Chapter 870: Sword Soldier

When Your Majesty passed away, the princes and ministers of Quanzhou were not asleep all night. Chen Ao sat alone in the side hall for two hours. Everyone cried as they should. Headed by Zhao Zong, dozens of people found Chen Ao and sat down separately. The most urgent task at the moment is to manage the funeral and issue the last order.

Some of them are truly sad and some are ulterior motives, but they all know that the entire Song Dynasty will undergo earth-shaking changes from now on.

Zhao Zong's grief had not passed yet, and he was in a daze. However, the King of Qi and others finally came to their senses and knew that there was still something to do. The King of Qi took a sip of tea and asked Chen Ao: "When His Majesty was dying, he left His Highness alone by his side. I wonder if there was a last word?"

In the eyes of everyone, since Your Majesty has left a pride, he must have important instructions. So when the King of Qi asked, many people had already raised their ears.

Chen Ao complained in his heart, and he couldn't tell the King of Qi that His Majesty said the three words "Wanshou Gang" at the end of his life!

Chen Ao was silent for a moment, took a breath, and said seriously: "Your Majesty said at the time of his death: Prince Zhao Heng is kind and filial, smart and free-spirited. He should follow the teachings of his ancestors, follow everyone's wishes, and ascend to the throne. Let him do good deeds and do not criticize him. My funeral follows the old rules and exchanges for the emperor. He will take off his mourning clothes in twenty-seven days, worship me with vegetarian dishes, and do not prohibit folk entertainment and marriage. He has been succeeded to the throne until now, and all the ministers who were convicted for admonitions will be found to be officials, those who die will be given pensions, those who are locked in prison will be released and those who are locked up in prison will be restored. Those alchemists and Taoists, who want to find out their sins, deal with them according to law, and those who are seeking God and other absurd things will be stopped. The people in the world are rich and difficult. Those who are rich and noble must be restrained, and those who are suffering need to be compensated. If there is a disaster, the court will punish the sun and not miss it..."

Chen Ao suddenly said something big, but in fact he didn't even know what he was saying. Halfway through the words, King Qi and others cried in a low voice, saying, "Your Majesty is sick and can't even think about the people. I can't wait for it if it is saintly and wise and kind."

After saying that, he cried again. As for the matter, there was no time to discuss the funeral. However, Wu Wencai in the corner kept winking at Chen Ao. Chen Ao glanced at him and knew that he had something to say, so he left the side hall. Wu Wencai also followed him out. Chen Ao called Yang Jian to arrange a quiet small hall and go in with Wu Wencai. Wu Wencai said impatiently: "Your Majesty has passed away. Please mourn your throne. Do you want to start planning your funeral?"

Chen Ao said lightly: "What funeral?"

Wu Wencai said: "The lower official has an idea..." He stared at Chen Ao and said word by word: "If the will is now issued, proclaiming that His Majesty has passed away and the prince is far away in Bianjing, he will definitely ascend the throne as soon as possible. At that time, the prince is the emperor and His Highness is just the prince. I am afraid that the outcome will be unpredictable. Why not secretly stop the funeral, and mobilize the world's army to attack from all sides, surround Bianjing, and force the prince..."

Chen Ao's face was ashamed. Before Wu Wencai finished speaking, he scolded: "Nothing!" Chen Ao was obviously very angry and couldn't help but pick up the teacup on the table and throw it at Wu Wencai's feet.

Wu Wencai was shocked and said without possession: "The official was killed."

Chen Ao looked at Wu Wencai coldly and said, "Your Majesty will die and not be mourned. What should you do if your corpse is done? The funeral must not be abandoned. You should quickly send your corpse to Bianjing and go to the imperial tomb for burial. This is one of them. The second is to mobilize the Western Xia, Khitan, and the navy's army and horses to force the palace. The world will inevitably fall into war. How can you and I bear it? Are you trying to imitate the Eight Kings Rebellion? If things are not final, you must not use any rash weapons, especially the Western Xia, Khitan army and horses..."

Chen Ao's words are not without reason. Once he takes action, no matter how high-sounding reason he has, it is a rebellion, which is to force everyone to the prince. What's more, when the Khitan army horses appear in the Western Xia Dynasty, it will inevitably arouse the disgust of the people of the world. At that time, the situation will only be out of control.

The most important thing is that the palace chaos is the palace chaos, but Chen Ao is unacceptable to let Zhao Ji's corpse accompany him to suffer. This is Chen Ao's bottom line. If it touches this bottom line, Chen Ao will never agree.

As for whether others say they are pedantic or stupid, Chen Ao doesn't care about so much.

Wu Wencai originally thought that Chen Ao's wisdom would not not understand the benefits of doing so, and also thought that the opinions he put forward would definitely be exchanged for Chen Ao's recognition. Unexpectedly, Chen Ao refused completely, which made him lose his mind for a moment. He had to smile bitterly: "What Your Highness said makes sense, but once the mourning comes, the prince will ascend the throne on the day of his life, I'm afraid..."

Chen Ao said lightly: "Let him go, I just need to support the coffin and enter the capital. So what if he is the emperor? I am not afraid of him."

