My Senior Brother is Too Steady

"Sir, a guard in the palace has sent an order for you to enter the palace immediately."

Outside the study, the old housekeeper's voice sounded a bit tired and frightened. This old man, who had been working in the Grand Historian's Mansion for more than ten years, clearly noticed that tonight was unusual.

The study door opened, and Li Changshou walked out slowly.

This paper Taoist is dressed in a dark red robe, with long pale hair tied up in a crane crown. He is still as energetic, as calm and energetic as when he first moved here many years ago.

Li Changshou took out a letter from his sleeve, handed it to the old housekeeper, and said with a smile:

"After I go to the palace tonight, you lock the door and tell the guards in the palace not to go out at will. If anyone comes to ask you, just say that I have gone to the palace.

When everything is safe tomorrow, you can open this letter. It contains the method of opening the cabinet in my study. You can share the money in it with the people in the house.

It can be regarded as a fate between you and me. "

The old housekeeper's hand holding the envelope was trembling a little, "Sir, what are you... There are rumors in the city now. It has been said in the past few days that the king is seriously ill. Don't, don't let anything happen to you!"

"It's not that something happened, but it's time to leave." Li Changshou raised his hand and patted the old housekeeper on the shoulder, "Don't think too much."

After saying that, a wisp of smoke came out from Li Changshou's feet, he slowly lifted himself half a foot up, turned around and appeared directly in the deserted front yard, and walked towards the entrance hall unhurriedly.

The housekeeper opened his mouth, but just bowed his head and knelt down in front of the back of Taoist Li Changshou, leaving a soft sigh in the night, as if he was grateful for his care over the years.

When Li Changshou came out of the mansion, a large group of soldiers swarmed up and surrounded the mansion. A middle-aged general clasped his fists forward, bowed his head, and shouted loudly:

"Sir, Dazai asks you to enter the palace immediately. The general has prepared a carriage for you."

"It's not a bullock cart?" Li Changshou frowned and said in an old-fashioned way: "I don't know if my old arms and legs can withstand the bumps."

The general smiled awkwardly and whispered: "The situation is urgent, please be accommodating. If I offend you, I will behead the driver!"

The two guards who were leading the carriage could not help but tremble.

"No, not really."

Li Changshou waved his hand and stepped onto the carriage with a vigorous stride, making the group of soldiers next to him stare blankly.

If this were the hometown of Li Changshou and Blue Star, the group of young people next to him would probably all praise him:

[Fuck, this old man, ouch, shit...]

There is only one thing that can be said in the secular world of Nanzhou: This old man has a really strong body and bones.

The shafts of the carriage turned gurglingly, and Li Changshou was swaying in the carriage as he galloped towards the palace.

At the same time, outside the residences of the ministers around the Grand Palace, oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages rushed to the palace under the protection of soldiers and guards.

In the past few days, there was a rumbling sound in Chaoge City.

Lao Wang's health was deteriorating and he was almost out of fuel; the three princes were waiting in the palace, and the government was temporarily in charge of the government.

At this time, Dazai summoned all the ministers late at night for just one thing.

Wang is no longer alive.

However, Li Changshou knew that Emperor Yi had died two hours ago. There was a blue dragon manifesting the emperor's destiny in the sky above Chaoge City, and then dispersed on its own.

At this time, when observing Chaoge City using the method of looking at the Qi, one can see the steaming clouds above Chaoge City, and a piece of purple-red clouds and mist are constantly billowing.

That is the fate of the Human Emperor who has not yet been reunited, which means that the position of the Human Emperor is pending at this time.

Although Zi Shou is the heir, something must have happened in the palace, otherwise it would not have been delayed for two hours.

The world, the throne, greed, selfishness...

This night is really suitable for Senior Brother Yuding to come here to enlighten himself.

Not long after...

"Master Da Shi, we have arrived."

"Yes," Li Changshou responded, opened the car curtain, and was helped off the frame by Bingwei.

All around, there were carriages and horses parked in random directions. One by one, old ministers were helped down one after another and hurried to the king's palace.

Those hurried footsteps were like rain sweeping over the plantains, or like the surging of a defeated army.

Li Changshou mingled among the veterans, and people kept coming over to say something, but he stopped them with gestures.

Soon, these ministers arrived in front of the palace.

Hundreds of civil servants and generals have gathered here, but there are very few who are qualified to enter.

"Master Da Shi!"

An old minister shouted loudly, and the ministers surrounding him tried to make way. Li Changshou walked forward quickly, frowning and entering the ajar palace door.

A strong medicinal smell hit his face.

