The world is for the public GL

So he still went up for several days, and he didn't say much when he went, just listened, and the courtiers gradually got used to it.

After a long time, she was probably only treated as a guest, or as a vase placed on a high platform for viewing, and rarely mentioned Shijun's identity.

After the court, Zisang was still the one who liked to go into the kitchen to watch the fire decoct medicine, and he went to the King of Medicine every evening.

Duke Qing Xi was able to relax for a while, and after eating a bowl of bitter medicine, his face was sweet: "I discussed with Yu Shi and others, and I think it is better to rectify your name. In case someone embarrasses you in the future, you also have an identity."

The so-called name rectification is to help her from Shijun to become His Royal Highness Nanliang Shijun.

The name of Shijun is just the daughter of Lord Hou, and her status is actually not as good as that of Fang Zhonghou and others, and she doesn't have any authority. Once Duke Qingxi is gone, the status of Shijun is nothing.

With the name of His Highness, the people below still have to give way to some extent. That is the real one who is under one person and above ten thousand people, and has the authority to order hundreds of officials.

However, the greater the authority, the greater the risk, and he will inevitably become a figure on the cusp of power struggles.

Qing Xi's face was heavy, Fu Xu said, "In the current situation, even if you are appointed as His Highness, I'm afraid you won't be able to take the position."

Although there was an example of Gongyijin being a female monarch before, when Gongyijin succeeded to the throne in the prosperous age, she had the power of her relatives and the empress dowager at home. In addition, she was famous for her martial arts and bravery, so when she ascended to the throne, although she Although Chao Gang was in trouble, in the end it was just a small fight.

The current situation of Zisang is completely incomparable. In terms of his background and his own upbringing, there are flaws everywhere. Even if he is in a big position, there are two big forces in the court, and there are even some old princes from far away who want to stand on their own in private. .

The two phases are Quanheng, and the position of His Highness is actually just to give her a title of protection. After all, bullying His Highness is also tolerated by the world.

What Mingmian meant was that with the title of His Highness, she would either die a miserable death, or those who wanted her to die would not dare to make such a publicity.

Duke Qing Xi didn't dare to think too much, and asked Zi Sang to inherit the great rule.

If such a person really becomes a king, I am afraid that she will not go to court if she looks idle all day long, or she will doze off when she goes to court, and the people below will have more reasons to rebel.

After explaining the pros and cons to Duke Qingxi in this way, thinking about his own life, although adding an extra Highness doesn't feel much for her, it is practical, so Zisang agreed: "Just follow Grandpa Wang's orders."

On the second day, there were edicts throughout the states, and Shijun became His Royal Highness Shijun immediately, and the whole country was in an uproar.

Some people use Gongyijin's rule of Jinkang as an example, and some people use it as an example of the incidents of Gongzi Sang wandering around in the past few days.

How can there be another Gongyijin in the world? In Jinkang, women were able to worship ministers, but now there are still women in civil and military affairs in the Manchu Dynasty?

But these words are just a joke to the common people, but it is another scene in the court.

People in the civil and military circles were all yelling, after three days of quarreling, they still kept admonishing, the papers admonishing the king were piled high, and Qing Xigong was sick every day until late at night, and everything he could see was the daughter of the Highness of Shijun. kind.

In the eyes of these civil and military officials, Shijun became His Highness today, and he will definitely be the monarch of Nanliang in the future.

Looking at the high platform, Shijun, who was dozing off with a white robe and golden crown on the third step below the imperial court, squinting his eyes slightly, everyone was slobbering secretly.

Who would want a woman to step on the head of an imposing man?

Aside from the turmoil, there are even rumors among the people that Qing Xigong should follow the example of the ancients and let him be more virtuous than Fang Zhonghou.

Qing Xigong slapped his desk and shouted: "The widow is not dead yet, so you are anxious to think about the funeral?"

There was silence in the hall for a long while, and then someone said: "Inheritance is the foundation of the great unity of the country."

"Then what's wrong with the widow appointing his own blood relatives as His Highness?"

"A woman from Shijun, who is still young, finds that Nanliang is suffering from internal and external troubles. In this troubled time, she should recommend someone who can take on great responsibilities."

"How about letting you do it?"

He kept his head silent like this and didn't dare to speak again, but immediately a group of ministers knelt down beside him: "Fang Zhonghou is also of the blood of the former emperor, so he is the most suitable candidate."

Before Qingxi could open his mouth, he knelt down again and a large group of people said, "In this way, General Zhonglang is also a blood relative of the late emperor, both in public and in private, with outstanding performance, and a young and vigorous man, just what he needs for a great job. "

After such a quarrel, he was waved and reprimanded by Duke Qingxi as usual, and Zisang, the new Highness, stayed behind and helped Duke Qingxi take the throne.

"Sometimes the widow really wants to screw off the heads of these bunnies one by one, and nothing will happen." After taking his seat and returning to the inner hall with no one around, Qing Xi began to cough profusely .

Zisang responded with a smile: "That's right, it really should be done in one pot."

But it's not that simple, behind every person wearing official uniforms here is the interests of the entire kingdom.

If one person makes a mistake, he can be punished and killed; if three people make a mistake, he can be punished and killed; if officials protect each other, everyone in the world is wrong, and the emperor sometimes has no choice.

