The prince's supervision of the country is not just a supervision of the country, but more like a signal, a signal of which prince the emperor prefers. Now the Tang Dynasty has not established a prince, and the East Palace is empty. Although the courtiers dare not raise this matter, who can
I haven't forgotten it either. As the princes in the palace grow up, sooner or later this matter will have to be brought up.
If it had not been for the weak crown ascending to the throne today, and his youth and strength, the position of the crown prince would not have remained empty until now.
Before the emperor could speak, Du Ruhui asked: "Your Majesty is going to Luoyang. I don't know that the return date is not in accordance with the etiquette. Does your Majesty want to abandon the country?"
"Oh, what Prime Minister Du said is true." Li Zhiyun sighed again, shook his head and said, "I have been depressed recently and my actions are inevitably not prudent. I'd better forget about this matter."
never mind?
Yang Gongren blinked, how could this be forgotten? We haven't said who will supervise the country yet.
However, seeing that the emperor didn't want to say more, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Ever since, this matter seemed to have passed.
However, in the eyes of several ministers, it seemed a little strange. Is this really a trivial matter that the emperor mentioned casually?
"not necessarily."
After listening to Yang Gongren's words at the Duke's Mansion, Ma Zhou responded, "I don't think so," and then explained: "The saints do not do things out of nowhere, they must have deep meanings. This time the saint's words are not exhaustive. How can he do it when he is going to Luoyang?"
The indefinite return date, in my opinion, is more like the saint deliberately saying something to let a certain prince supervise the country."
"You mean, His Majesty has a prince he likes in his mind and wants to cultivate him?" Yang Gongren guessed.
"I'm afraid that's the case." Ma Zhou said with a solemn expression: "But I can't guarantee that this is how your Majesty considers it. Today's saints have far-sighted plans. Although they are unintentional, they are full of profound meanings and should not be underestimated."
Yang Gongren paced for a moment and asked, "Who do you think your Majesty prefers?"
Hearing this, Ma Zhou smiled bitterly and said: "This is a matter of the Holy Heart's arbitrary decision. How can I investigate it?"
Yang Gongren has nothing to say about this. The current emperor has a deep mind, and few people can directly see through it. Even if he is a prime minister, in the central government, and often sees the emperor, he dare not say that he can clearly see through the emperor.
Deep meaning.
"Sigh." Yang Gongren sighed: "If it weren't for King Wuling, things would be turbulent for me."
Ma Zhou was silent. He knew that Yang Gongren wholeheartedly supported King Wuling. He also understood that once the person the emperor wanted was not King Wuling, Yang Gongren would not sit still and wait for death. The so-called things are turbulent and those who are in the whirlpool are
Yang Gongren, and it was he who took the initiative to go in and cause trouble.
"Mr. Yang, please be patient and don't be impatient. Since ancient times, there have been direct descendants, but no direct descendants. King Wuling is the legitimate son of a saint, so he should have a greater chance of winning."
"Haha." Yang Gongren smiled, "I don't think so, I really don't think so."
There were some things that he couldn't do well to Ma Zhou Daoming.
Today, the emperor is not an emperor who cares about his direct descendants.
At the beginning of March, the emperor did not go to Luoyang to farm in person, but cultivated one-third of an acre in Guanzhong. Several older princes followed behind the emperor and farmed step by step.
The ministers were also busy in the fields, and from time to time someone would quietly look at the princes.
Among them, King Wuling undoubtedly attracted the most attention. As the emperor's legitimate son, and with the queen's presence, his probability of entering the East Palace was undoubtedly much higher.
Li Chengzhao didn't know that he was being watched secretly. He was currently plowing the fields hard. He had been farming every year since he was sensible, and he was already used to it, and he was quite comfortable doing it.
Not far away, Yu Zhining and Fang Xuanling plowed with their plows, commenting and praising their skillful plowing from time to time.
"Did Xuan Ling hear the news?" Yu Zhining asked absently.
"What's the rumor?" Fang Xuanling was puzzled.
Yu Zhining said: "Previously, His Majesty wanted to go to Luoyang to farm the land and prepare to order the prince to supervise the country."
"So that's what happened." Fang Xuanling is such a smart person. He quickly understood the meaning of Yu Zhining's words, so he reminded: "We are ministers and cannot interfere with family affairs. Brother Yu, please use your discretion."
"Your Majesty's family affairs are state affairs, let alone the East Palace?" Yu Zhining said in a low voice.
Fang Xuanling didn't want to talk to him, so he didn't answer, and just lowered his head to work. He finally got a seat in a minister's office and won the favor of his majesty. How could he meddle in his own affairs at this time? For him, no matter who the emperor prefers,
The prince has nothing to do with him.