There was some darkness in the palace, as if to deliberately highlight the depressing atmosphere at this time.

Walking forward, more than a dozen civil and military ministers from the court gathered in front of the bed in the middle of the hall. Li Changshou took a closer look and saw that they were all people who were on the list of gods and had secretly marked them in his notebook.

Bigan, who is in the prime of life, has an exquisite heart, and is in charge of the punishment of great merchants.

Du Yuanxian, the Minister of Tianjian, studied astronomy and stars, knew the changes in solar terms, and determined the months for farming in Dashang every year.

Uncle Mei, please advise the doctor on how to get angry with the king.

Shang Rong, Wai Yin, was originally the minister in charge of internal affairs, and was in charge of internal and external affairs with Da Zai. However, due to the taboo of Lord Shang, his duties were only empty at this time.

There is also Wen Zhong, who is showing signs of old age, and the prince's young master, assisting the prince...

etc.

Li Changshou made secret calculations, but found that Huang Feihu, who was qualified to enter, was not in the palace at the moment.

In front of these ministers were the three princes kneeling beside the bed, each bowing his head and saying nothing.

Zi Shou is the eldest son, kneeling at the front. Behind him are the two middle-aged scribes, his eldest and second brothers, Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan.

Li Changshou's footsteps attracted everyone's attention. Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan both cast friendly glances at him.

Only Zi Shou knelt down in front of the bed, not moving at all.

The white-haired Dazai came quickly and said in a low voice: "Da Shi, you are finally here. The king has ascended to immortality and left. Please write down the historical words and pass them on to future generations."

Li Changshou coughed weakly and took out a piece of gorgeous cloth from his sleeve.

"It's written."

"Write!" Dazai glared at Li Changshou, and several veterans looked over with frowns.

Li Changshou whispered: "It's foolproof and you're prepared."

The Dazai opened the cloth, leaned against the lampstand, read it carefully, and then nodded slowly.

"In that case, I will go and announce to the ministers that the king will be promoted to immortality, and also ask the three princes not to forget to perform the ceremony."

After saying this, the chief minister held the cloth, ordered the palace servants to open the palace door, and shouted loudly with a unique emphasis:

"King! Collapse!"

All the ministers outside the hall fell silent, and the man beside the bed choked with sobs and shouted:

"Father!"

Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan shouted in unison, Bigan bowed his head and shed tears, all the ministers bowed and sobbed, and the female family members cried bitterly from the corner of the hall.

The sound of crying spread from the king's palace to everywhere, and soon the palace was filled with sobbing sounds.

This is a courtesy and must be respected. If you don't cry, you will be punished.

An hour later, the crying stopped.

Dazai shouted loudly and ordered the female priest to pray and recite sutras. This process would last for a day and a night.

Then, Dazai said:

"Please also invite the three princes and ministers to move to the royal palace.

Shang cannot live without a king for a day. The king's final decree is already in the hands of the old ministers, and everyone has just witnessed it with your own eyes.

Everything is based on this purpose! "

Li Changshou couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

Di Yi died two hours ago when he came here, and this decree came one and a half hours ago when he came here.

At that time, Emperor Yi seemed to be having a flashback, but it was actually just some magic tricks.

The rule set by the Heavenly Court was not to touch the Human Emperor, but when Emperor Yi died, the Human Emperor's fate had collapsed and he was nothing more than a corpse.

This trick may seem superficial, but it is quite useful.

The three princes stood up, bowed their heads and retreated, heading out of the palace without saying a word, followed by the senior ministers.

Wen Zhong took the opportunity to come to Li Changshou's side. He hesitated for a while, but in the end he just sighed softly and said nothing more.

Soon, the courtiers who were still crying just now receded like the tide, and only a few female priests were left in the entire hall and began to jump around, looking quite lonely.

From generation to generation, emperors and ministers, people take tea to cool down, nothing more than this.

Half an hour later, in the King's Palace.

In front of the empty throne, Dazai slowly unfolded the cloth in his hand, and the somewhat breathless reading sound began to float back and forth in the hall.

The three princes below are standing in a posture, with Zi Shou in front, bowing his head to listen to the announcement.

Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan stood at the back, looking at each other with a meaningful smile on their lips.

Just listen to Dazai say:

“In my entire life, I have conquered foreign countries, expanded my country’s territory, captured millions of enemies, and promoted the power of my ancestors, but I have achieved nothing but faults.

Today, the great merchants are faced with difficult internal and external troubles.

I think carefully, but I still feel that my son is too young and too sharp. If the throne is passed to another hand, I am afraid that there will be insufficient energy and the country will fall apart.

