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

Ever since the news spread that the imperial examination will be restarted next year, some people have inevitably opposed this matter.

After all, the positions in the imperial court have always been a carrot and a pit. Now in the past two or three decades, the empty pits have gradually disappeared, and even the number of carrots is close to saturation.

It is precisely because of the current situation that many people are keenly aware that if the imperial examination is restarted, some people may not be able to secure their positions and will have to be moved by newcomers.

The officials in the imperial court were in panic. No one wanted to be affected, and no one wanted to take off their black gauze hats.

But now the Holy Emperor is only secretly preparing for this matter, even letting his cronies, such as Fan Qing, take charge, so they can't get involved.

After being unable to intervene in the imperial examination matter, it did not mean that they gave up their struggle. On the contrary, they caused Jiang Yi a lot of trouble in other matters.

There are such rumors in the court today, and it is indispensable that this group of people is behind the scenes.

This group of people were used to bullying others, and Jiang Sile laughed inwardly.

They just saw Jiang Yi as kind and easy to bully, which is why he was so unscrupulous in court and privately.

"No need to show mercy to them." Jiang Sile said coldly to Chong'an, his face seemed as cold as a layer of frost, and his eyes were as sharp as ice knives, making people dare not look directly at the cold light in them.

"Yes" Chong'an bowed slightly and left the dormitory in a hurry.

……

"Father, even if your Majesty is seriously ill, you still have to let us see him."

'Nowadays, there are many affairs in the government...'

A group of people gathered around Chong'an who came to convey the decree. This group of court ministers wearing official uniforms looked like the talkative old men in the village, or like the chirping sparrows in the woods.

There was no dignity at all, just chattering and chattering in front of a eunuch.

This made Chongan frown.

He is His Majesty's envoy. Now that he is like this, doesn't it mean that His Majesty's majesty has been ignored and obliterated?

"My lords," Chong'an said loudly, raising his voice.This actually made the chattering crowd quiet down a lot.

"Your Majesty is in ill health, and the imperial court will be canceled within the month. I ask you all to work diligently. If there is anything urgent, please send a letter to the ministers in each department, and then someone else will report to your majesty."

Chong'an's eyebrows were cold and his words were cold and arrogant, pouring cold water on all the officials in the crowd.

But even so, there are still many officials who want to know more about the inside story.

"Can……"

"Eunuch..."

"My lords, stay here. I have to go to other important yamen to deliver the imperial edict, which will disturb you all."

The words of Chong'an not only gave them face, but also served as a warning to them.

Chong'an is not a fool. He knows very clearly what should be said and what should not be said in this palace.

Being cautious and cautious in words and deeds is how he survives in the court.

But don't be too careful. If you are timid, your Majesty's face will be stained.

This is what the people who serve before them need to pay most careful attention to.And Chong'an has always been a leader among them.

After delivering the news to this yamen, Chongan headed to the next yamen without stopping.

There are many yamen mansions in the capital. Although he does not have to go to every place, he still has to politely inform you all, showing His Majesty's equal treatment of everyone and the importance he attaches to the courtiers.

……

Princes everywhere began to take action, and the atmosphere within the court began to become tense.

The emperor was ill in bed and did not hold morning court.The adults have no choice but to handle the small things by themselves, and write down the regulations for the big things.

However, the current affairs of each department are much more than usual.

In addition, His Majesty has been ill these past few days and has not seen anyone.Tell me what it is. If it's not a big deal, dear friends, just make up your mind first. '

So this month passed in this peaceful time, but the undercurrent underneath was still surging.

Inside the palace

Jiang Yi has been eating medicinal food to support himself these days. The bitter medicinal taste is put into the porridge soup. The bitterness is a little lighter, but the taste of the porridge soup also becomes very strange.

Every time he drank this medicinal meal, Jiang Yi swallowed it quickly as if taking medicine, his throat moved, and he just hoped that the thing would fall into his stomach as soon as possible.

At this time, Jiang Sile took out the candied fruit that he had prepared from behind.

This person is really quiet when he is quiet, and really noisy when he is noisy.

Some time ago, in order not to take medicine, I resorted to all sorts of childish tricks.

