Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 146

The wind direction in Kyoto always changes quickly, and it only took one night for Xie Cijiu's reputation to change.

When the emperor came to court, those old officials really didn't mention the matter of Xie Cijiu and bringing the man back to the mansion.

But they brought up another, more important matter.

The prime minister came out holding the wat board and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, the eighth day of the third lunar month is approaching, and the matter of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven should be finalized."

The emperor nodded: "Well, in the past two years, there have been many events in Daliang, disasters have occurred frequently in various places, and the people's minds are fluctuating. It is indeed necessary to hold a grand ceremony to worship heaven."

He glanced over the people in the hall, and he already had a rough idea in his mind, but he still asked, "What are your thoughts on the candidate for the deputy priest?"

The grand ceremonies of offering sacrifices to the heavens in Daliang were presided over by the national teacher, and the emperor was the chief priest. He prayed upwards, and he also had to be blessed by the heavens.

And the deputy priest is easy to understand. To be the emperor's deputy and accompany him to the high platform, usually there is only one deputy priest, and most of them are the princes. But now that the prince is grounded, don't you have to think carefully about who to choose?

The ministers had different thoughts, flirted with each other, and had already figured out what to say.

The prime minister was in front, and the emperor raised his hand: "Prime Minister, who do you think is more suitable to be the vice priest?"

The prime minister lowered his head, rolled his eyes and said: "The old minister thinks that the deputy priest is the assistant. It doesn't matter who it is, the important thing is the emperor. As long as the emperor is there, who is the deputy priest? But the emperor is the master. The veteran has no idea."

These words are ingenious, and the emperor who flatters him is very comfortable.

A smile appeared on the emperor's face: "What about the others?"

"I think that since the crown prince is still under confinement, according to the order, it is up to King Ming to step forward."

Minister of the Ministry of War stood up and spoke out.

Hubu Shangshu also followed suit: "I think King Yi is more suitable. In the past, King Yi seldom showed up because of his poor health. The common people didn't know that there were five princes in the royal family. Now King Yi is participating in the government and doing well. It would be good to take this opportunity to let the people recognize you.”

Then a group of people stood up, holding their own opinions, but most of them surrounded King Ming and King Yi.

The emperor listened for a while, but never said a word, his expression unpredictable.

The prime minister shook his head secretly, a group of idiots, the emperor is not dead yet, and they are eager to stand in line to show loyalty, let alone the crown prince has not been deposed, is it their turn?

After a long silence, an old minister with white hair and beard came out and knelt down tremblingly, "Go back to the emperor, the old minister thinks it is best for the prince to serve as deputy priest."

He spoke slowly, but he spoke clearly and forcefully, "The crown prince is the crown prince of the country, appointed by the emperor. Although there are minor mistakes, there are no serious crimes. Since it is a grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the crown prince should be the deputy priest. This is the key to stabilizing the country and the country." The best choice, please think twice, Your Majesty."

These words reached the emperor's heart, and those ministers thought that what they said was well-founded, but in fact they stabbed the emperor's lungs every sentence.

Why is King Ming young and promising, and why is King Yi hiding his secrets? He doesn't know that his two sons are so powerful?

So are they afraid of the prince, or are they deliberately concealing themselves?
What do they want to do?
Originally, they wanted to compete with the crown prince to stabilize their position, but now, they have been given the opportunity to form a clique for personal gain.

That being the case, let the prince out.

The emperor lowered his eyes, recalled the scriptures that the crown prince had given him these days, and sighed: "The Taifu is right, the crown prince is the crown prince, since I haven't abolished the crown prince, he should come forward to serve as the deputy priest. Wrong, I am very relieved, since this is the case, the prince's restraint has been released, let him prepare for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and King Ming Yi will assist him."

The ministers: "..."

Well, they quarreled for a long time in vain, and finally made a wedding dress for the prince?

unlucky!

This depression lasted until Sanchao, when they walked out of the Golden Luan Hall, no one was smiling.

……

When the news reached the harem, the queen happily ate half a bowl of rice.

"As long as the crown prince doesn't fall, I won't lose." She took a bite of the ribs, "This time, the relationship between me and the emperor can finally be settled."

Shui Lian served her a bowl of soup: "Your Majesty, eat slowly and drink some moist soup."

"Well, yes, I have to take good care of my body so that I can hold on at critical moments."

She picked up the soup bowl and drank it slowly, and said to Shui Lian after she finished drinking, "Have someone tell the prince that you are wearing heart armor and a dagger on the day of the ceremony, so don't panic no matter what happens. If he asks why, just say it was my order."

"Yes."

……

It was night, and I don't know how many people were tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Some people took advantage of the moonlight and went to the Moon Tower.

"I didn't expect our people to be so busy that they actually made a wedding dress for the prince. It's really annoying."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, we can take advantage of the situation. The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is destined to be uneven, and it may not be a good thing to be a deputy priest."

The man in black sat on the futon and said slowly.

"That's right." The man turned around and looked at the man in black, "What did you figure out, sir?"

"The sword is pointed at the golden dragon, and the royal family is in turmoil. If you want to get ahead, you can do it here."

The face of the man in the black robe was hidden in the darkness, and his tone was serious: "Call people over earlier, and wait for the opportunity."

The man was thoughtful, "The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind. If they can really bring down the father, we will take them to the sword. If they can't, then we will take the emperor's side."

The man in black gave him an appreciative look: "Your Highness is wise."

"Heh, the layout has been going on for so long, and it's finally time to close the net. Hurry up and come to the sacrifice ceremony, I really can't wait!"

The man in black stood up and bowed to the man, "Congratulations to Your Highness first."

"Hahahahahahaha—Mr. Don't be polite. After the matter is completed, your good days will come."

The man in black raised his eyes and looked at him, and they both laughed at the same time.

……

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky is imminent, and the whole capital is busy with it.

Up to the prince and lord, down to the young lady, there is no one idle, except Xie Faijiu.

She closed the door and thought about her mistakes. She didn't go out by herself, and she didn't allow others to come. She usually asked Jiang Lu to go out to inquire about news, while she raised flowers and teased dogs in the yard. She was very at ease.

But this was all an illusion, it was specially made for the emperor to read, and when it got dark, she would lie in her room to read the letter from the northern border and contact the old department of King Dingnan.

Then she thought over and over whether there were any flaws in the plan, and she couldn't turn off the lights too late, because it would arouse suspicion, so she often sat by the window after turning off the lights and blowing cold air to keep awake.

On the night before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, she tossed and turned even more restless.

……

"Still sleeping?" Yan Zhihui picked up a lock of Xie Cijiu's hair from behind, and gently played with it around his fingertips.

Xie Cijiu came back to his senses, sat on the edge of the couch and looked at him, "I can't sleep."

"Because of tomorrow? Afraid it won't work?" Yan Zhihui stroked her hair and asked warmly.

(End of this chapter)