Wu Wencai said in surprise: "How many military horses will your highness bring to the coffin to Beijing?"

Chen Ao said: "Three thousand is enough."

Wu Wencai fell down and said, "No, when you enter the capital, you will be in the den of a dragon's pond. How can Your Highness do such a thing that your relatives are happy with their enemies? Even if you don't mobilize the Khitan and the Western Xia army, why not assemble the navy and then echo with Tong Guantong's eunuch. Quanzhou raises and allocates food and grass, leads the army under the city of Bianjing and forces the prince to submit."

Chen Ao shook his head sadly, suddenly sighed, and said, "Mr. Wu, I am angry with you just now, but I can't control myself. Lord. Wu is for the sake of my goodness, but I have my own considerations. It is not wrong to have 400,000 troops and horses from the Sanbian and Navy, but don't forget that there are more than 100,000 imperial guards in Bianjing, and there are 300,000 border troops in Daming Mansion and other places, plus hundreds of thousands of troops in various places. There are so many people, I am not saying that the power of the navy cannot make them submit. But once a war begins, I The Song Dynasty will fall apart immediately. How can you and I bear it? What's more, once the army is launched, the prince will take over the righteousness. By then, you and I will be the sinners of the Song Dynasty. Instead of this, let me deal with this matter alone. You may be able to say that I am stupid, but a gentleman has something to do, and even if he does something to do, he has something to do, even if he does something to do, he has something to do, and even if he does not do something to do, he can't do it. In the current situation, let me go to Bianjing and fight with the prince."

Wu Wencai couldn't say anything, but said worriedly: "I'm afraid that the prince will do it first. When I arrive in Bianjing, it may not be what Your Highness said."

Chen Ao smiled faintly and said, "When he arrived in Bianjing, it was not his only decision. OK, Lord Wu, now it is urgent to restrain His Majesty's corpse immediately. Three days later, I will support the coffin to Bianjing to take care of the funeral, and ask Lord Wu."

Wu Wencai responded, and Chen Ao returned to the side hall. Zhao Zong and others finally came to their senses at this time. Seeing Chen Ao back, they all raised the funeral. Chen Ao responded and comforted everyone, "I have ordered people to issue a will to Bianjing. Three days later, everyone will follow me to support the coffin and enter the capital. Your Majesty's funeral will naturally be done."

Zhao Zong nodded, and sat down with a rare treacherous look on his face, "Okay, that's it. I will hold the coffin with Chen Ao, and put the rest aside for the time being."

However, many princes and princes saw Chen Ao curiously looking at Chen Ao. They felt it was incredible. These people were old foxes, of course they knew that the dispute between the Auxiliary and the Prince had reached a white-hot stage. For the Auxiliary, only by keeping a funeral in secret can you get the greatest benefit. Chen Ao's actions are tantamount to announcing that he has no strange intentions. This makes people confused. Doesn't the Auxiliary and the Prince know that even if he has no strange intentions, the Prince must be eliminated and quick?

Chen Ao stayed until dawn before sleeping in the palace for a while. When he woke up, An Ning and others had arrived and were crying at the temporary mourning hall.

Chen Ao went over, knelt beside An Ning, whispering comfort, but he was thinking in his heart that An Ning was comforting, but who would comfort me? He felt even more melancholy. Thinking of the voice, appearance and smile of the dead, he couldn't help but feel sad. He cried with An Ning, and then wiped his tears and helped An Ning out.

Chen Ao did not leave the palace for three consecutive days, and asked people to go back to get the clothes. Although Yang Jian and others were naturally arranged for funerals, they felt that they were indifferent in the past few days, and they always felt empty and had something missing. After three days of confusion, the coffin was ready. The coffin was extremely huge, with a total of nine levels inside and outside, weighing a thousand pounds. Therefore, a carriage and horse were specially made for transportation. As for the guards entering the capital, they had already chosen, and the princes and ministers were ready to set off.

When Chen Ao woke up on the fourth day, he remembered that he was about to set off today. Finally, he was excited. He went to the mourning hall first and then knelt blankly for a while, and finally started to set off in his mourning clothes.

When the emperor's coffin appeared on the long street, Quanzhou was also filled with sorrow. Many people knelt beside the road, and it was bustling, which comforted Chen Ao. Chen Ao thought to himself: If His Majesty really knew about it, and if there were so many people who remembered him, he would be able to smile.

Since Zhao Ji ascended the throne, he had political deterioration and treacherous ministers were in power. Since then, the uprisings in various places have continued, especially the Fang La Uprising, which was even more magnificent. However, for Suhang and Quanzhou, Zhao Ji was indeed a good emperor. He appointed Chen Ao, clarified the maritime affairs, expanded the maritime trade, and made Suhang and Quanzhou prosperous one day, and more than one million beneficiaries? Cai Jing's actions were recorded on Zhao Ji, but Chen Ao's actions were not recorded on Zhao Ji. It was because of this wise emperor who appointed wise ministers to clarify maritime affairs that everyone's life today. In addition, after the death of the emperor, the maritime affairs were still unresolved, and the new king had a faint sense of deposition that everyone remembered Zhao Ji even more.
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