This made Jiang Sile feel dumbfounded, and he began to coax Jiang Yi as if he were a child.

This disease completely exposed Jiang Yi's poor health to the eyes of the imperial physician. Therefore, these days, in order to nourish Jiang Yi, the medicinal diet from the imperial dining room, the ginseng soup from the imperial hospital, and even the harem ladies' Jiang Yi really drank a lot of various nourishing soups.

If it hadn't been for the fact that his diet had been monitored by a specialized imperial physician these past few days, he would have probably overdone it.

But everyone was surprised, but within a year, the body's rate of failure was beyond the doctor's expectation.

When Jiang Yi was young, he practiced martial arts with the martial arts master in the palace. When he was a teenager, he ran to the racecourse with great energy.

Looking at it this way, Jiang Yi's physical condition is actually much better than ordinary people.

But what are the specific reasons for it to become what it is today?
Jiang Sile didn't ask, but he had already guessed something from Jiang Yi's words and habits these days.

Her brother is really honest, and his diligence these days is far better than that of the late emperor.His body - it's just that he got sick from overwork.

On the one hand, I became sick due to overwork, and on the other hand, I suffered from the mental pressure caused by the bad news that came one after another.

Jiang Sile sighed. It seemed that the emperor was really not easy to be.Of course, it’s a different matter for the foolish king.

The same goes for Jiang Yi. Although he didn't ask Jiang Sile why he came, he had some guesses in his mind.

It seems that the news that the queen mother was critically ill was spread more than ten days ago. In the end, Anle still misses the mother and concubine, right?

Jiang Yi drank the second bowl of ginseng soup handed to him in one gulp. The taste of the concoction was still on the tip of his tongue. He quickly picked up a piece of honey from An Le's hand and put it into his mouth.

After all, he still failed to grow up and become a person like his father.

These days, Jiang Yi can certainly feel that his body is gradually becoming weak and not obeying his orders.

But he concealed this matter subconsciously.

Because there seem to be too many things in this world that require his care and management.

His mother's body, the situation inside and outside the court... Each of these things is much more important in Jiang Yi's heart than his body.

More importantly...

As a prince, he also had times when he fell ill.But what if he could deploy the entire imperial physician?

In the eyes of his father, he was far less important than the beloved concubine around him or the palace in the suburbs of Beijing.

Jiang Yi has always remembered, always clearly, that when he fell off his horse and was dying when he was 12 years old, even his eldest brother, who had never wanted to see him, was guarding his bedside.

But his father, his biological father, was still intoxicated by the music of his beloved concubine beside him, and even followed the original schedule the next day and went to the palace on the outskirts of Beijing to escape the summer heat and enjoy the cool air.That was the first time Jiang Yi knew his father's cruelty.It was also at that time that he completely understood that he would never be recognized by his father no matter what.

Because in the eyes of his father, maybe he was never his son, and he was even worse than a palace man, a stranger.

Although he didn't know why his father hated him and ignored him, maybe it was just like the rumors among the government and the public that they were in conflict with each other.

But 20 years later, Jiang Yi has accepted this reality.

He had always thought that he had emerged from his father's shadow.

He is now the emperor, the emperor.He is the one who is inferior to one person and is superior to ten thousand people. He is the one who holds in his hands the rights that people desperately desire.

He is the master of the country and the monarch of all.

But Jiang Yi, who still had a slight bitter taste in his mouth, suddenly understood.

Perhaps it was not only his father who he ignored, but also himself.The angry horse in bright clothes always wants to please his father.

He has never been able to get out of the shadow of his father's indifference.

What kind of gentleman's demeanor is as gentle as jade?

It seemed like it was just going another way, a way of abandoning oneself.

Ever since he fell off his horse, he rarely went to the hospital again.

Because at that time, his father, who was still listening to his beloved concubine playing the lyre, once scolded the palace people who were worried about him, and said to him: "But a small fall and pain can make everyone in the palace become a mess? Haha? , take the prince down for treatment. Green clothes, continue playing your music."

……

Jiang Yi thought he had forgotten the scene at that time, but his memory always exceeded people's expectations.