The old man who was coughing so much that his heart, lungs and liver were trembling turned around, his face was only bruised, and he looked at Zisang in the slightly chilly wind of early winter: "Maybe it would be better if I found you sooner."

Get into the palace earlier, ascend to the position of His Highness when the widows are not strong enough, stick to it for a few years, and the world will naturally come into your hands.

Now, the widow is responding to the emperor's twilight, and he has more energy to spare, but he has insufficient strength to turn his hand to the leader.

Zisang just smiled, helped Duke Qing Xi back to the palace and sat down, then ran to decoct the medicine again, Ji Bai was still puzzled as before: "Why Shijun, no, His Royal Highness Shijun always likes it How about frying it yourself?"

Taking the shaking fan, he still habitually patted Jibai's little head: "Things like decocting medicine are much more interesting than going to court every day."

Just put the medicine jar on the fire and burn it slowly. Looking at the fire, it should not be too big or too small. It should be the same when looking at a country. It should not be too prosperous or too restrained.

After delivering the medicine to Lord Qingxi, the dining room brought vegetables and food. Since his identity changed from Shijun to His Royal Highness, the variety of dishes has increased a lot.

At the beginning, Zisang thought that she would not be able to eat so many dishes, so she deliberately asked her to follow the previous ones.

Later, I thought that the people in the back kitchen didn't have much to do all day long, so let's just add more, and let them practice their skills. Besides, every time she eats the leftovers, the waiters next to her will eat, and they can follow suit.

When the food was served, she took the chopsticks and started to eat, but Jibai took a couple of mouthfuls first.

Lifting his foot, he kicked towards Jibai, but the boy ran almost out of reach.

Ji Bai giggled and tasted all the other dishes: "Non-toxic, please, Your Highness Shijun."

It turned out that when I was in Shijun, I would reach out for whatever delicious food I saw. After adding His Royal Highness to the name, the palace people had to try the food and clothing of the mouth-watering food before using it.

"In vain, you still dare to call me Your Highness, and dare not listen to my words. Try the dishes next time and see if I ask Daxue to bite your ass."

Seeing that Zisang was really angry, Jibai hurriedly begged for mercy and said, "Then I won't try, let Mr. Fu'an take the test."

Fu An rolled his eyes: "If His Royal Highness Shijun doesn't want Ji Bai to try the dishes, call another eunuch to come up."

"No one needs to call."

There was a big piece of meat between the chopsticks, Zisang turned it over and looked at it twice, squinted his eyes and whispered: "Let's see how big my life really is."

The cold wave is coming down south, and the winter is suddenly appearing, and the garden is a bit depressed. At night, the moon and stars in the sky are still cold.

Jibai shook off a tunic and put it on Zisang's shoulders, and suddenly he felt a little bit aggrieved: "Now everyone calls my Highness Shijun's little maid."

Jade fingers scratched the dew from the drizzle that had just passed on the lacquered red fence, leaving puddles of water indistinct. Zisang gathered the tarpaulin behind her and turned to look at Jibai.

The 14-year-old boy was a head taller than her, thin and thin, wearing a dark gray eunuch uniform, with a long white and tender face exposed under a black brocade crown.

Taken outside the palace, he is actually a pretty handsome man, but it's a pity that his lower body was lost.

Flicking the cold water in his hand onto the clean face like this: "Isn't it the little palace lady."

"I...although I don't have the man thing, I'm still half a man after all, how can I be Gong'e."

Jibai blushed, ashamed and dissatisfied: "Why are you seldom getting close to other palace maids? Except for the usual dressing needs, you rarely talk to palace maids."

Her hands were still playing with the water droplets on the railing, piercing the crystal clear beads and connecting them into a line: "It's because of Bai Yunmo."

"For this?"

"otherwise?"

Otherwise, all the people who were close to her, such as Yuan He, Yuan Xiu, and Tong Fu, who served her were all dead.

The feeling of loss let her know, or if the fate is not deep at the beginning, don't connect too much, so as not to hurt her mind in the future.

Especially now that she has become someone who may fall down at any time on the cusp of the storm, if she fails to stand firm, the people around her will not have a good end, so it is better to try to be as unfamiliar as possible.

Therefore, when calling people around on weekdays, they can only be called Fu'an and Jibai.

"Jibai, do you know many people?"

"Not much, the old father-in-law I took with me before has passed away, I can't get along with other young eunuchs because of my stupid mouth, so now the palace only recognizes Fu'an."

"Don't you still recognize me?"

"Hey, that's natural."

Sometimes it's better to know fewer people and not have much to worry about.

Raising his hand, he beckoned Daxue to come over again, and turned his hand to ride.

The moon and stars are sparse at the time, and the tide and rain are clear and thin to see Yunchi.

Going around outside the Zhongming Palace, Jian Junsi is still the same as the previous two or several nights, brightly lit, I am afraid that it will be bustling with people related to the foundation, the matter of His Royal Highness Shijun, my king thinks twice.

After walking a few more laps in the night, I got to the edge of the lake pavilion, sat in the pavilion with my knees around, watching the lake surface that was lightly turned by the dark tide after it rained.

In my ears, I especially remembered what Qing Xigong said to her by the lake that day: The one who kills the son of the widow is not the widow.

Shijun, what are you planning.

The picture is good, the sky is good, the arrow is right, the wine is good and the meat is good.

Hehe, there is no prosperity and peace, so how can we be safe.