Harem: Biography of Concubine Qin

Chapter 377

Filled with autumn coolness, among the continuous military tents, a touch of bright yellow is on the soil slope.

In the bleak autumn wind, it looks energetic.

From a distance, the soldier raised his hand and looked——

"Ah, that's the emperor! The emperor is in good health!"

"Yes, it's the emperor!"

On the earth slope, the emperor put his hands behind his back, overlooking the endless prairie in front of him.

Fei Yanggu slowly approached from one side, "Your Majesty, the sick soldiers have also recovered. According to your instructions, all the messengers in the army have been replaced by confidantes."

"Okay, we must never let Jingzhong know that I have recovered."

This news was only told to Chen Wenxin.

Fei Yang said: "Gerdan's spies are still investigating. This defeat will not be successful in three to five years. The letter of surrender has also been sent to Beijing, but now..."

The emperor sneered.

"Now that everyone in the capital is staring at my Golden Dragon Chair, who has the time to control whether a defeated army will surrender or not, don't you think so?"

Fei Yang stayed silent, feeling that this topic was taboo.

The emperor was in his prime, and just now he fell ill, and there were many changes in Beijing.

These old ministers who have been assisting the emperor since he ascended the throne at a young age are really becoming more and more ambitious.

They did not cover the sky with one hand like Oboi back then, because the emperor was no longer as easy to manipulate as he was when he was a child.

But that eager ambition never stopped.

The emperor has been looking for an opportunity to deal with them. While supporting the power of the Chen family, he is also weakening them.

This disease is good, so he doesn't need to bother to weaken it.

When Shengjia returned to the capital intact, everything would be a crime of conspiracy to usurp the throne!
The sound of hurried and powerful footsteps came, and the soldiers stepped forward to announce, "Your Majesty, General Chen has already led the army on the way back!"

"it is good."

The emperor smiled triumphantly, "I deeply hate that I am not in Beijing at the moment, and missed this good show."

Fei Yanggu also laughed, "It's different today, Suo'etu thought he was the head of the country, a powerful minister who could cover the sky with one hand and do anything wrong. And the one in the tent..."

The emperor cast his gaze towards a small tent not far away. The tent looked ordinary, but it was surrounded by soldiers.

Tong Guowei lived there.

"Suo'etu was the head of the country after all. Tong Guowei has been the uncle of the country all his life, and he wants to be the head of the country again. But in his whole life, he can't do it."

In order to prevent Tong Guowei from secretly reporting to the capital, the emperor put him under house arrest and prevented him from communicating with the outside world.

Tong Guowei was confined in the tent every day. He heard that the emperor's illness was miraculously cured, and that the sick soldiers were also cured. I also heard that the magic medicine was found by the imperial concubine in Beijing...

Mixed feelings in my heart.

The emperor, after all, is his nephew.

He didn't want the emperor to die either, but he had to be prepared.

The emperor no longer trusted him as his own uncle, Tete brought him out of the capital not to let him lead troops to fight, but to prevent him from forming a clique in the court.

This made Tong Guowei disheartened.

Concubine Tong Gui is dead, leaving no half of her heirs, not to mention little Tong Jia.

His only hope is that Erbeile was once raised under the knee of Concubine Tong Gui, so he can have some affection for the Tong Jia clan...

Only when Erbaile takes the throne, can he have a chance to regain his fame.

When the tent door slammed, the light from outside shone in, which was a little dazzling.

Tong Guowei subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

The tall soldier stood outside the door, bowing slightly, "Master Tong, the emperor has summoned you."

His eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand unconsciously to touch his head, his temple hair was disheveled.

The beard is also like straw, which has not been cleaned for a long time.

The emperor has never seen him since his illness, and he has never been out of bed again, so he is not mentally prepared at all.

"Quick, fetch water!"

He yelled out of the tent, someone had already prepared clean water and brought it to him.

Tong Guowei cleaned his face seriously, changed his clothes, and then walked out with the soldiers.

But he didn't go to the big tent.

Tong Guowei said vigilantly: "Isn't the emperor going to see me? Why don't you go to the tent?"

"The emperor is on the hillside over there."

The soldier pointed, and there was indeed a bright yellow figure on the hillside in the distance.

Standing beside him was a general in battle robe, who seemed to be Fei Yanggu.

Tong Guowei nodded and followed the soldiers towards that place.

On the hillside, the emperor turned his back to him, and the corner of his robe was blown up by the autumn wind.

Fei Yanggu first saw Tong Guowei, bowed towards the emperor, and then retreated.

The soldiers leading the way also retreated.

Tong Guowei paid a respectful visit, "The minister kowtowed to the emperor. The emperor recovered from his illness, it is really God's blessing, and the minister is finally relieved. Congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor!"

"Be flat."

The emperor didn't look back, his eyes were far away, still looking into the distance.

Tong Guowei stood behind him, not daring to speak first.

The emperor asked him to come here today, he was afraid that there was something urgent to say, if he was not careful, his life might be in danger.

"Uncle, look."