When that memory was recalled from the bottom of his heart, it seemed as clear as if it happened yesterday.

It turns out he forgot nothing.

……

Jiang Mingchan returned to the princess mansion from the palace the next day.

Normally, she rarely stayed overnight in the palace, but this time it made the consort a lot worried.

Although His Majesty will never vent his anger on Jiang Mingchan under any circumstances, she is just a princess after all.

Without real power in his hands, although there are fewer disasters, he also lacks confidence and the ability to protect himself.

When Jiang Mingchan came back, Ji Tingfan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"How is the situation in the palace?"

Ji Tingfan took the coat and blouse handed over by Jiang Mingchan with a bit of worry in his eyes.Those brown eyes had a warm light, and the whole person was like a bright pearl and warm jade.

"Your Majesty has been kneeling all the time. His body has been exhausted and he has rested now."

Jiang Mingchan sat on a chair aside. Her hands and feet were still cold.

She has a keen sense of politics. After entering the hall, she quickly discovered the undercurrent in the words of the emperor and courtiers.

In this capital city, people are still uneasy and fearful.

All Jiang Mingchan can do now is to stay out of the incident as much as possible and make the entire princess mansion safer.

"We will just close the door and thank guests these days, and we will wait until the end of the year."

Jiang Mingchan frowned, with a hint of uneasiness and worry in his words.

Those were brought about by her secret speculations about the situation in the government and the opposition.

But she didn't want to know about those things, let alone be implicated in them.

"I understand." Ji Tingfan took Jiang Mingchan's cold hand, frowning slightly, with distress and pity in his eyes.

"I asked someone to make ginseng soup and have been waiting for you to come back. Why are my hands so cold? There is no earth dragon stove in the main hall?"

There was a bit of complaint in Ji Tingfan's eyes.

Jiang Mingchan smiled, "Look, it's only been a few months, and the snowflakes haven't even fallen yet? Besides, there is a heater in the palace. I just left in a hurry..."

As if to make his words more convincing, Jiang Mingchan put both hands into Ji Tingfan's big hands.

It's just that the temperature of the hands is indeed lower than usual, but it is still warm.

Ji Tingfan met Jiang Mingchan's warm gaze, sighed, and took her into his arms.

"You, think more about yourself. After you left, your son kept calling for mother, but he was coaxed to sleep by the nanny just now."

Ji Tingfan talked about the shortcomings of his parents and felt the warmth of the person in his arms.

"I'll go check on him later. This kid is really different every day..."

Winter rarely hangs in the sky. Although it does not bring much warmth, the warmth of the world is enough for people to depend on each other.

……

The war in the south is getting urgent, and now the two armies are fighting each other one after another. Although they have not failed yet, they have only suffered miserable victories.

The Ministry of War has been keeping a close eye on the south and has repeatedly dispatched nearby troops to assist in the battle.

But in this way, the northwest frontier fortress, which had just suffered a huge defeat, did not pay enough attention to it.

The reason is also very simple, because no one in the court or the officials of the Ministry of War think that Qingyi will come again to fight and attack Daxia again.

Now there are two battles in the northwest camp, one victory and one defeat.

But one thing is the same, the generals all died on the battlefield.

It is precisely because of this that the DPRK has no generals to dispatch.

Regarding the northwest camp, most of the adults in the capital's military department were already devastated.

Now that the wolf's throat has been taken away again, it is equivalent to the soldiers of these two wars dying on the battlefield in vain.

For Daxia, it seemed that except for the fact that there were fewer soldiers and no generals, there were no changes at all.

But now no one dares to point out such a situation to Jiang Yi.

Because the person who took charge of the two battles and issued the imperial edict was Your Majesty.

But now that His Majesty is bedridden, it seems that nothing can be done.Even those noble people in the court want to scold this matter and find a culprit.

It seems that they can only ignore His Majesty and scold the Qingyi people.

As a result, the exclusion of foreigners in the capital became even more serious.

Whether it is the Qingyi people and merchants from the grasslands in the north, or the Nanman people in the south, and the southern merchants, they are all disliked in the capital these days.

After all, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border who died at the hands of those barbarians were all Daxia people.