twisted.

"Five tigers and one yellow."

"Oh, then take it to the front hall, Benhou and Shizi will wait."

Xihou was not surprised by the death of King Wu, but he still looked very surprised and sad when he received the imperial edict.

"The king and the queen mother hope that Xihou will go to the capital to mourn the late king." The waiter treated Xihou very warmly, and when he left the capital, Yi Ji told him a lot, asking the waiter to let Xihou leave quickly, Xihou Among the royal families of Wu, the seniority is the highest, and if Xihou takes the lead in admitting, other royal families will follow suit.

"My lord! My lord!" Xihou ignored the waiter's urging, but just sat down on the ground, beating his chest and stamping his feet. Shi Zisheng, who was next to him, saw his father was sad, and cried loudly.For a while, only the father and son were crying one after another in the hall.

"This Huangyi, Xihou is too sad to hear the bad news. Can you wait until tomorrow to discuss the matter of going to the capital to mourn the king?" Wenzai quickly discussed with the waiter after receiving Xihou's hint.

"Is that so?" The waiter looked at the father and son Xihou who were hugging each other and weeping silently. At this time, they could not persuade the father and son not to be sad because of the death of King Wu, so they had to agree with Wen Zai's suggestion and wait until the next day to come to talk to Xihou. Hou discussed the itinerary.

The waiter became anxious the next day, because Xihou was overwhelmed with grief and fell ill in bed. Shi Zisheng cried so much that his eyes were red and swollen, his throat was hoarse and he couldn't speak. Obviously, both father and son were not suitable to go on the road immediately.The waiter waited for three days in Xihou's fiefdom, but found that Xihou's health had not improved at all, so he had to take Huben back to the king's capital to return to his order, and told Xihou to leave as soon as he recovered.

As soon as the attendant from the royal capital Chuanzhao left, Xihou immediately got up from the couch.

"Father is in good health, can you go to the capital?" Shi Zisheng clapped his hands and cheered, but his throat was hoarse, and the cheers were too like ducks calling.

"Silly son, we can't go to the royal capital. The fourth son Yong can't be convinced by the people, and the throne can't be imprisoned. There is still the second son Ulsan in the southwest." Xihou touched Shizi Sheng lovingly, and this middle-aged man got Although his son is dull, he has a clear view of his filial piety.

"Then go to Ulsan?" Shi Zisheng smirked, his father's good is his good.

"No, we're not going anywhere. Anyway, it's too late to do anything for my father. It's not too late to make a statement until the situation is clear." I haven't dared to eat enough for the past few days, for fear that my face will be too rosy to reveal my stuffing.

When the call for rebellion drafted by Wang Jie arrived, Xihou felt even more that the muddy water could not be waded, and he had to wait for the muddy water to clear before he could act. In order to find out the situation, Xihou sent many spies to the capital and Ulsan to investigate. information.

In the northern part of the Wu Kingdom, when Bei Hou received the news of the death of King Wu, he was not as sad as Xi Hou, but laughed heartily.

"Haha, it's good to die! Let you miss Benhou's steed!"

"My lord, do we want to leave for the capital?" Beihou's Sheren was afraid that his lord would be so happy that he would forget about his business.

"Slow down, the youngest fourth son, Yong Wang, will inherit the patriarchal position regardless of his elders and children. There must be people who oppose it. If there are too many people who oppose it, Concubine Yi will have to ask Ben Hou for help. At that time, Ben Hou will ask the royal court to transfer the tribute from the fief. Forget it." Beihou is now complacent.

"My lord is wise." Beihou's Sheren flattered the lord.

Four days later, Ulsan's call for crusade arrived. After reading the call to arms, Bei Hou suddenly had another idea in his mind.

"Yiji has committed a lot of crimes. The son Yong will not sit on the throne for long. The second son Guang has died of poisoning. The royal court has no crown prince at all. It is reasonable to re-elect an heir from the side of the royal family." Beihou convened the nobles of the fief to discuss .

"My lord, didn't the proclamation say that there is a son Ming?" Sheren quickly reminded the lord.

"Hmph! Young Master died 11 years ago, this Young Master must be an impostor." Beihou said contemptuously, he would not admit to this sudden appearance of Young Master.

One of Beihou's confidants rolled his eyes and understood his lord's intentions a little bit.

"Concubine Yi's mother and son have committed heinous crimes, and son Yong is no longer qualified to sit on the throne. The heir to the throne of the royal court should be selected from the side branch!"

Beihou glanced at his confidant, secretly approving.

"That's right, the heir to the throne should be selected from the side branches!" The feudal nobles suddenly realized that if they choose the heir to the throne from the side branches, according to the patriarchal system of elder and younger succession, Xihou is the No. First, his only heir is a fool. The nobles of the Wu Kingdom are definitely not happy that the future leader of the Wu Kingdom is not smart, so the qualification of the first heir of the Xihou is not suitable, and the qualification of the heir will fall to the head of the Beihou. Beihou has several clever sons.

