In the early morning of the 12th day of the first month of the third year of Yuanfu, the Guan family breathed their last.
Zhao Si burst into tears and cried loudly.
Behind him, Zhang Dun, Fan Chunren, Lu Huiqing and others all fell to the ground crying.
At midnight, the official began to convulse from time to time. The imperial doctors who were on duty at night told Zhao Si that he might have left not long ago. So he quickly sent people and summoned all the civil and military officials of the court outside Funing Palace.
Soon, Empress Dowager Zhu and Empress Liu came over after hearing the news, crying loudly. Then Empress Dowager Xiang, several royal brothers and princes also came over, weeping sadly.
Under the tearful gaze of everyone, Wu Qiu and others carefully dressed the officials in Gunlong court robes and gold silk court crowns. Then they placed them in the huge coffin. Then they lit the lantern and presented the memorial tablet to the spiritual master.
After restraining himself for the time being, Zhang Dun stood up, looked around, and said loudly.
"His Royal Highness the King of Qin, now the official dragon controls Bintian. The country cannot be left without a master for a day, so the king endures the pain and mourns, adheres to the emperor's edict, prays to the Ancestral Temple, and ascends the throne."
All the civil and military ministers agreed one after another. Although a few people with different ideas had different expressions on their faces, it was of no avail.
Zhao Si pondered for a moment and responded: "Okay! Let's go to the Ancestral Temple!"
Before leaving Funing Palace, Zhao Si turned around and said in a trembling voice: "Wu Qiu, stay with the emperor for me for the time being..."
Wu Qiu shed tears and said: "You must be careful when you are young."
Zhao Si took the lead and brought all the civil and military officials to the Ancestral Temple.
After kneeling three times and nine times, Zhao Si, who was kneeling at the front, said loudly: "Li Daban, read!"
Li Fang walked out from the side and read to the civil and military ministers who were kneeling in front of the Ancestral Temple.
"I honor Shao Qingji, pay tribute to the treasure, cherish the memory of the saint, and only guard the great order... I set up the throne, inherit the great rule, and practice the guardianship. But God bless the Yu family, and the spiritual leader of Yan Baozuo
.On the sixth day of December in the second year of Yuanfu."
This is the imperial edict that the officials issued to the world last month to establish the crown prince. Reading it again now is equivalent to announcing to the world that Zhao Si's succession to the throne is a matter of course.
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Dun, Fan Chunren and others said in unison: "I respectfully obey the imperial edict and respectfully invite His Highness the King of Qin to ascend the throne of the emperor! Long live my emperor! Long live my emperor!"
Zhao Si looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Wait until this king pays homage to our ancestors. Prime Minister Zhang, Prime Minister Fan, Vice Prime Minister Lu, Vice Prime Minister Xu, Han Shangshu, Cai Shangshu, Liu Shangshu, An Shangshu, Wen Shangshu
Kneeling down in the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, looking at the rows of scarlet and gold tablets, Zhao Si thought to himself silently.
"Since I have inherited the world of your old Zhao family, then I will give you a real Song Dynasty!"
His eyes swept over each tablet, and stopped at the tablet of Emperor Taizong.
God of Chariots on the Gaoliang River, the Song Dynasty has gone astray since you started.
Although Taizu was not in the right position, he still knew how to fight vigorously and dominate the world. But it is you who are guilty and timid and shrinking, which led to the current situation.
Now I want to set things right, so that historical tragedies will never happen again, and China will be glorious again.
"Yu Huatian!"
"The little one is here!"
"Ask!"
"As you command!"
Yu Huatian asked as he did in the early morning, standing in the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Behind him was a row of tablets of the first emperors of the Song Dynasty.
The crisp sound echoed.
"Zhao Si, have you forgotten the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun and the hometown of Lingwu?"
"Zhao Si will not forget for a moment -!" Zhao Si clasped his hands on his chest with a solemn expression, looking at the tablets of the first emperors of the Song Dynasty, and answered word by word.
...
After three questions and three answers, Yu Huatian held the leather cylinder that he had held for more than half a year to Zhao Si with both hands.
After Zhao Si took it, he presented it to the tablets of the late emperors.
"My descendant, Zhao Si, swears here to regain the old land of Yanyun Lingwu, and then to open this general map of prefectures and counties in the world, to comfort the souls of the late emperors in heaven!"
After kowtowing three times, Zhao Si ordered.
"Open the palace door!"
The main door of the Imperial Ancestral Temple opened, and the civil and military ministers who had been isolated outside were connected with Zhao Si and others again.
"Your Majesty, I have drafted a succession edict. Please pay your respects to the Imperial Ancestral Temple and announce it to the world." Lu Huiqing stepped forward, held out a document, and said loudly.
Many people secretly took a breath of cold air. Damn you guys, you guys don't give us any chance.
Zhao Bai was already detached and fell to his knees on the ground, neither shocked nor frightened.
Zhao Ji knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and his face turned pale.
Zhao Si stood up without ceremony, took the edict handed over by Lu Huiqing, opened it, and read it loudly.
"Under the sect, I have inherited the final destiny of my imperial brother. I have inherited the Pitu of the saint. If you walk on the deep water, I don't know how to save you. The late emperor is wise, intelligent and wise, and he is diligent in the country. He will follow his will and make meritorious service, and he will be a sage and martyr. Ten times.
six years
"Hai Nei Meng Xiu. The worry and labor are refreshing, and then the great progress is made. It is a sacred weapon, belonging to the people. The load is difficult, and the fear is due to fear. With the beginning of the inheritance, the grace of forgiveness can be freely expressed, and the world can be forgiven."