Zi Qi is the eldest son. He is academically motivated and humble in his treatment of others. He can be entrusted with the throne. "

Dazai paused and looked down at the three princes below.

You could hear needles dropping in the hall, and there was an unspeakable sense of oppression that made many civil servants and generals hold their breath.

Dazai said in a deep voice: "Prince Zishou, do you have any objections?"

Zi Shou remained silent, but straightened his back and closed his eyes.

Wei Ziqi frowned slightly, but Wei Zhongyan sighed and said slowly: "I didn't expect that my father would change his mind at the last moment.

Compared to me and Zishou, brother Ziqi is indeed more calm and has the demeanor of a king. "

At this moment, a burly general stepped out from the general array and said loudly:

"I dare to ask Dazai! When was this decree of the king made? Why hasn't the general heard about it?"

Another military commander said: "Is this decree really written by the king? Before today, the king was full of praise for Prince Shou. Why did he suddenly change the choice of heir?"

"General Lu Xiong!"

Some civil servants angrily shouted: "Are you teaching the king how to do things?!"

The general named Lu Xiong scolded: "I will always be loyal to your Majesty, as can be seen from the sun and the moon! It's just that this matter is really fishy, ​​and we must ask and find out!"

"General Lu Xiong," the great commander sighed, "when the king was dying, he ordered us to open the secret box beside his pillow and took out this decree.

Five of the six ministers had seen this matter, and the two uncles also saw it with their own eyes. "

Bigan, the leader of the civil servants, nodded slowly, and Xu Yu, who was beside the ministers and had no specific position, also nodded slowly.

Most of the generals frowned in confusion, but half of the civil servants had a faint smile in their eyes.

Li Changshou watched quietly from the side. He actually wanted to know how Zishou would ascend to the throne and whether he would reveal his cruel and unkind side tonight.

Quite looking forward to it.

"Third brother."

Wei Zikai opened his mouth and called out, sighing: "Don't be sad about this. This throne should be shared between you and me."

Zi Shou was completely silent and stood there quietly, but there was an indescribable majesty in his back.

This is not the coercion generated by the cultivation realm, but pure majesty.

Like mountains, like the sky, like the blue waves of the sea!

"Third brother," Wei Zhongyan took half a step forward and said seriously: "Before the ministers, please don't embarrass your eldest brother. I know that you don't want to give up the throne, but this is also the will of the father..."

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Zi Shou murmured in a low voice, which made Wei Zhongyan a little puzzled.

Wei Zhongyan was about to continue speaking, but Zi Shou said calmly: "All ministers retreat, those who do not retreat will be killed."

"this……"

"Prince, how do you give orders?"

"We are ministers appointed by the late king, why can't we be here?"

Clang!

Clang!

In the formation of military generals, a large number of generals actually pulled out daggers from their leg armors and held the swords towards the civil servants beside them, with murderous intent.

The ministers quickly retreated, and Zishou said again: "Everyone who was at my father's bedside stayed here."

The little boy raised his arms and shouted:

"Wait! You are going to rebel!"

The generals did not answer, but drove the civil servants away, and left the hall together with the civil servants, closing the door tightly.

Bang!

Wei Ziqi's face turned red and he turned around to glare at Zi Shou.

"Zi Shou! Don't you even respect your father's will?!"

Zi Shou had turned around at this moment, staring at his brother with some cold eyes, making the latter subconsciously take a half step back, and his exquisite robes were wrinkled.

“Whether that is Father’s will or not, you and I know very well.

I have always respected you as my brother, but you actually used my father’s body to make such a plot!

Do you really know that I don’t know the magic of that foreigner? "

The Dazai said hurriedly: "Third Prince..."

"Shut up!"

Zi Shou turned his head and glared. There happened to be thunder shining outside the palace, which frightened the Dazai so much that he raised his hands to cover his chest and almost fainted.

At this time, there was a sound of scraping armor from outside the palace, as if a large number of soldiers were swarming in.

The Wei Ziqi suddenly became more confident, held his head high, and felt his fingers:

"Third brother, don't hold on to your own bravery, otherwise you can scare my brother and all the ministers! In Chaoge City, you can't make the decision tonight!"

"Yeah?"

Zi Shou curled his lips, walked towards the throne on the high platform, turned around on the steps, and sat in the middle of the steps, minding his own business, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

"Brother...brother, for so many years, you seem to have never discovered one thing.

When I was young, you and your in-laws used various means to target me, including poisoning, assassination, and accidents. Did I ever risk my life? "

Wei Ziqi's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Brother doesn't know about this."

Zi Shou leaned back, resting his elbows on the steps, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.

