Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 123 Conspiracy
Emperor Qi Ming died, but the eldest brother Prince Zhong was not surprised. Ever since he came to Juguangting Palace, his mother's life was like an oil lamp in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. He was busy with dispatching troops to the mainland these days, so he only came here occasionally. After visiting for a while, I was about to leave after a while. I saw that my mother's condition was getting worse and worse. From being able to eat and communicate normally to only having some porridge and soup, she was unconscious most of the time and could only utter some ravings occasionally. It's more breathless than a dead person.Standing in front of his mother's body now, the eldest brother Prince Zhong didn't feel sad, but just felt a little dazed, his whole body was empty, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

The eldest brother, the prince, turned around, and saw Zhongchen standing at the door with sickle feet, the shadow cast on his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the inside of his robe was bulging, obviously there was armor in it, yes, mother had already After leaving this world, while I am still in this world, some things must be done.

"Are you all ready?"

"The army of the Zhongchen clan is ready, the pier has been occupied, the main road leading to the capital has been blocked, the ships are ready, and they can set sail at any time!"

Prince Zhong eldest brother nodded in satisfaction. Zhong Chenqing always does things so impeccably. Every time the emperor dies, there will be a bloodbath, and this time is no exception. I am now in Zhuzi, and I have to take advantage of the fact that the capital has not yet learned about my mother. Pre-emptive strikes before the news of the passing away.

"Then I will leave everything to you, Zhongchenqing!" The eldest brother and prince had returned to his usual appearance, he took off the saber on his body, and handed it to Zhongchen Lianzu: "Give this knife to me, and take it for me. The son of Emperor Tokuro, the political enemy of Prince Nakao-eunichi)'s life!"

"But Prince Arima is the son of the previous emperor. He is of noble blood. According to the custom, he cannot die by the sword!" Nakatomi Kamazu did not receive the sword. With the blood of God Amaterasu, even if he commits a crime, he can only be punished by exile, and rarely by death, let alone die by the sword.

"No problem!" Prince Zhong said with a smile, "Just do it, and I will take care of the future. Right now, most of the powerful families supporting Prince Youjian are in the mainland. This is a good time to make a move!"

Asuka, Nara Basin, Japan.

The morning sun shines through the carefully polished shells, and the breeze blows in, carrying the aroma of flowers and fruits in the courtyard. This is autumn, the most beautiful season of the year, full, rich, mature and beautiful. Princess Saitama stood in front of the window with her eyes slightly closed, praying to the gods in her heart, thanking her for everything she gave to the family.

"Master!" The voice of the maid combing her hair made Princess Saitama open her eyes. She nodded, took off her clothes, supported her arms, and helped her step into the large wooden barrel filled with hot water. Her calves, thighs, lower abdomen, and finally her chest, Princess Saitama let out a long breath. She likes this feeling because it makes her feel that she has been cleaned and is a little closer to the gods.

The combing maid carefully combed her hair, applied precious balm, and combed it neatly, shining like a mirror. The female slave brushed her back and washed her feet. After the shower was cleaned, the female slave helped her stand up and dried her body with a towel , the maid who combed her hair smeared the flower and herbal essence produced by Izumo on her, touched her wrists and behind her ears lightly; then put on raw silk underwear for her, and then put on a dark black dress to set off her snow-like body. skin.The slave girl put on gold-edged clogs for her, and the old woman put on a golden crown for combing her hair and a gold bracelet set with rubies, and finally a thick gold collar full of ancient charms.

"Everything is ready!" The maid who combed her hair presented a golden-handled dagger and a bronze mirror with both hands, and Princess Qitama reached out to take it, put the knife in her belt, and held the mirror with both hands.

There was a prince waiting in the shaded hallway. He was fat and sitting on a stone bench by the pond, like an iron tower.When his sister walked out of the aisle, he stood up and subconsciously held his breath: "Saitama, you look really—"

"Like Amaterasu, isn't it?" Princess Saitama smiled slightly, she spun slightly, and the wide skirt of the dark clothes spread out with the wind, like a blooming flower.

"Yes, it should be said that Amaterasu is not as beautiful as you!" A prince admired his sister's dancing posture: "The position of the great witch of this generation is none other than you!"

"Then the position of the next emperor must be the elder brother!" Princess Qitama laughed.

"Zuo Zhuan" has a cloud: the major events of the country are sacrifices and soldiers!Compared with the precocious Chinese civilization, the role of theocracy in the political life of the Japanese people was greater at that time, especially the great witch who was responsible for offering sacrifices to the ancestor god of the emperor's family, Amaterasu, not only had a huge influence on the political situation, but also the shrine itself had a strong influence. Human and financial resources.Now that Emperor Qiming is old, several princes who are qualified to inherit are coveting the throne of the emperor. If Empress Qiyu can successfully ascend to the position of shrine maiden this time, it will undoubtedly be of great help to Prince Yuma in the future. A heavy weight has been added to the battle for the throne.

"I hope so!" The corners of Prince Youjian's mouth turned up slightly, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face: "It's not that simple. He will never give in when it comes to the throne of the emperor. This time He used the excuse of rescuing Baekje to send many powerful families who supported us to the mainland, which is very detrimental to us—”

"I don't think so!" Princess Saitama laughed.

"Why do you say that?"

"For this expedition, Gecheng has done a lot of things to offend the rich family. There are too many people who hold grudges against him. Brother, how many people do you think will support him, and how many people will support you?"

"That's true! But as long as His Majesty is still alive, no one will dare to disobey him!"

"Your Majesty can't eat this year's new wheat!"

"What did you say?" A prince's eyes widened: "Could it be—"

"That's right!" Princess Saitama nodded, "I have spent a lot of money to get her hair from His Majesty's maid, and cursed it, leaving the protection of Nara Shrine. Her life expectancy is just around the corner!"

A prince hurriedly looked back, lowered his voice and said: "Are you crazy? If you are discovered, this is a crime of treason!"

"As long as you can reach the high position, there is nothing to be afraid of!" Princess Saitama's bright lips showed a smug smile: "Sister, I have done everything I can do, and the rest is up to you, brother, you You shouldn’t forget how the Su Wo clan perished back then!”

(End of this chapter)