Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

On the other side, King Wen was sitting in silence for a day in front of King Cheng's tomb.

This time he led the government soldiers and the few troops from the state capital to successfully annihilate the rebellion.

This time I was just passing through Jingzhou to pay my respects to this brother who was the same father after all.

This was regarded as an achievement, and the government and the public recognized him as the first to achieve it. Countless praises and awards swept in like usual, and he was now returning to the fiefdom according to the emperor's order.

And his incompetent and weak-tempered brother, now the emperor who has been waiting for the throne, is as weak as ever even after he sent those memorials and letters.

Weakness often represents indecision and weakness.

You know, if it were on the grassland, people like His Majesty probably wouldn't be able to survive.

But now after he sent those memorials and letters...

Can you even endure such humiliation?

King Wen frowned with disdain. Thinking of Jiang Yi's weak and peaceful days in the past, he felt angry in his heart. Even in the cool autumn, the anger and heat in his heart never disappeared.

Is a loser like him worthy of sitting on the throne?
King Wen had a thousand and ten thousand dissatisfactions and a thousand and ten thousand reluctances in his heart.

But now it seems that besides writing a letter to scold Jiang Yi, who is still weak, he seems to be unable to do anything else.

All he can do now is burn incense in front of his fifth brother's grave today, hoping that he will be reincarnated in the next life and have a good life and suffer less.

King Wen burned the yellow paper he brought and watched the black paper ashes swaying due to the wind.

"Perhaps in a few years... my eldest brother will come to accompany you..."

The weather is getting colder in autumn, and frosty dewdrops fall on the buds of the vast trees and cling to the shivering withered grass, giving the entire autumn a bit of frost and coldness.

King Wen, who was dressed in plain clothes, was sitting in front of the tomb like this. His figure was tall and straight, and his back was as straight as a tombstone, echoing the brother who had been buried in the ground long ago.

But his eyes did not fall on the ground or on the frosty branches, but looked into the void in a daze.

King Wen seemed to be nostalgic for something in the void, or... dreaming about something...

The weather in autumn is rarely pleasant. It rained heavily for seven or eight days in the past few days, but it got better today.

It rained heavily in the morning, but fortunately it stopped by noon.

Now when I raised my head, I saw a cloudless sky, but there was no sign of rain.

The closer we get to autumn and winter, the more difficult it is for many people.The poorer the person, the more difficult it is, even a life-and-death barrier in the Palace of Hell.

On this day of the sun, if a person is a little dazed, he will contract a disease, or a cold, or some other disease. In short, he will die in the end and lie in a grave.

But after hearing that the Qingyi Shanyu had not been able to survive the autumn, King Wen suddenly felt a little more favorable towards Qiu Ri.

That old guy...lived for so long, he should have died long ago.

He knew that Jiang Yi would never let him hold military power again after this incident of annihilating the rebels.

It is estimated that he will not even take a step outside the fiefdom after that.

Then he will never have the chance to conquer the battlefield again.

King Wen lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were covered with calluses from martial arts training in his youth.

When he was young, he was not good at studying and only liked to practice martial arts.At that time, what he was thinking about was never those political things, but riding on the big horse that his mother found for him, thinking that one day he would be able to fight on the battlefield, make his mother laugh with his achievements, and praise him again.

But even though the second brother was still so young at that time, hadn't his father already appointed him as the prince?

Why did his father stop him again and force him to study hard in the study room?

Before that, his dream was to become a person like General Guo in the storybook, calming the mountains and rivers with the weapons in his hands.

After that... his father stopped him who was in a hurry to leave the palace, and stopped him who wanted to go to the military camp for training.

Oh...it turns out that the father wanted him to be the prince...

Only that day did King Wen hear the arrangements for his future from the emperor's mouth.He was confident that he was definitely a head above his second brother in every aspect.

So……

Since the second brother can be the prince, so can he!
The young King Wen looked at his father's satisfied smile and said to himself.

So he began to go back to the study room again. In the years to come, he would always compete with his second brother.

but……

Father is lying...

King Wen looked at his fifth brother's grave, as if he had suddenly seen his father's coffin that day.

His father was lying coldly in the wooden box, and he had never even seen him for the last time. ,

He could only wear white plain clothes with his brothers and sister, put on mourning for his father, and kneel on the cold floor.

He saw Mr. Wang Ge take out his father's imperial edict and heard that his father passed the throne to his second brother.

Until then, King Wen was shocked to realize that he was not a knife in his father's hand.

It's just a whetstone.

It's just a whetstone...

His role is not much different from that of a whetstone, but it's all just for the second brother, right?

That silly boy Lao Qi was also deceived by his father...

He lied to everyone.

He said that he doesn't like you as a prince.

He said that the prince is cowardly and incompetent, and in the end, you will be needed to rule the country.

He said that as I was his first child, I was excellent in both literature, Taoism and martial arts, so I should naturally inherit the throne.

He said, Xiao Qi, you are my father’s favorite child, and even after he becomes the emperor, he will leave it to you.

He says……

He lied to everyone...

It turns out that they are just Jiang Yi's whetstone and Jiang Yi's stepping stone.

……

Lao Qi refused to accept his fate. He was still young and blinded by his father's favor. He insisted on making a fortune.

So he died.

King Wen looked at the tombstone of King Cheng. What would be the use of praising him on the tombstone?
Lao Wu accepted his fate, but he also died.

In just one year, he had already lost his father, two brothers, a sister, and another sister who was married far away and whom he would probably never see again in this life.

The larger the family, the easier it is to fall apart.

"Is it all life?"

King Wen's eyes became a little desolate. He glanced past the tombstone and looked at the lush mountains and forests, the dark and light green mountains, and the rivers that became abundant due to heavy rains.

It seems that everything in the world is changing quietly.

And he still wants to stay in the past.

Stay in the past that contained lies, but was also happy.