He said slowly:

"For tonight, you spent three years secretly subduing the commander of the city guard and the twelve generals of the palace guard. To do this, you made a lot of ugly appearances and made bigger and bigger promises.

If you become king tonight, you will have more than ten kingdoms.

Brother, have you ever thought about the shortcomings of our Shang country? "

Wei Ziqi said calmly: "The shortcomings of the Shang country lie in the slaves and the marquis."

“I used to think so, but not anymore.

The shortcoming of the Shang Kingdom is that you, me, and my father are all standing on this iceberg, but we want to melt the iceberg into living water. The first ones to fall are you and me. "

Zishou raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I used to think that I was the only one who could see the pain of our Shang Kingdom.

It wasn't until I had a conversation with Da Shiye that I realized that I was not the smartest prince in the past.

Everyone can see these diseases, and there must be many people who want to innovate, but in the end they only end up with a broken head.

Why?

There were eight hundred princes in Shang Dynasty. However, Shang Dynasty was the largest princes. When the great Shang Dynasty got old and weakened, there would always be ambitious people to stand up.

The real drawback of business is...

King, not king enough. "

Rumble——

Thunder flashed outside the palace, and then heavy rain poured down.

Along with the thunder, a killing cry suddenly came from the direction of the palace gate.

Wei Ziqi's expression changed, and he walked quickly towards the palace gate for a dozen steps, but immediately stopped, turned around and glared at Zi Shou on the steps.

"Third brother, what have you done!"

"Clean out the rebels."

Zi Shou answered calmly, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "You only know how to plot and want to hold Fei Hu back, but you don't know that Fei Hu has made preparations in advance and secretly built a tunnel from the city gate to the palace gate.

Half of the personal bodyguard generals you recruited are my people. "

Wei Ziqi's eyes widened and he cursed: "You, you! You are plotting against my brother!"

"I didn't want to fight internally, but brother, you went too far."

Zishou said: "Young master, let me show your father's will to the chief minister."

"yes!"

Wen Zhongzhong agreed angrily, stepped forward quickly, put a cloth scroll in Da Zai's hand, raised his hand and patted the back of Da Zai's hand gently.

Dazai's breathing was somewhat disordered. He opened the cloth tremblingly and read as hard as he could:

"I, I know that my time is short. If I go back and make my son Shou the king, you will give me your full assistance to protect our great Shangshan River.

Bury the widow next to the ancestors, and do not have a big funeral. "

Wei Zhongyan whispered: "That's all?"

"that's it……"

Dazai lowered his head and looked at the few handwriting on the cloth, "Indeed, that's all, and it's the king's own handwriting."

Wei Zhongyan's face suddenly turned pale.

At this moment, the killing cries outside the palace had stopped. The palace door opened a gap, and a figure rushed in. He was wearing golden armor, his body was wet with rain, his face was majestic, and his breath was long.

It is Huang Feihu, the son of Huang Gun!

Huang Feihu knelt down on one knee, holding his sword and reported: "Your Majesty! The rebels have been wiped out!"

Wei Ziqi whispered: "No, it's impossible! I have one hundred thousand soldiers!"

Zishou said: "Feihu, how many enemy troops are there tonight?"

Huang Feihu said firmly: "Thousands of stragglers gathered at the palace gate and cooperated with the army of guards inside and outside. It was easy."

"No, you lied to me!"

Wei Ziqi's face turned pale and he roared at the top of his lungs: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"

It was so quiet outside the palace gate that even the breath of the ministers was hidden.

The bell rang, but Wei Ziqi collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Zi Shou said no more, turned around, looked up at the throne at the end of the steps, lifted up the hem of his robe, and climbed up the steps.

His steps were steady and his eyes were firm.

‘From today onwards, the glory of the great merchants and the inheritance of our ancestors will be carried by a few people.

The shortcomings of big business and the dangers of raising tigers can be reformed by a few people.

The eight hundred princes who refused to serve were destroyed one by one.

Those who do not pay tribute from all over the world will be swept away by thunder.

I don’t believe in destiny! ’

In front of the throne, Zishou suddenly turned around, the palace door opened wide, the civil servants and military generals lowered their heads and quickly walked in. The dozen or so ministers who had been left in the palace remained silent.

Soon, Bigan was ranked first among the civil servants, and Huang Feihu was ranked first among the generals.

Zi Shou raised his hands and slowly sat on the throne.

Above Chaoge City, golden light bloomed in the purple-red aura, and then a golden blue dragon rose into the sky, quickly absorbing the fortune of the great merchants and the country, and roared silently at the heavenly palace.

‘I am a man of destiny! ’