Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"I'll see who dares—"

Following the eighth prince's cold shout, hundreds of armored guards with red cloth strips on their heads rushed out of the side hall, and together with the guards standing on the main hall, they surrounded all the civil and military officials in the hall. Reality.

The men in black subconsciously stopped their movements.

"Hahaha!" The eighth prince laughed presumptuously, and when he had had enough, he looked at Emperor Guangde coldly: "Father, do you think it is your people who are fast, or those who are under my command? Even if you If you want to kill me again, you have to think about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty and my good fifth brother, right?"

"You, you——" Emperor Guangde panted heavily, his eyes widened, his face flushed, he pointed at the Eighth Prince, trembling all over.

The eighth prince didn't take it seriously, he stretched out his hand, and Tao An, who was standing by the side, immediately presented a blank imperial edict respectfully.

He threw the imperial decree on the imperial case, and said: "It's useless to talk nonsense, father, the matter has come to this point, I give you two choices, or you take the initiative to abdicate to me..."

A red light flashed in his eyes, and he said word by word: "Or, after I have slaughtered all the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty, I will get it myself."

Emperor Guangde's face was ashen.

Should it be said that raising or not teaching is the fault of the father, or should it be said that hunting geese every day will eventually be pecked by geese!

Just as he was speaking, the sound of fighting outside the palace gradually weakened, replaced by waves of orderly and powerful footsteps.

Of course, Emperor Guangde knew what this meant. He took a deep breath, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and tried to delay the time. He asked, "Since when did you have such an idea?"

He asked cryptically, after all, no matter what, father and son murdered each other, if it got out, it would be a scandal.

But the Eighth Prince understood. He laughed at himself, and his face became colder again: "Not far away, it happened in 22 years. That year, there was a severe drought in Qingzhou, and the refugees rioted. For the first time in my life, I tasted the wealth and life. The feeling of being dominated by others, the fear, fear, fear...From that moment on, I swore that no matter what in my life, I would ascend to this supreme position and stand above tens of thousands of people."

Emperor Guangde closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes, he opened them again, and said: "Over the years, I have treated you well."

How can I say that the eighth prince was his favorite young son, otherwise he would not have supported the eighth prince to take the throne after the eldest prince's downfall. Once upon a time, he also had the idea of ​​making the eighth prince his heir after a hundred years.

"That's true." The eighth prince smiled as if he didn't smile: "But you absolutely shouldn't, and you chose Gu Shi'an. Have you ever thought about what will happen to me if you do this?"

Of those who have failed in seizing the heirloom all the time, there are a few who can escape unscathed!

All he knew was that he blamed others without self-examination. Emperor Guangde was completely disappointed in him. After a while, he recovered his breath and continued, "I'll ask you again, when did you collude with Gan Zhengfu?" .”

Gan Zhengfu was the closed disciple of the previous Hubu Shangshu, and the previous Hubu Shangshu was his confidant, so Emperor Guangde always thought that the Hubu was firmly in his hands.

All of a sudden, the eyes of all the officials looked at Gan Zhengfu, Gan Zhengfu was calm and composed, ignoring these eyes of resentment and disgust as nothing.

"It happened a few years ago. The Zhang family in my backyard is Lord Gan's illegitimate daughter." Xu Shi was too confident, or broke the jar, the eighth prince had no scruples, and even asked one to give one away: " And Tao Neixiang, who was trusted by you, sold you for 30 taels of silver."

When he said this, his expression of contempt was naturally directed at Tao An.

He looked down on two kinds of people the most in his life, one was the eunuch who bullied the weak and feared the hard, and the other was the slave who betrayed the master, but Tao An got involved in both.

When the major event is over, the first person he will get rid of is Tao An.

The Eighth Prince's eyes sank, it was only because he knew too much.

Tao An's face remained unchanged, as if he was unknown.

The eighth prince finally said: "Father, you really failed as an emperor."

Emperor Guangde looked at him with a dazed expression on his face, and murmured: "If you can put all these thoughts into government affairs, why don't you have the last laugh."

The Eighth Prince sneered: "But now, isn't it me who has the last laugh?"

Emperor Guangde didn't speak, but just looked in the direction of the palace gate in a daze.

The Eighth Prince's heart skipped a beat, and then followed Emperor Guangde's line of sight.

At this moment, the door of the palace was slammed open, and what rushed in was not the imperial guards he had expected, but a group of soldiers dressed in strange clothes. The officer at the head knelt on one knee: "The last general Cao Changtu, save me!" Please forgive me for being late."

The next sentence is: "Long live Qi, all the enemies who invaded have been killed."

The eighth prince's expression froze.

Gan Zhengfu blurted out: "How is it possible?"

That's nearly 5000 people in the elite "Twelve Regiment Battalion" of the Imperial Guard!

Could it be that the party of eight princes was struck by lightning.

Breathing stopped for a moment, but it was only for a moment. The Eighth Prince, who understood his situation, made a decisive decision and decided to break the boat. He ordered: "Do it——"

Then he reached out to catch Emperor Guangde, with the idea of ​​holding Emperor Guangde hostage.

But he didn't expect that at the next moment, accompanied by the sound of a sword being unsheathed, a cold thing stuck to his neck.

The Eighth Prince's pupils tightened, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

A familiar voice came from next to my ear: "Eighth brother, I have a sentence that I have to return to you. If I am not fully prepared, would I dare to do it?"

The eighth prince turned his neck with difficulty and looked around. Not only the armored guards with red cloth strips tied on their heads, but also the guards standing on the main hall, they all remained motionless as if they had not heard his order.

At this moment, how could he not know that he was played by Meng Zezhi.

