NFBE Chapter 211 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 26
Chapter 211 Father, Your Majesty, I Request You to Abdicate 26
At night, a figure rushed out from the sky above Mu Mansion like a bird and headed straight towards Prince Jing's Mansion.
In Prince Jing's mansion, all the mechanisms seemed to be hidden in the darkness, paving a smooth and secure road for visitors.
The visitor straightened his clothes in front of the study and then walked in. King Jing was already sitting at the desk waiting.
"Have you got the marching map?" Seeing the person coming in, King Jing did not hesitate and went straight to the point.
"I will live up to your trust." Mu Huasui handed a scroll to King Jing with a serious look on his face, but hesitated to speak.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you hesitating? I haven't seen you for a few days. Why have you become so fussy?" King Jing frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied. He thought to himself: There hasn't been any major changes in the Mu family recently.
"I accidentally bumped into the eldest princess's carriage today. The eldest princess..." Having said this, he suddenly stopped talking, not knowing whether to continue.
"Hmm?" Prince Jing was a little puzzled. "The princess acted with the permission of His Majesty. What else is there?" He brushed it off lightly.
"Your Majesty, has you already chosen a consort for the eldest princess?" Mu Huasui suddenly changed the subject and looked straight at King Jing.
"Lin'an is young, and His Majesty wants to keep her for a few more years. Do you have any ideas?" King Jing became suspicious.
Could it be that he felt that his ladder was not strong enough and wanted to climb up to the rich and powerful? He had better give up this inappropriate idea as soon as possible.
"Yes." Mu Huasui's face was respectful, without any emotion visible.
"What have you not seen? How could you be blind at such a young age?" Someone actually liked Lin'an's tomboyish looks? King Jing was very surprised.
"The princess is talented in both civil and military affairs, and has a kind nature. If I can gain her favor, I will treat her as my life." Mu Huasui suppressed his restless hands and secretly reminded himself that the person in front of him was King Jing, a royal relative, and an adult, and he must not be hit.
"Lin'an is indeed outstanding." King Jing looked at Mu Huasui thoughtfully, thinking that with his small body, he might not be able to withstand a few hits from Lin'an. However, he heard that Lin'an's kung fu was not bad.
"I don't have a homosexual tendency, so please don't talk nonsense, Your Highness." Mu Huasui noticed King Jing's gaze looking him up and down, his face turned dark, and he said through gritted teeth.
"Do I have a homosexual tendency? What are you looking at me with?" King Jing's face turned ashen in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that Mu Huasui was a capable general, he really wanted to teach Mu Huasui a lesson and let him know what it means to be beaten to a pulp!
"Your Majesty, I just thought of some bad things." Mu Huasui forced himself to change his words, but he felt a little regretful in his heart. If only he had chosen to be an official in the court.
"You have done a great job this time. I will recommend your achievement to His Majesty. It is getting late. Let's go back." King Jing said.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Mu Huasui bowed and slowly stepped back.
He climbed over the high wall and disappeared without a trace like a flying bird. King Jing turned and walked into the inner room, looked at the servant who was serving him, and ordered: "Call me at dawn."
Mu Huasui returned to the Mu Mansion with a frosty face. He indifferently threw the black nightgown into the brazier, then sat quietly in front of the table, staring at the red dress placed on the table.
It seemed as if the aroma of the burning in the carriage still lingered on it. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a sarcastic smile, "Prince consort? Until the last moment, who can know the outcome?"
At three o'clock in the morning, the ministers entered the palace for a court meeting. There were open and covert struggles and intrigues in the court. The noise was louder than that in a vegetable market. There was always an illusion that whoever had the loudest voice was more polite.
Emperor Cheng'an supported his forehead with one hand, leaned lazily on the dragon throne, and irritably threw the memorials on the table in front of his ministers.
"I don't want to hear any more nonsense. All of you will be fined three years' salary!" Then he stood up and walked to the back.
Seeing this, Su Qin gave a look of understanding, then quickly followed in small steps.
"Dismiss the court!" A sharp voice sounded, and the ministers looked at each other, looking for someone to vent their anger on. They stared angrily at the two people in the front and rushed over quickly. "Your Majesty, can't I hit you now? Your Majesty will hit you if I don't hit you anymore! What's the matter?"
His salary? ! A group of generals swarmed forward.
When he reached the door, Emperor Cheng'an turned around, took a look at the farce in the palace, and slowly raised the corners of his lips. His smile contained a hint of mockery and coldness that disappeared in a flash.
Looking at Su Qin, "You just said that King Jing is here?"
"Your Highness Prince Jing entered the palace at noon." Su Qin bowed respectfully, "I arranged for him to have dinner in the East Warm Pavilion."
Inside the east warm pavilion, Prince Jing was savoring the delicacies prepared by the Shangshen Bureau with gusto, and was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.
He hadn't tasted this for many years and decided to come here more often. When he keenly heard the footsteps behind him, he wiped his lips and drank the last mouthful of porridge.
He turned around and bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, your humble servant has greeted you."
"No need to be polite, please sit down." Emperor Cheng'an walked to the side without stopping, with a chill in his body, and sat down, then ordered, "Serve the meal."
"Yes." Su Qin conveyed the order to the young eunuch.
Soon, the table between Emperor Cheng'an and Prince Jing was filled with food. There were nine kinds of porridge alone, not to mention other things.
"Let's talk later if you have anything to say." He raised his hand to stop King Jing. Emperor Cheng'an felt that if he let him speak, he would not be able to eat.
"Here." King Jing responded, and his chopsticks quickly reached for the side dishes, his face full of happiness. They smelled so good.
Watching Prince Jing eating, Emperor Cheng'an suddenly felt a little hungry. He handed the empty bowl to Su Qin, indicating that he should add another half bowl.
After using it, Su Qin arranged for someone to clean up the table.
"What brings me to the palace today?" He drank a sip of Biluochun tea.
"Royal brother, look at this!" Prince Jing could not hide his excitement when he mentioned this, and he carefully handed the scroll containing the marching map to Emperor Cheng'an as if he was presenting a treasure.
And he rubbed his hands subconsciously, wondering if he could take a break.
"Hmm?" A hint of suspicion that was barely noticeable flashed across Emperor Cheng'an's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
He slowly reached out to take the scroll, seemingly casually unfolded it and glanced at it, but then he sat up straight.
His expression became serious: "Where did you get this thing? Is it authentic?"
"Don't worry, my royal brother. I paid a huge price to obtain this, even at the cost of sacrificing several Ming guards that I have carefully cultivated for many years.
As long as the other party has not noticed and has not changed it, this marching map is absolutely accurate!" King Jing's words revealed a bit of complacency and pride, and he was full of confidence in his own achievements.
"Well done!" Emperor Cheng'an raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gave affirmation and praise generously.
King Jing's eyes flashed with joy. Did his brother praise him? His attention was completely off the track and he was not focusing on the main business at all.
"When the news about Mo Gewei reaches the capital tomorrow, it will be the best time for us to act."
At this moment, Emperor Cheng'an looked at the huge sand table map hanging opposite, and did not hide his burning desire and ambition - this vast world has only one master!
He wanted Lin'an's words "All under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects" to no longer be just empty words! He wanted the light of his great Qin to shine across the nine states, so that all the big and small countries would submit to him, and his people would live and work in peace and contentment!
"Royal brother, what you said is very true. I think the generals can't wait any longer." Those are all military merits!
"You've waited for six years, and you still care about a day or two?" Emperor Cheng'an teased, walking to the sand table with a burning gaze.
"It's my fault." King Jing touched the back of his head, stood aside and looked at the sand table. With so much land, which one should he attack first?