Seeing that the nobles under him had understood what he meant, Beihou couldn't help but stroked his beard and smiled.

"The current situation in the Wu Kingdom seems to be divided into two camps. My lord can now accumulate strength, stand still and let Yiji and Ulsan fight to the death. When both losers, the lord will raise the orthodox banner to attack. This will be a big deal!" A counselor came up offer advice before.

Another counselor also stepped forward to suggest: "Even if you can't ascend to the throne, the lord can take the opportunity to form a country of his own, and the land will be rich. If you want to form a country by yourself, you don't need to pay tribute to the king's capital, and the lord can be more at ease."

Bei Hou heard the advice of the second counselor, although he was displeased, but when he has no ability to take all the two fighting families, this suggestion is a good strategy. I believe that Yi Ji and Ulsan will fight to the end, and when one side wins, they will already have great strength Injury, there will be no power to interfere with his independence here.

After the burial of King Wu, Yi Ji took off her filial piety and put on the coveted black queen mother's crown dress. The son Yong was only 13 years old and could not take charge of the government. Of course, the queen mother decided on state affairs.

"Why didn't the Taifu come?" Yi Ji sat on a high wooden platform, and next to her was Young Master Yong wearing a nine-prong crown.

"Reporting to the Queen Mother, the Taifu is not feeling well and is recuperating in the mansion." A waiter who knew the matter hurried forward to report.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Yi Ji lowered her eyes. Ever since the crusade was posted all over the capital, the Taifu and some ministers in the royal court began to feel ill.

Because Yi Ji thought that the young master would die from poisoning, the fiefdom of Ulsan without its owner would automatically be disposed of by King Wu. She was very confident about Ulsan, so she didn't guard against Dacheng. She didn't expect that the young master planted an imposter for him before he died. The enemy even persuaded Wang Jie, a famous scholar, to help draft an appeal against her. These identically copied appeals were posted all over the streets and alleys overnight in the heavily guarded capital. When Yi Ji found out and ordered someone to collect and tear them up, But half of them were hidden by the people of the royal capital.

Yi Ji destroyed many nobles on the night of chaos. After dawn the next day, Wangcheng Street was stained red with blood, and corpses were everywhere. The Taifu and many neutral ministers were very critical. But they dare not make a big search and arrest, for fear of arousing the resentment of the neutral faction.

However, after reading the confiscated document, Yi Ji's first thought was to drag the dead young master Guang out of the coffin, and poison her a thousand times to get rid of her hatred.

"Your Majesty! Empress Dowager! The Ulsan nobles took advantage of the death of Young Master Kwang without a master, and set up a fake son to plot rebellion and spread rumors to confuse the public. Please send troops to attack the King and Queen Mother!" Dr. Jiang stepped forward to plead for orders.

Yi Ji nodded, then looked around at the other ministers of the royal court: "What do you think?"

"What Dr. Zuo said is very true. We should quickly send troops to fight against the rebels." Dr. Jiang's cronies stepped forward to post words one after another.

"Does Wen Zai have any other ideas?" Yiji saw that the newly appointed Wen Zai seemed to have different opinions. This Wen Zai was originally a neutral faction. After the son Yong succeeded to the throne, Yi Ji appointed him as Wen Zai. The power of a doctor cannot rule a country, Yi Ji needs the support of other big families.

"Weichen thinks that we should find out the identity of Director Zheng first, if Director Zheng is really a son of Ming"

"Young Master Ming is dead! He died 11 years ago! My concubine saw Young Master Ming lying on the ground and die!" Before Wen Zai finished speaking, Yi Ji screamed.

Yi Ji's scream startled the ministers in the royal court, and Young Master Yong, who was sitting beside Yi Ji, even trembled from shock.

"Wuuu, my concubine saw Sister Wei weeping bitterly while hugging Young Master Ming who had fallen ill and died, and even the King of Wu refused to hug Young Master Ming." Yi Ji realized that she had lost her composure, and quickly covered her face with her sleeve to pretend to be sad.

"Poor Sister Wei also passed away because of excessive grief. Now there is a villain with ulterior motives who uses Young Master Ming to rebel against the royal court and bring chaos to Wu. If Sister Wei knows, she will be so angry that she will find the traitor and thief from the coffin. "

After Yi Ji cried, Wen Zai retreated to the side and remained silent. Dr. Jiang and the party members stepped forward to plead for orders, asking to lead troops to attack the imposter Zheng Yuming.

In the end, the royal court negotiated, and Xi Sima led [-] soldiers to Ulsan in the southwest to suppress the rebellion.