I only heard Meng Zezhi say: "Your performance is over, it's my turn."

"It's over, it's over..."

Gan Zhengfu came back to his senses, muttered to himself, and then as if he had made up his mind, he was so hard-hearted that he raised his foot and was about to bump into a pillar not far away.

Then he was firmly pressed to the ground by the quick-eyed Zhijinwei.

"Destroy the Nine Clans..." Seeing that he couldn't struggle, Gan Zhengfu closed his eyes and burst into tears.

Emperor Guangde's tense nerves finally relaxed. He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in now, grief, relief, peace of mind...

With a wow, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body crookedly fell backwards.

"Father!"

"Long live!"

In Qianqing Palace, Emperor Guangde was lying on the bed, Meng Zezhi was kneeling in front of the bed, and all the important ministers and princes were kneeling at the head. What could be heard were the cries of the concubines in the side hall.

The old doctor withdrew his hand on Emperor Guangde's wrist, shook his head at Meng Zezhi, then bowed and retreated.

Emperor Guangde stared blankly at the top of the bed with eyes like wax balls.

The Eighth Prince was right, what he, the emperor, did indeed fail.

In the early years, he was chased away by the Tatars, and his majesty was swept away.In his later years, his confidants betrayed him, his son turned against him, and it seemed that he was about to end well.

He is sorry for the ancestors who worked so hard to build this foundation, the four elder brothers who died in battle, and even more sorry for the people in this world.

He said in a weak voice, "Prince—"

"Father." Meng Zezhi moved two steps forward on his knees with red eyes.

Even if a eunuch shouted: "Quiet."

The crying in the side hall disappeared instantly.

Emperor Guangde grabbed Meng Zezhi's hand and said in a trembling voice: "After I die, you will be the heir to the throne. The funeral ceremony will still be made, and the day will change with the month. The clothes will be released on the 27th. Folk music is not forbidden for marriage. Hope, hope." You are self-cultivating and diligent, and you are close to the virtuous and accept advice."

"My son obeys the order." Meng Zezhi burst into tears instantly.

Emperor Guangde panted heavily, and continued: "King Rui, King Hui, and King Zhao each chose a good place, and Ling Zao made him a vassal."

These three kings were not involved in the battle for the throne, so they were preserved.

"The king of Xiang (the first prince) and the king of Chu (the second prince) were demoted to common people, and they were never allowed to enter Beijing."

These two kings are now imprisoned in their respective mansions. The former colluded with the Tatars and killed Zhongliang, while the latter fabricated the imperial examination fraud case and was the chief culprit of the Yellow River breach in Henan.

"As for King Tang (eighth prince)," Guangde Emperor stared at the boss, and tightened his fingers weakly: "Kill——"

Meng Ze knew how could he not understand what he meant, he choked up and said, "I know."

"Okay, okay..." Emperor Guangde closed his eyes contentedly, and his voice became lower and lower.

No matter how failed he, the emperor, is, fortunately, he still has an excellent successor. In this way, Emperor Taizu will not blame him on Huangquan Road in the future!

Seeing helplessly that the palm on his hand slipped down feebly, Meng Zezhi cried out in pain, "Father!"

Civil and military officials cried out in pain: "Long live!"

……

In the Jiaotai Palace, listening to the eunuch's message, Xiao's movement of fiddled with the Buddhist beads froze, and her tense spine instantly relaxed. She opened her eyes, and tears filled her eyes.

Finally, the day has come.

All the wives ordered to ignore the fear of the people below, all rushed towards Xiao Shi, their hearts were sour, but they had no choice but to congratulate: "Congratulations to Mrs. Song Guogong..."

This person is different from person to person. If he was lucky, he was married to a mud leg, and in the end he just became the Duke of the state.The cheap son who was raised casually became the emperor in a blink of an eye.

In the afternoon of that day, the bells of Fengtian Hall continued to ring, announcing the death of Emperor Daxing.

Then, Meng Zezhi became a spinning top.

On the sixth day of June, it was announced that the emperor of Daxing would control the guest of honor, and the edict of the emperor of Daxing would be passed on.After three requests and three resignations, Meng Ze knew that he was the heir to the throne in the coffin of Emperor Daxing, and the capital was under martial law.

On the eighth day of the eighth day, the imperial edict of Daxing Emperor was promulgated.

On the tenth day of the lunar month, officials were sent to offer sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven, Taimiao, and Sheji Altar, and issued an obituary to the subordinate countries, and the nine gates of the capital were opened.

On the twelfth day, the emperor of Daxing was buried in a big funeral. In front of the Qingning Palace, honorable officials and officials of the third rank or above set up several cases to burn incense, kneel and drink, and mourn.Officials below the third rank and their wives all gathered outside the gate of the Qing Dynasty to mourn in order.The bells of various temples and Guanyin ring [-] times.

The next day, the Daxing Emperor's Zi Palace was enshrined in the Chongzheng Hall, and the princes and officials were dressed in plain clothes and cried for three days.

From the fourth day onwards, all the princes and officials will fast and sleep for 27 days. After this day, they will cry once a day, and the soldiers and civilians will wear mourning clothes.

On the thirteenth day of the seventh month, the Zi Palace of Emperor Daxing moved to the Shouhuang Hall in Jingshan to prepare for the funeral.

On the [-]th, Emperor Daxing's Zi Palace was buried in Zhaoling, and the temple was named Taizong Yang, posthumously named Emperor Minhuiwu.

When a country is in trouble, it is called Min; when it loves the people, it is called Hui;

On the 26th, Meng Zezhi held a grand enthronement ceremony in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and changed his year name to 'Ningwu'.