The emperor suddenly spoke, and Tong Guowei shivered in shock.

The emperor actually called him, uncle.

It's been a long time since he called himself that.

Tong Guowei couldn't help but think of more than 20 years ago, when the emperor first came to the throne, he was still a child.

At that time, he was not an important minister in the court, and when others mentioned him, he was only the son of his father Tong Tulai.

Every time he entered the palace with his father, the emperor would always call him affectionately, uncle.

In the blink of an eye, the child with a baby voice becomes the king of the world who is indomitable.

Time flies too fast.

He took two steps forward and looked in the direction the emperor pointed. What he saw was a large area of ​​withered yellow, extending continuously to the end of the sky.

"When my uncle was young, did he lead an army, step across the grasslands, and see the great rivers and mountains beyond the Great Wall?"

Tong Guowei's thoughts flew back to the past. He used to fight in the north and south, and made great military achievements...

Just like Chen Wenyi today.

later……

He couldn't help frowning.

Later, he inherited his father's mantle and became an important minister in the court.

The Qing Dynasty was stable, and even if there were occasional wars, there was a good chance of winning.

He no longer led the army to fight, began to fight for power in the court, and began to fight for power and profit with cliques and private parties...

The emperor looked at him with piercing eyes, and he suddenly understood what the emperor meant.

"The old minister is guilty!"

He knelt down and kowtowed, pressing his forehead to the ground.

The emperor looked at his head bent on the ground, the braids were no longer thick, and the white hair was intertwined with it, which was particularly dazzling.

Tong Guowei is old after all.

He said lightly: "Get up, I'm not talking to my uncle as the emperor today."

"I think back then, my uncle used to be very high-spirited and fought all over the world. What a sight. Why did he lose his way in the court and chose to fight for power? I hate this most in my life. Uncle knows."

I know, of course I know.

Obai is a living example.

Tong Guowei didn't dare to get up, "When the emperor imprisoned the minister in the tent, the minister knew, and the emperor knew all the tricks that the minister and Suo'etu did. The minister was confused, and the minister was convicted!"

"It's too late to say these things now. Uncle is here, Suo'etu is in Beijing, Nalan Mingzhu, Chen Xihai... are all in Beijing."

The emperor said quietly: "I know, uncle has always been unhappy, thinking that I favor the Chen family and the Han people, don't you?"

Tong Guowei bowed his head and remained silent.

"Okay, this time I will let you see what those Han ministers you despised were doing when the Manchu ministers were seeking power and usurping the throne!"

Tong Guowei suddenly raised his head.

"Your Majesty, there is no way to justify the crime of the old minister, and the evidence of Suo'etu is even more conclusive. But does the Emperor trust Chen Xihai and the others so much? Could it be that Chen Xihai doesn't think about the imperial concubine at all? Or is it the emperor's candidate for the heir apparent... "

"The candidate for the crown prince is not the child of the imperial concubine, and there is also a decree in my secret edict to enshrine the imperial concubine as empress."

Tong Guowei sneered and said, "Your majesty, I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time. The imperial concubine has just become the queen, and she will not let other elder brothers become the crown prince!"

Which woman would not be tempted to sit in that position?

All the officials in the capital thought that the emperor was dying and the empress was the highest person in power. How could they just watch the sons of other concubines sit on the throne?

"The emperor has refused to be a queen for so many years, isn't it because he is afraid that the power of the harem will interfere with the government? The queen can make people ambitious, whether it is the queen herself or the queen's mother family, the imperial concubine is no exception, and Chen Xihai is no exception. exception."

He spoke with certainty, with an air of confidence.

After going through the two dynasties from the first emperor to the current emperor, some of Tong Guowei's judgments naturally have his reasons.

The emperor laughed lightly.

"In that case, uncle will make a bet with me."

The emperor stretched out his hand and pulled Tong Guowei up from the ground.

"How does the emperor want to bet?"

"If the imperial concubine tampers with the secret edict, or does not respect the secret edict to welcome other princes, then I will not hold you and Suo'etu accountable. If there is any change in the imperial concubine or Chen Xihai... then I will lose gone."

Tong Guowei regained some confidence and bowed to the emperor, "Old minister, thank you for your kindness."

He said it like he had won.

The emperor raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"If you lose, then don't blame me for doing business properly, and deal with it as a crime."

Doing business in an official manner and punishing him as a crime was the punishment Tong Guowei deserved.

He has already prepared.

"Yes, the old minister never dares to complain about the emperor, he should be punished as he should."

At least, he still has a glimmer of life.

The irony is that this time his vitality is not tied to Suo'etu and Erbeile, but to Chen Xihai.

Chen Xihai, Chen Xihai, if you are really a loyal minister who is unmoved by the wealth and wealth...

Then I, Tong Guowei, would like to gamble and admit defeat.

After the soldiers left with Tong Guowei, the emperor couldn't help muttering to himself.

If Tong Guowei knew, Chen Wenxin would have been told the news of his recovery long ago. I don't know if he would be so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.

(End of this chapter)