Chapter 864: Too unkind

Zhao Ji kept coughing, which scared the eunuchs quickly took the spittoon. Chen Ao took a silk squid and gently placed it beside his mouth. After he spitted out bloody phlegm, threw it into the spittoon, and wiped his mouth again. Zhao Ji calmed down and lay down again, looking at Chen Ao with a faint look, saying word by word: "Can the prince become a country?"

Zhao Ji's words always contain distrust of Zhao Heng.

But Chen Ao could feel the desire in Zhao Ji's eyes, as if he was eager to give him the answer.

Chen Ao has two choices. If he shakes his head, it will inevitably disappoint Zhao Ji. Nodding is a relief to Zhao Ji. As for other things, Chen Ao can no longer care about so much. No matter what honor, disgrace and power, this is not something he cares about now.

Chen Ao answered firmly: "The prince is not as good as his Majesty, but he is the master of the success, and he is enough to entrust him."

Zhao Ji's face indeed showed a gratitude smile, and he held Chen Ao with thin hands: "I don't want to establish a prince, but the road is already in full swing. It's too late. If the prince ascends the throne, you must tolerate it. I know you, you love to make trouble, you can't stand the anger of others. After I let go, you need to remember that the prince is not me, be careful in everything, don't touch his reverse scale, otherwise I will be uneasy in the spring. The King of Jin and others can take the vassal as you want. If the Queen Mother is willing, he can also let him leave the palace and be supported by the King of Jin... The third prince..."

Speaking of Zhao Kai, a trace of worry flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes: "The third prince Zhao Kai is the most similar to me. I am so doting that I even had the idea of ​​Yi Chu. Now I think it really hurt him..."

Chen Aoyan...

Zhao Ji forced a smile and said, "If I die, remember to burn a few paintings for me at this time of year. I have been paintings for my whole life, but I always feel that I lack some heat and always a little bit less..."

Chen Ao said: "I will collect famous paintings from all over the world for your Majesty to read them."

Zhao Ji couldn't help laughing, but his emotions were ups and downs, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and said, "Okay, good... all famous paintings in the world are called Wanshougang..."

Your sister... Chen Ao was so sad at this time that he couldn't help but swear in his heart. In the past, the flower stone gang had not had enough fun. At this time, he was still thinking about Wanshou Gang, "I'm not moral, you are not moral, you."

However, Chen Ao immediately became depressed. Cai Jing and others organized him the birthday gift and the flower stone gift. This was called flattery. However, his Wanshou Tuan could only be regarded as a kind of remembrance. Although this Wanshou Tuan was expensive, Chen Ao nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhao Ji laughed: "In addition, there are copybooks. What I regret the most is that I cannot find Wang Youjun's "Onshu Tie". After I die, you must search carefully."

Chen Ao's face was already a little embarrassed, and he coughed a few times: "I know... I know..."

Zhao Ji said: "In this way, I can rest in peace. But now I am thinking about what posthumous title will be given to me in the future. In fact, I know that I will first appoint the treacherous minister Cai Jing, squander excessively, and ignore state affairs..."

Chen Ao quickly interrupted him and said, "Your Majesty's posthumous title is not a martial arts, but a martial arts can carry the way. Wushou can determine the country, so your Majesty does not need to worry."

When Zhao Ji heard this, his eyes lit up: "It's better to call Emperor 'Sage, Benevolence, Deity, and Filial Piety and Yunwu'."

Chen Ao no longer felt so sad, and seriously discussed with Zhao Ji: "Why not call it 'Xianyuan's succession and virtue, Dinggong, Qin, Wen, Rui, Qi Sheng, Zhao Xiao'?"

Zhao Ji's face suddenly changed: "This is the posthumous title of the late emperor!" He turned pale in anger and coughed desperately.

Chen Ao was speechless for a moment and hurriedly said, "I asked why I was so familiar and blurted out at once. It turned out to be the posthumous title of the late emperor..."

Zhao Ji said: "Think about it again."

Chen Ao pondered for a moment and said, "If you have it, why not call it 'Hetian Hong, civil and military, wisdom, wise, wise, thrifty, filial piety, integrity, and merits and great success of the emperor'?"

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up and said, "This is great, but this posthumous title is highly valued by the word "ren". It's not good. I am fair to be filial, so naturally it's better to value filial piety."

Chen Ao was speechless. This guy was even bargaining. In fact, in this era, filial piety is the first of all virtues, and it is more advanced than the word Ren. The so-called filial piety is the first of all virtues. Although the word Ren is cool enough, the word Xiao is the most eye-catching. In all dynasties, most of the evaluations of Emperor Xiao in later generations were higher than those of Emperor Ren and Emperor Wu.

Chen Ao looked bitter and had to say, "That's the memory of thinking about it." He racked his brains and said, "If you have it, it's called 'Respectful to Tianchang and Jianzhong, the Emperor of Civil and Military, Martial Arts, Martial Arts, Benevolence, Trust, Resolute, Resolute, and Sincerity and Filial Piety'."

