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Volume Three 34, Discussion on Storage (2 more)

Volume 34, Disclosure (2 updates)

During such a big New Year, the emperor was busy with festivals, and a group of military ministers wanted to help the emperor manage all major national affairs. It was dim, and Neqin, as the foreman of military ministers, worked all night long, and finished all the official duties in his hands. Then he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall and narrowed his eyes.

It was reported outside that his younger brother Alicun was looking for a meeting outside.

Neqin was surprised and went all sleepy, so she got up and walked out of the door.

Alicun was Ne's younger brother. After Fuhen stepped down as the governor of Shanxi, he took on the job in Shanxi. He took over the New Year to report his work, so he came to pick Ne's back home.

The two brothers left the palace together and saw Fu Heng coming into the palace. After Ne's birthday, Fu Heng came to take over his class. Both of them bowed politely.

But after going from the inside and outside of the palace gate, Neqin and Aligun looked a little disdainful.

Alicun couldn't help but glance at his brother and said, "Fu Heng's promotion over the past year has really shocked the government and the people. Now the limelight is close to his brother."

Neqin snorted softly: "Why is he? He is not the queen's younger brother, and the queen gave birth to a legitimate son last year."

Alicun couldn't help but look at the left and right: "Is it true that the emperor, like the example of Prince Hui from the front, wants to make this second legitimate son the crown prince?"

Neqin smiled: "Outsiders all see it like that, but according to me, the emperor himself doesn't think so."

Alicun was stunned: "Brother, is this?"

Neqin waved her sleeves: "Your brother, I am now the foreman of the Military and Aircraft Minister, so I have to worry about everything. This year, I also submitted a memorial to discuss the appointment of a crown prince with the emperor. Of course, in my memorial, I would like to ask the Seventh Prince to establish my legitimate son. How do you think the emperor can restore me?"

Alicun was very surprised: "Can it be that the emperor's heart is not going to establish the Seventh Prince this time?"

Neqin snorted softly: "Although the emperor did not understand which prince he wanted to establish, he mentioned that 'there is still hopeful for the third son of the crown prince'."

Aligun also opened his mouth, but then smiled: "Yes, although the emperor has seemed extremely happy since the birth of the Seventh Prince. But after all, the second prince Yonglian of the past was made the crown prince early; but the seventh prince is now two years old, but the emperor still makes a clear statement."

"Since that's the case, the queen and Fu Heng are really disappointed."

Outsiders had no chance to know about such a secret dialogue between powerful officials. The busy people in the harem finally ended at the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month and prepared everything. They just waited for the New Year's Eve palace banquet to stay up to the New Year, but they received a bad news early in the 31st.

It was just the hour of Hai on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, that is, one hour away, New Year's Eve, and the legitimate son, the seventh prince Yongcong, passed away in the Old Summer Palace.

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When the bad news came, everyone in the harem was a little confused.

It’s not too early or too late for the New Year. The legitimate son died on New Year’s Eve... How should he spend this year inside and outside the palace?

Wanxi also hugged the quilt and sat on the kang for a long time and couldn't come back to her senses.

Yuhu hurried forward and asked, "Master is shocked?"

Wanxi sighed and lowered her head: "Born on the day of the Buddha's birthday, but died on the last hour before New Year's Eve... The Seventh Prince came to this world for a while, as if every hour of coming and going was calculated by God."

Yuhu also sighed: "Who won't say it? Since the good legitimate son was born on the day of Buddha's birthday, he has never been able to get through acne. It's a pity that only only 20 months, alas."

Wanxi also burst into tears in the blink of an eye: "God is not fair, why bother to keep the accounts on a child."
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