"Abolish the position of Queen Mother Sun and move to Jingyang Palace."

Ji Boying's second voice sounded next.

Jingyang Palace, the famous Cold Palace, is one of the six east palaces in the inner court. It is located east of Zhongcui Palace in the Forbidden City and north of Yonghe Palace. It is the most deserted courtyard among the six east and west palaces.

After entering Jingyang Palace, you can basically pack up and wait for the coffin to be put into it.

In an instant, the Sun family was still comforting Zhu Qizhen, who had lost his throne, not to cry.

After being stunned for a moment, I cried with a cry.

Zhu Qizhen was crying sadly, but suddenly the mother cried again, talking intermittently with a swollen sausage mouth.

"If grandma doesn't cry, if she doesn't cry, we don't care about you, Queen Mother. If you don't do it right, then it's inappropriate."

These familiar words fell into Sun's ears, and she cried even more sadly.

"Your Majesty, Jilang..."

Under the pear blossoms and the rain, Mrs. Sun looked at Zhu Zhanji with her head held high with tears in her eyes.

These forty-year-old eyes can cast an innocent look like a little white rabbit, as if they want to impress the man in her dream and give her another choice.

It's a pity that Zhu Zhanji, a senior tea drinker, calmed down and ignored it this time.

After all, he had just recovered from a critical illness, and Xiongfeng was not around for the time being, so he would not be attacked by rice bugs.

"You handle the rest yourself."

After Ji Boying said these two sentences, he stopped talking.

The reason why he stood up was just to give Zhu Zhanji, who was stunned by the color of tea, a head start.

"Yes."

Zhu Zhanji nodded solemnly, then took a deep breath and glanced at the ministers in the palace.

"Who is in charge of the Ministry of Punishment at the moment?"

One sound.

"I, Yu Shile, am the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment."

Old man Hu stood up and showed off his naked body. He knew Zhu Zhanji, but in his tenth year of Xuande, Yu Shile was a doctor in the Ministry of Justice.

"The Ministry of Punishment immediately exterminated Wang Zhen's entire family, and all his followers were killed."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Yu Qian, Wang Zhi and others all lit up.

Ma Shun, who was kneeling on the other side, was so frightened that his head was buzzing and his pants felt wet.

Wang Zhenyu’s party, he is Wang Zhen’s number one loser.

"My lord, take the order!"

Old Man Yu was honest and active in his work. He turned around and walked outside Fengtian Hall regardless of the fact that it was already midnight. It seemed that he wanted to raid Wang Zhen and his party members in one night.

"The late emperor is on top, and the country cannot live without a king for a day. I boldly speak out and respectfully ask the late emperor to choose a new emperor to ascend the throne! To rectify the country's principles!"

Yu Qian spoke loudly.

‘Be careful of the king but value the country.’

Ji Boying glanced at Yu Qian, the orthodox-Jingtai time and space.

Sure enough, this guy doesn't care at all who is the emperor on the dragon throne. The only thing he cares about is that someone must sit in that position to maintain the stability of the country.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and looked at Ji Boying subconsciously. He really hadn't thought about who would take over after deposing Zhu Qizhen.

"Please appoint the immortal master."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Zhanji, and then at Zhu Qiyu who was kneeling next to him.

If the selection is based on legal tradition, if Zhu Qizhen is deposed, only Zhu Zhanji’s other son Zhu Qiyu will be left. Who makes Zhu Zhanji have too few sons?

He remembered the answer that Tianshun Yu Qian gave him after he learned the secrets of Yangming's Xinxue: Zhu Zhanji's younger brother, King Xiang Zhu Zhanyi.

Because of this, Ji Boying briefly reviewed the inheritance of Zhu Zhanxun. His son had been on the throne for nine years, his grandson had been on the throne for one year, and his great-grandson had been King Xiang for thirteen years, but he had no sons and no descendants.

After such a calculation, I dare say that Prince Xiang lived for six dynasties and seven emperors. This is a man who has sucked up all the luck of future generations.

According to this calculation, if Zhu Zhanzhen succeeds to the throne, the position of the Son of Heaven will be stable for forty years, but turmoil will come again after forty years.

And according to historical data, none of Zhu Zhanzhen’s descendants have a very good reputation.

At least his grandson Zhu Jianshu, who only served as King Xiang for one year, was so talented that he knocked out Kong Ming's thatched cottage. Compared with Zhu Jianshen's achievements, there is a huge gap.

Ji Boying thought for a moment.

"Make Zhu Jianshen the emperor."

As soon as this statement came out, all the ministers looked surprised, and even Zhu Zhanji was confused.

What kind of operation is it to dethrone the father and then make a three-year-old child emperor?

"There is a world of difference between your grandson and your son."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Qizhen on the ground, and then spoke.

"In addition, the king of Xiang, Zhu Zhan, and the king of Tan, Zhu Qiyu, assisted the Duke of Zhou in assisting the government. They waited until the emperor was weak and handed over the imperial power."

"If anyone violates the authority, God will punish him."

The words fall.

Boom!

A bolt of thunder struck down and exploded outside the Fengtian Hall.

A little street mouse who had been hungry for three days and three nights and was full of malice towards the whole world (including Ji Boying) became confused.

In other dynasties, if a prince becomes an auxiliary, it will mostly cause disaster.

Because power is so fascinating. I don’t think it’s something until I’ve tasted it. But once I hold it in my hand, I won’t let it go.

For example, in Tianshun Time and Space, Emperor Jingtai is currently under house arrest in Yong'an Palace and only breathes his last breath.

When Wala besieged Peiping and the country was about to overthrow, Emperor Jingtai had no intention of ascending the throne at all. He was completely forced to sit on the throne by his ministers.

But after winning the battle to defend Peiping, after tasting the supreme honor brought by the emperor's imperial power, and after getting used to being above ten thousand people, I couldn't bear to let it go anymore.

People will change.

But the premise of this usurpation is that after the regent takes power, no one can restrict it.

As for the special existence of Ji Boying, if Zhu Zhanzhen and Zhu Qiyu dare not hand over power to Zhu Jianshen in the future, they will be waiting for thunder and collective care from their ancestors.

"Zhu, Zhu Qiyu, please obey the Immortal Master's decree!"

This thunder shocked Zhu Qiyu so much that he immediately bowed to Ji Boying and saluted.

"I will obey the Immortal Master's decree!"

After Ji Boying finished speaking, he glanced at Zhu Zhanji.

"Gone."

The Orthodox guys have finished their work and there is no need to stay.

"Yes."

"Master Rongxian, give me a few words."

Zhu Zhanji took a deep breath.

"Kiro..."

Sitting on her knees and crying, Mrs. Sun hugged Zhu Zhanji's calf, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

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Zhu Zhanji ignored Sun and stepped away, but faced the ministers and asked another question.

"How is Master Jingci now?"

Master Jingci is the title given to Hu Shanxiang after he was deposed.

The ministers were silent for a moment, and then Wang Zhi, a heavenly official, spoke.

"Empress Jingci passed away in the eighth year of Zhengtong."

Deng.

Zhu Zhanji's heart trembled, and he felt a little lost for no reason.

The thing he felt most guilty about in his life was that he dethroned Hu Shanxiang from the throne for no reason, and let such a virtuous queen live in the world in vain.

Hu Shanxiang died in the eighth year of Zhengtong, while Sun lived to the sixth year of Tianshun.

It’s true that good people don’t live long, but disasters last for thousands of years.

"Master Immortal, let's go."

Zhu Zhanji's tone was slightly sad.
To be continued...