Chapter 293 No obvious rebellious intention?

Chapter 293 No obvious rebellious intention?

This shout was made by a master using his spiritual power. It spanned more than ten miles of mountain roads and echoed throughout the entire camp.

The Crown Prince was almost bitten to pieces. He had been focusing all his energy on his brothers and completely forgot that there was a King with a Single Character, his own uncle, the main force behind his actions in the southeast, the Prince of Fu, who occupied one of the two capitals.

Why do I instinctively not think about him?

It was very simple, because no one around him mentioned him deliberately, and everyone was constantly analyzing with him which brother was the most dangerous and which military general in the capital was the most suspicious.

And I ignored the Prince of Fu, who should not be ignored no matter what.

He didn't even ask for permission to attend the ceremony!

And on the night before the ancestor worship, this man brought at least 3,000 cavalry and suddenly appeared at Taizong's mausoleum in a mighty and secretive manner, without even raising the alarm at Tongguan.

Zhao Yushu finally knew what the princess, who appeared and disappeared at unknown time, had done during the month when he was busy in Chang'an.

She made the words "Prince Fu" disappear in Chang'an.

Then Prince Fu showed up when no one was prepared for him.

The prince's qualifications for succession to the throne suddenly became less stable, and even shaky. As for the other younger princes, they all became a joke.

Zhao Yushu felt that he had become a joke. The words he had said to build momentum for the prince were somewhat vulnerable in front of Prince Fu. It became an unknown whether he could successfully follow into the imperial mausoleum.

Which prince does Prince Fu want to support? Or does he have his own ideas?

The prince's face was gloomy and he was slow to respond to Prince Fu's request for a meeting.

Until that voice sounded again.

"Xuan!" The prince turned around angrily and walked back to the tent. I am in the sixth heaven and he is a mortal. At worst, I can just slap him to death with one palm!

Zhao Yushu was not as angry as the prince, and he didn't even have time to feel disappointed. He immediately returned to the tent, thinking about all the situations that might happen tomorrow and his own response strategies.

No matter what, he must find a way to get close to the prince. No matter what, he must get the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains from him, and then find a way to give it to the wolf girl.

As for those thousands of soldiers and horses, according to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, except for the princes guarding the border, other princes had only a few hundred guards at most. Where did these cavalry come from?

If it was the troops of Dongduwei, Zhao Yushu touched his chin. He remembered that Liu Jijiu had told him that General Cao of Dongduwei was one of their own. Could it be that the academy had cooperated with Prince Fu?

But the troops of the Dongdu Guard were not enough to do anything. Chang'an was guarded by at least 30,000 to 50,000 standing troops. Zhao Yushu had long guessed that Prince Fu would rebel, so he did not expect that Prince Fu would come directly to Chang'an at this time, which was tantamount to taking himself as a hostage.

Did I guess wrong again?

While Zhao Yushu was still pondering, Prince Fu had already entered the prince's tent with a dozen guards and cavalry, and the rest of the soldiers and horses stayed at the foot of the mountain with the left and right dragon guards.

Prince Fu came to the audience as a subject and decided that this was not a private meeting, so all the ministers of importance gathered in the big tent early.

"Your Highness, I greet you."

"Uncle Wang, please get up quickly!"

Prince Fu came almost alone, which made the Crown Prince a little confused. Could it be that his uncle really had no intention of rebelling?

Then what is his purpose in this scheme of concealing the truth which is exactly the same as his plan of going to the south of the Yangtze River?

"The late emperor passed away, and Your Highness offered sacrifices to the ancestors, but you didn't even issue an order for me to come. How can I face my own fate in front of the ancestors?" When Prince Fu arrived, he knelt down, kowtowed and burst into tears.

The prince was suddenly at a loss, he was about to ascend the throne and offer sacrifices to his ancestors, but he didn't even inform his uncle to come. He was wrong no matter how you looked at it. And Prince Fu's unauthorized entry of troops into the capital was tantamount to treason, but it was not a crime in this era where filial piety was the rule. Prince Fu could even give the prince a bad name for forcing his uncle to rebel if he wanted.

"Your Highness Prince Fu is worrying too much!"

The prince was young and had little experience, but the famous paperhanger Di Xiang was very experienced. He immediately went down and helped Prince Fu up. "The whole country is in a panic. The two capitals are the foundation of the Tang Dynasty. The Western Capital is ruled by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. How can we be at ease in the Eastern Capital without a close relative? Prince Fu, the Crown Prince wants you to rule the Eastern Capital to keep the world at peace!"

Prince Fu stood up and wiped his tears: "Then, did I delay His Highness's important event?"

"It's okay. The strength of mountains and rivers lies in virtue, not in danger. You and I are of one mind as king and subject. Those villains can't cause any trouble." The prince reacted, stepped forward, held Prince Fu's hand, and comforted him sincerely.

"I will return immediately after paying homage to our ancestors tomorrow." Prince Fu said in a low voice with his head lowered.

"No hurry. Now that you are here, take a good rest for a few days. Uncle Wang hasn't been to Chang'an for many years. Come on, prepare the tent for Uncle Wang!" When the prince heard that Prince Fu was about to leave, his eyes rolled and he hurriedly stopped him.

"Thank you, Your Highness." After hearing the prince's words, Prince Fu smiled. The atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly relaxed, as if a crisis had been eliminated.

And Prince Fu's smile seemed to last a little too long.

Zhao Yushu felt that his determination was not firm enough.

Because he didn't sleep well at night.

He was in a semi-alert state the whole night. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of gongs and drums at the foot of the mountain at any time. Prince Fu's troops and the Longwu Army were fighting in a group. In front of him, he seemed to see dozens of monks flying around the camp and fighting.

He was awakened by his own auditory hallucinations several times, and subconsciously wanted to call Mrs. Xu out.

But nothing happened tonight.

The next morning, Zheng Pan was shocked when he saw Zhao Yushu, and pointed at the bloodshot in his eyes: "Brother Bai, today's matter is of great importance. I understand that you are nervous, but if you are in a bad mood because of this, you may miss the big thing! I still have some pills, which are refined by the immortal of Qiyun Temple. They are most effective for refreshing the mind. I will get you a few pills!"

Zhao Yushu waved his hands hastily: "It's okay, I'm in high spirits, Brother Zheng, just watch me perform."

What a joke! In history, there were so many emperors who died from taking drugs that it is impossible to count them. You want me to take pills?

Before Zheng Pan could persuade them, the cannon roared, and several people quickly stood in the designated positions and followed the large group slowly into Taizong's mausoleum.

According to convention, the crown prince had to recite a prayer first and offer three animals and nine livestock. Only after the Sitianjian had made divination could he enter the imperial mausoleum with a few designated people to listen to the instructions of Taizong's heroic spirit. If the princes wanted to make trouble, they would do so after they finished reciting the prayer and before offering the sacrifice.

The prince walked up to the altar, took out the yellow silk as the current prince, and spent two incense sticks of time first praising the difficulties faced by his ancestors in founding the country, then praising the difficulties faced by emperors of all dynasties in maintaining the status quo, and finally humbled himself for having no virtue. Finally, this long prayer was finished.

Sure enough, at the moment when the prince closed his prayer, a man who looked like a scholar suddenly pulled out his hairpin and took off his outer robe. He rushed out wearing only a white inner garment, with disheveled hair and one of his shoes missing. Then he knelt down in front of the altar with a plop and let out a loud howl.

"If Emperor Taizong is still alive, would he have the heart to watch the people of the Tang Dynasty being buried at the hands of a tyrant?"