Zhao Ji said excitedly: "It's this, hurry up, write it down with a pen, don't forget."

Chen Ao said as he spoke, so he had to ask someone to take a pen and write down the posthumous title that made him cramp. Zhao Ji said with relief: "In this way, I can rest in peace."

Chen Ao thought to himself that it was Wanshougang first, and then the posthumous title, which was torment me, the undead. However, when Zhao Ji was so sick, Chen Ao rarely showed a broad mind and said heavily: "Your Majesty's instructions, I will complete it even if I try my best to do my life."

The posthumous title of an emperor is usually discussed by the officials of the rituals and then asked the new emperor to decide. Although he would praise the achievements of the previous emperor, most of them still uphold justice. Therefore, if Zhao Ji is given such a posthumous title, there will definitely be someone who opposes it. Even Zhao Heng may not be willing to nod. It is conceivable how difficult it will be for Chen Ao to resist the public's opinions at that time.

Zhao Ji's face improved a little and said to Chen Ao: "Thank you for your hard work. I'm thinking of another thing now."

Chen Ao felt his facial muscles twitching, and he really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Zhao Ji said: "Can the calligraphy and paintings I have kept be buried with you?"

Zhao Ji's private hiding is a lot in the inner treasury, almost covering the calligraphy and paintings of famous masters of all dynasties. However, after Zhao Ji's death, these calligraphy and paintings naturally became Zhao Heng's. These calligraphy and paintings were priceless. It would be fine if they were just one or two, but hundreds or thousands of Zhao Heng would definitely refuse. In fact, Zhao Ji's unfair request was that Chen Ao felt that Chen Ao was inappropriate. Chen Ao thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, it is better to circulate it in the world than to bury him with him. It is better to compile a picture album for Your Majesty, select thirty masterpieces, and then print them with paintings from all generations. How about the world collecting them?"

Zhao Ji thought about it and thought it was a very decent thing, so he said, "Okay, okay."

Zhao Ji was too excited just now, and gradually became a little dazed. Chen Ao waited patiently for him to fall asleep, and then he breathed out like a mother who had finished coaxing the child. He came from the bedroom. Yang Jian leaned out and said, "How?"

Chen Ao smiled bitterly: "What else can you do? Lord Taishan takes good care of you here, I will come again tomorrow."

Yang Jian nodded and sent Chen Ao out. He happened to see the car of King Jin coming again. King Jin poked his head out of the car and seemed a little depressed. When he saw Chen Ao, he said in surprise: "Chen Ao is back."

Chen Ao walked to the car and said, "Where is Your Highness going?"

King Zhao Zong of Jin wanted to cry without tears and said, "I want to go and see the emperor, but the emperor will not see me no matter what."

Chen Ao sighed: "Your Majesty is tired, you have already rested. Let's come back next time."

Zhao Zong shook his head and said, "Stop, you were here, I insisted on treating you to some wine and wash your dust, but now..." Zhao Zong sighed with a rare sigh: "I really don't have this interest, so let's leave."

Chen Ao didn't have this interest and parted ways with Zhao Zong. The closest to this palace was the Haizheng Yamen. Chen Ao walked over, and the Haizheng Yamen was very solemn. When the door saw Chen Ao coming, he immediately went to inform him. After a while, Wu Wencai quickly came.

Chen Ao held his hands and said in a heavy tone: "Look for a place to accompany me to have tea."

Wu Wencai led Chen Ao to a side room in the yamen and asked the clerk to take Wuyi tea. Chen Ao took a sip and said, "This tea is really bitter."

Wu Wencai said: "Your Highness, suffering comes from the heart. It is not the bitterness of this tea, but the bitterness of your Highness."

Chen Ao looked up and smiled and cursed, "You can still speak Zen. You are right. It's not that tea is bitter, but that things are changing." After that, he put down the tea cup and said to Wu Wencai, "I just saw Lord Wu looking like he wanted to speak but stopped. Could it be that he had something to say to me?"

Wu Wencai was sitting in a dangerous position and said, "Your Highness is in danger..."

Chen Ao said lightly: "I am in danger all the time, so there is no need to say any alarmist words."

Wu Wencai shook his head and said, "Have you read the weekly magazine in Quanzhou?"

Chen Ao said: "Know something."

Wu Wencai sighed: "Your Highness wants to be a loyal minister, how could Wu not know about this? But the situation is now unwilling tolerate Your Highness. Not to mention the prince, the weekly magazines in various places, the merchants behind these weekly magazines, as well as the aristocratic families in Jiangnan, Fujian, Guangnan and other roads, are now secretly active. A famous scholar named Zhao Zhijing has formed a chalk of sea commerce and contacted thousands of sects, merchants and scholars, spreading news everywhere that after the emperor dies, the palace descends to preside over the overall situation of the world. In addition, there are many inappropriate remarks among the navy. A few days ago, there was a resident of the navy camp who actually said in front of Ma's face that the world is not the auxiliary king, and Ma's prefect was shocked at that time. Fortunately, these words were said in front of Ma's prefect. If they were said in front of others, they would probably have heard it."
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