He would not do anything that would cause him to get burned. The emperor was at his peak in the Spring and Autumn Period, and anyone who mentioned this matter would be tantamount to luring soldiers to explore the road. Life or death is difficult to know.
However, Yu Zhining did not want to let him go, but asked: "Xuanling, you are highly valued by His Majesty. You are always by the Emperor's side. Do you know His Majesty's intentions?"
"The Sacred Heart is unpredictable." Fang Xuanling shook his head.
"As friends between you and me, we can't reveal anything about this matter?" Yu Zhining was a little unhappy.
Fang Xuanling whispered: "Although I am loved by your Majesty, I have always been dull about this matter. Brother Yu, it would be better for you to stay less involved in this matter."
Seeing that he could not get an answer from Fang Xuanling, he thought to himself: "The eldest son of the emperor is simple and unpretentious and has nothing outstanding. The second son of the emperor, I have heard that this son is outstanding in heroic spirit. The third son of the emperor..."
Fang Xuanling didn't want to hear any more, so she simply turned around and left, walked to the edge of the field, took out her water bag and took a sip.
"There are some things that we can avoid if we want to." Yu Zhining followed.
You're still haunted, aren't you? Don't follow me!
Fang Xuanling roared filial piety in her heart.
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Even if we can't take the lead in this matter, we can't involve too many people, lest you and I are still in the dark once the matter is decided. From my point of view, His Majesty may have the intention of establishing a prince.
Maybe it's just a test, but the problem is still there.
The prince will be appointed sooner or later. Instead of not knowing how to make a decision when the time comes, we might as well make preparations now to avoid being in a hurry."
Fang Xuanling thought to herself: You are saying one thing after another, but the problem is that it is none of your business. The Yu family has no women to serve His Majesty in the palace, so what is the use of preparing so many things?
The current emperor is so young, and we may not necessarily live longer than the emperor. Isn’t it nonsense for you to think about this now?
"Don't worry too much. You are the one who is in a hurry."
After saying that, Fang Xuanling walked towards the emperor.
Now, you can't follow me.
Seeing this, Yu Zhining shook his head and laughed, but didn't say anything. He thought he liked to take a few more steps before taking a step.
Perhaps the only person who took the wrong path was Li Shimin.
From now on, he won't be able to take the wrong path again.
Not even once.
Thinking of this, he began to observe several princes carefully.
On the other side, seeing Fang Xuanling approaching, Li Zhiyun asked casually: "Has Xuanling finished plowing the fields?"
"This matter is more important than etiquette and less important than reality. Although I am not ashamed, I dare not be lazy."
"Hahaha." Li Zhiyun smiled, stopped walking, looked at Fang Xuanling, and said: "I still remember that during the martial arts meeting in front of the emperor, others could not block Wu Guogong's three punches, but you withstood eight punches. Nothing happened. Come to think of it.
He is also very strong and brave."
"I don't dare to be arrogant. That's because Duke Wu is showing mercy." Fang Xuanling said humbly.
It is said that Fang Xuanling himself was confident in beating other civil servants violently, even if they were given one hand, he could hit seven with one hand.
But Wu Guogong Wei Chi Gong, he punched down, if he didn't hold back, he would have been finished long ago.
"You seem quite proud." Li Zhiyun was speechless.
The military meeting in front of the emperor is just a civilized way of saying it. In fact, when the ministers have different opinions, they fight each other with fists and kicks.
Tang officials are so irritable. If they can't convince you, they'll beat you until you shut up. Generally speaking, military generals don't end easily, but once they do, it will definitely be a big scene. Although fists and feet are blind, most generals will
Keep it.
Otherwise, it would not be a joke to get into trouble. Therefore, generally injured ministers only have skin injuries but not bones.
In addition, the six ministers of the Prime Minister rarely end up in trouble, and the generals will not attack these emperor's right-hand men.
Generals still have sense of propriety.
Du Ruhui and others were the emperor's confidants, so how could the generals dare to take action? But having said that, a minister who could sit in the position of a minister would naturally not use his words, let alone use force with the generals.
Normally, both sides participating in the war have more censors and generals. Officials with high emotional intelligence such as Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling rarely provoke such things. Sometimes, no one dares to fight with each other.
Otherwise, if it is damaged, things will be very serious.
It seems that Fang Xuanling was punched eight times by Yuchi Gong purely because Fang Xuanling wanted to protect his colleagues. At that time, Yuchi Gong didn't really dare to strike, and just touched him as if he was just scratching his head.
Otherwise, Fang Xuanling would have gone back to her hometown to recuperate.