"Yun Yun respectfully reads Yuan Feng's advice and Shao Sheng's legacy, which has benefited the world and can be carried out. However, since he has his heart, he dares not to abandon it. He leads the world and follows the example of the previous king. It is more important to be loyal and uphold the rules.
With civil and military considerations in mind, Yong Bi will be the queen. Together we will work together to achieve good results and consult with all nations."
After finishing reading, Zhao Si looked at the people with different expressions and said loudly: "The writing style is acceptable, but the courage is lacking. Xuan Ming!"
"I'm here!"
Changsun Moli responded.
"You are Secretary Cheng Cheng, drafting the imperial edict for my accession to the throne!"
"As you command!"
Li Fang asked someone to bring a table and place it in front of him. He also brought a pen and ink inkstone and imperial edict paper.
When the eldest grandson Moli sat in front of the table and was ready, Zhao Si opened his mouth and read.
"It's up to heaven, the emperor decreed:"
The first sentence of Zhao Si's dictation shocked the ministers. Throughout the ages, no emperor has dared to speak like this, let alone a prince who has not yet officially ascended the throne.
From this sentence, we can see the courage and ambition of the new king.
"Now the kings, civil and military ministers say that I am the direct descendant of my father and emperor, and the successor of the emperor's brother. The throne of heaven cannot be empty for a long time, and the sacred weapon cannot be left without its owner. All the ministers and concubines jointly persuade me to advance, respect me as the emperor, and take charge of Guizhou and Li.
Be obedient to nature and people.
Our relationship is based on favor and love, and we inherit the fate of our father, emperor, and brother. As the king of China, we will continue the Song Dynasty and ascend to the throne of the emperor on the twelfth day of the first month of the third year of Yuanfu. The great ceremony is completed, and everyone will cooperate in common government, and it is appropriate.
Both..."
Zhao Si's words were like drums in the evening and bells in the morning, echoing over the Ancestral Temple.
All the ministers bowed their heads to listen to the edict. Even Empress Dowager Xiang, who was standing on one side, had a change of expression, but she did not make a sound. Empress Dowager Zhu, who was standing on the other side, had tears all over her face.
Zhao Ji quietly looked at the Empress Dowager, staring intently for a long time. Seeing that there was no movement, he sighed in his heart.
In the past two days, Yao Xiong, the deputy commander of the Palace Front Division, colluded with Gao Qiu and secretly conveyed a message, asking him to connect with people with lofty ideals. By communicating with Qingshou Palace, he could mobilize people from the Imperial Guard's imperial army who were in compliance with destiny.
Stationed in the imperial city, isolating the gates and turning things around.
But he never expected that after he had gathered all the people with lofty ideals, he would be arrested one by one by the Inner and Outer City Police Department with a list.
The crime was actually indecent.
It is indeed ridiculous, but the key is this delicate timing. He was arrested and imprisoned in the No. 1 Model Prison of the Police Department. He was imprisoned for a few days. He could not do anything, everything was delayed, and everything was clear at a glance.
Zhao's voice continued.
"I have been destined to the clan by destiny, and will succeed to the throne of Hua Xiaxia. The four directions will be settled, and the people will live in peace. I can remember the long-cherished wish of my father, the emperor, and my brother. I should build up the glorious achievements and restore them to the Han and Tang Dynasties. My virtues will spread widely and my benevolence will flow.
Therefore, in honor of the great treasure of the Song Dynasty and the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, we will start next year. We will pay homage to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, respect our direct mother Xiang as the empress dowager, and our biological mother Zhu as the empress dowager. We canonize Zeng as the empress and Ming as the noble concubine... But now
I have a strong heart, and I dare not abolish it. I am concerned about the civil and military affairs, and Yong Bi will be the queen. We will work together for the good and consult with all the nations. I admire this!"
After the silence, someone spoke.
"Your Majesty is young and is the first to inherit a great treasure. If there are any mistakes, please ask the Qingshou Palace to handle military and state affairs with the Queen Mother..."
Zhao Si looked at him quietly.
This person seems to be Zhao Tingzhi's good friend. Even at the last step, they still refused to give up.
"May I have your name?"
"I am Tongzhilang, Guangoudongxiaogongshuyu." The man answered with a trembling voice, holding on to his strength.
"I am already eighteen years old. I have experienced everything, been born and died, and watched the battlefield. Why do you still treat me as a child? You - you are bullying me too much!"
Zhao Si said coldly.
Shu Dan was lying on the ground, his back shaking constantly.
"He spoke nonsense and slandered me arrogantly. Come and send him back home so that he can reflect on it!" Zhao Si said unceremoniously.
Two Banzhi guards came forward, put Shu Yu on their arms, and dragged him out of the crowd.
"Seven days later, on the 21st of the first lunar month, I received the congratulations of hundreds of civil and military officials in the Daqing Hall. The most urgent task now is to arrange the funeral of the emperor's brother. Fan Zhonggong, you are highly virtuous and respected; Prime Minister Zhang, you are the head of the officials; Han Shangshu, you are in charge of the Ministry of Rites
.And as the envoy of Shanling, we will work together to handle it."
"According to the order!"
"When I succeed to the throne, I will change my name as usual. The name has already been decided." Zhao Si wrote the word on the table and showed it to everyone.
"Tao!"
Fan Chunren said loudly: "This word comes from "Historical Records. The Family of Wu Taibo": How virtuous! It is great, just like everything in the sky is warm, and like everything in the earth is contained. What a good word!"
All the ministers praised him. This chapter has been completed!
