Chapter 292 The arrow is on the string

Chapter 292 The arrow is on the string

The person who will accompany the prince to the imperial mausoleum to worship his ancestors has been decided.

In theory, the Li family bloodline is not restricted by the imperial mausoleum, so we can just let a few high-level cultivators in. The Li family has been spreading for hundreds of years, so there must be a few masters.

But the prince didn't dare, because he didn't know which branch belonged to his brothers, and these family members were more dangerous than outsiders at this time.

Therefore, apart from the little Taoist priest, he only brought a close relative from the Chang'an Academy and three nobles who were originally under the influence of the Eastern Palace.

Nine monks can enter the imperial mausoleum, but there are three members of the Li family who are monks and they must go in, so there are only six places left for the prince.

Six are enough. Even if the remaining three join forces, they are no match for the six of them.

Six people in the sixth level of heaven should be invincible in the imperial mausoleum.

As long as he completes the ancestor worship and accepts their blessings, after he truly sits on the throne, his cultivation will reach the perfection of the external scene in a very short time, and then he only needs one opportunity to directly break through the internal scene. At that time, he only needs to let the underworld hold Li Li back, and he can destroy the academy alone with the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

The prince clenched his fists tightly, the future was full of hope.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month, and Chen Yuanwai organized two more training sessions. The direction of the training was centered on Zhao Yushu's argument that the prince had entered the game with his own body and staked his personal honor and disgrace in order to win half of the southeast. They madly attacked the other party's inaction in the southeast and their incompetence in the Red Lotus rebellion in Jiangnan, and tried to highlight one general point: the prince was not perfect, but he was much better than you bunch of trash.

Then, when the situation is going well, the prince will step out to mediate, declaring that they are all family members, and as long as everyone works together to overcome the difficulties, when Jiangnan is peaceful in the future, everyone will go back to be their own free and easy princes, and all the grudges will be put aside with a smile, as they are brothers after all.

Give a sweet date after a beating, which is a very standard way to rule subordinates. Then Zhao Yushu, no, Bai Jintang, this meritorious official will be appreciated by the new emperor and enjoy great glory for a short period of time. At the highest point, a small mistake of Bai Jintang will be suddenly caught by the censors, and the emperor, with a face full of regret, will demote him to the bottom and throw him out to vent his anger.

The real winner is the prince, and staunch princelings like Chen Yuanwai and Zheng Pan.

However, Zhao Yushu didn't care about these things. There was no chance for things to get to that point. After he defeated the opponent and got the chance to follow the prince into the imperial mausoleum to worship, Bai Jintang's identity would disappear.

The prince is also going to disappear.

The bells rang and a new January arrived.

Zhao Yushu opened his eyes in the living room, packed his clothes, walked out of the courtyard into the scorching summer sun, and locked the door solemnly.

I will never come back to this courtyard again.

The wolf girl nodded at him in seclusion, put on a sunshade hat with hanging gauze, and followed the crowd out of Chang'an.

Zhao Yushu carried a long sword across his shoulder and walked slowly towards Taiji Palace, which was the gathering point.

The long sword will be taken away soon, but it will not affect his ability to deepen the stereotype of the prince in the end.

Mr. Chen had already retired. Although his rank was not high enough for such an occasion, his reputation was great enough. In addition, he was the prince's man, so he led the team and followed the large army to Taizu's mausoleum.

The sacrifice will begin tomorrow, but the Tang Dynasty advocates martial arts, so men are not allowed to ride horses or sedan chairs and can only walk. Women, except the empress dowager and other concubines, have to walk even to receive imperial edicts. Therefore, they must set out a day in advance, arrive before sunset, and then camp outside the mausoleum, and go in to worship early the next morning.

This has cost many people their lives, especially the elderly who have difficulty walking. If they hadn't had the support of young people, they would have had to die before they could even get out of the city.

Zhao Yushu and several other teammates were at the back of the main group. At the front of the team was Zheng Pan supporting Chen Yuanwai, and the prince was at the front where he could not be seen.

Along the way, monks kept patrolling back and forth, sweeping their spiritual power across the long team again and again to eliminate any potential threats.

Zhao Yushu counted and found that at least a dozen cultivators had come to inspect in the open that day, including a General Neijing who had already recovered, and there must be at least three more Neijing in the dark, the old eunuch, the messenger from the underworld, and Wan Qiming.

Fortunately, he took action inside the imperial mausoleum, otherwise he wouldn't even have the chance to get close to the prince.

Zhao Yushu didn't say a word along the way. Zheng Pan thought he was too nervous, so he came to comfort him during the break. The other companions, those in white like him, were mostly envious and jealous, while the children from aristocratic families looked at him with a gloating look.

Zhao Yushu responded to all the gazes with silence, finished his dinner in silence, and fell asleep in the tent that had been set up by the front army in silence. He did nothing and thought nothing.

At dawn the next day, the team entered the tomb of Emperor Taizu. The prince performed a very grand worship, but there was no debate here. Everything had to wait until the tomb of Emperor Taizong.

After a day's rest, the team set out again the next day and took a whole day to reach Taizong's Mausoleum. Zhao Yushu looked at the familiar military town and let out a long sigh.

The battle is about to begin.

The campfire was lit, and the prince sat in the big tent, silently stroking the scroll in his hand.

As soon as tomorrow is over, his throne as emperor will be decided. Should he keep or destroy this painting?

If he stayed, he was always worried that the god-like figure would suddenly break out of the painting one day, and perhaps bring his father out with him.

If it were destroyed, the Li Tang royal family would lose one of the most powerful heavenly treasures, and would no longer have an overwhelming advantage over other cultivators.

Even if you are the supreme emperor in the world, you can't have everything you want.

The prince sighed and put the scroll back into his arms.

Li Jian sat in his tent with an expressionless face. Yelu Yan never came to see him since that incident, and the little eunuch also disappeared. As smart as he was, he immediately realized that the plan had failed.

What's even more tragic is that after the plan failed, no one even came to tell me what had happened.

His own usefulness seemed to have disappeared along with the little eunuch.

Beside his tent, several other princes were gathered together to discuss matters. They did not even avoid the Crown Prince, and of course did not bring himself with them.

Perhaps Zhao Yushu was right. I shouldn't have any thoughts about the throne. Maybe what my father said was just talk, and he might have said it to more than just me.

Li Jian lowered his head, and suddenly wanted to see Zhao Yushu again, have a drink with him, chat with him, and then tell him that he planned to ask the new emperor for an imperial decree to visit Jiangnan after the sacrifice ceremony tomorrow.

But he has already escaped back to the academy.

It's the last night, there shouldn't be any surprises.

Zhao Yushu suddenly opened his eyes.

The rumbling of horse hooves woke up the entire camp.

The Longwu armies on both sides treated the situation as a formidable enemy and formed their battle formations as quickly as possible.

This is the outskirts of Chang'an, this is the imperial mausoleum. Who dares to make such a noise in the middle of the night?

More than a dozen monks rushed out of the camp and flew away quickly.

The prince walked out of the tent with a grim face and looked at the fire dragon approaching rapidly at the foot of the mountain.

"Prince Fu, Li Jilong, requests an audience with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"