"Sir, there are guards in the palace who will send you an order to enter the palace immediately."

Outside the study, the old housekeeper in the mansion had a bit of fatigue and panic. The old man who had been working in the Dashi Mansion for more than ten years obviously noticed the unusualness tonight.

The study door opened and Li Changshou walked out slowly.

This paper Taoist was wearing a dark red robe, with long pale hair tied with crane crown, and was still as calm as before, and full of energy.

Li Changshou took out a letter in his sleeve and handed it to the old housekeeper, and said with a smile:

"After I go to the palace tonight, you lock the door and ask the guards in the mansion not to go out at will. If someone asks you, you will say that I have gone to the palace.

When the rest of the world is stable tomorrow, you open this letter and there is a way to open my study cabinet. You can share the money in it for the people in the mansion.

It can also be regarded as a fate between you and me."

The old housekeeper holding the envelope was trembling, "Sir, you are... the rumors in the city are so rumored now. A few days ago, I was saying that the king was seriously ill. Don't do anything about you!"

"It's not that something happened, it's time to leave," Li Changshou raised his hand and patted the old housekeeper on the shoulder, "Don't think too much."

After saying that, a wisp of smoke grew under Li Changshou's feet, slowly lifting himself up half a foot, and turned his body and appeared directly in the front yard without anyone else, and walked towards the door without any hurry.

The butler opened his mouth, but just lowered his head and knelt down at the back of Li Changshou's paper Taoist, leaving a sigh in the night, as if he was grateful for his care over the years.

Li Changshou left the mansion gate, and the brigade of soldiers rushed to the general's mansion gate and surrounded it. A middle-aged general clasped his fists forward, lowered his head, and shouted loudly:

"Sir, Dazai, please enter the palace immediately. The last carriage will be prepared for you."

"Isn't it a ox cart?" Li Changshou frowned and said in an old voice: "I don't know if my old arms and legs can withstand the bumps."

The general smiled awkwardly and whispered: "The situation is urgent. Please accommodate me. If you are confused, I will cut off the head of the car!"

The two soldiers and guards who were leading the carriage couldn't help but tremble.

"Not, not."

Li Changshou waved his hand and stepped onto the frame, making the group of soldiers beside him look straight.

If this is the hometown of Li Changshou and Lanxing, the group of young people next to him will probably praise him in unison:

【Damn, this old man, oh, oh, damn…】

If you put it in the secular world of Nanzhou, you can only say one sentence: This old man is really strong.

The shaft of the carriage turned gurglingly, and Li Changshou sat in the carriage and swayed, galloping towards the palace.

At the same time, outside the residences of the ministers around the Great Palace, ox carts and horse carts rushed to the palace under the protection of the guards.

A few days ago, there was a panic in Chaoge City.

Lao Wang's health was getting worse and worse, and at this time he was almost exhausted; the three princes were waiting in the palace, and the government was temporarily under the command of the Grand Priest.

At this time, the Daozhu summoned all the ministers late at night, which was nothing more than one thing.

The king is no longer able to do it.

Li Changshou knew that Emperor Yi had died two hours ago, and there was a Canglong whose emperor's fortune had manifested above Chaoge City, and then dispersed on his own.

At this time, you can observe Chaoge City by using the method of looking at the air. You can see the clouds above Chaoge City, and a purple-red cloud fog is constantly surging.

That is the fortune of the Human Emperor that has not yet been reunited, which means that the position of the Human Emperor is still undecided at this time.

Although the son is the heir, there must be something wrong in the palace, otherwise it would not have been delayed for two hours.

Ordinary, throne, greed, selfishness...

That night, it was really suitable for Senior Brother Yuding to come here to realize the truth.

Not long after...

"Sir Da Shi, it's here."

"Yes," Li Changshou responded, lifted the curtain, and was helped off the frame by the Bingwei.

Around them, carriages and horses were parked everywhere, and old ministers were helped down one after another and rushed to the king's bedroom.

The rapid footsteps were like rain sweeping banana leaves, and also like the turbulent storm of defeated troops.

Li Changshou was mixed with the old ministers, and people kept coming over to say something, but he stopped him with gestures.

Soon, the ministers rushed to the front of the bedroom.

Hundreds of civil and military officials have gathered here, but very few are qualified to enter.

"Sir Da Shi!"

An old minister shouted, and the ministers surrounding him tried to make way. Li Changshou walked forward quickly and frowned into the Xunian Palace Gate.

A strong smell of medicine came to my face.

The palace was a little dark, as if to deliberately highlight the depressing atmosphere at this time.

Walking forward, dozens of civil and military ministers in the court gathered in front of the bed in the middle of the hall. Li Changshou looked closely and found that they were all people who were famous on the List of Gods and secretly wrote down their own notebooks.

Compared to Gan, he is young and powerful, has a brilliant heart, and is in charge of the punishment of the Great Shang Dynasty.

Du Yuanxian, the Minister of the Tianjian, studied astronomical astrology, knew the changes in the solar terms, and decided to the month of farming in Dashang every year.

Mei Bo advised the doctor, how to get angry with the king.

Shang Rong, the outer court, was originally a minister in charge of the internal affairs and was in charge of the inside and outside, but because Shang Jun was taboo, he was just a false position at this time.

There is also Wen Zhong, the young master of the prince, assisting the prince...

etc.

Li Changshou secretly calculated, but found that Huang Feihu, who was qualified to enter, was not in the hall at this moment.

Before these ministers, the three princes kneeling beside the bed, each bowing their heads without saying a word.

Zishou is the eldest son, kneeling in front, two middle-aged scholars behind him are his eldest brother and second brother, Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan.

Li Changshou's footsteps attracted a lot of attention, and Wei Ziqi and Wei Zhongyan both cast a kind look at him.

Only the son was killed and just knelt in front of the bed without moving at all.

The white-haired Dazai quickly came and whispered: "Dashi, you have finally come. The king has already ascended to immortality. Please write down historical words and spread them to future generations."

Li Changshou coughed weakly and took out a beautiful cloth from his sleeve.

“Written.”

"Write!" Dazai glared at Li Changshou, and several old ministers frowned and looked over.

Li Changshou whispered: "Nothing is wrong, be prepared for any trouble."

The Dazai opened the cloth, leaned against the lampstand next to him, read it carefully, and then nodded slowly.

"Since this is the case, the old minister will go to announce to the ministers that the king will ascension to the immortals, and ask the three princes not to forget to hold the rituals."

After saying that, the saint carried the cloth and ordered the palace servants to open the palace gate, shouting loudly with a unique emphasis:

"King! Break!"

The ministers outside the hall all calmed down, and the bedside was choked and shouted:

"Father!"

Wei Ziqi, Wei Zhongyan shouted in unison, Bi Gan lowered his head and shed tears, all the ministers bowed and sobbed, and the sound of female family members cried from the corner of the hall.

The crying spread from the king's bedroom to the whole place, and soon there were sobbing sounds everywhere in the palace.

This is a courtesy, you must be respected, and you must not cry, and you must be punished.

After an hour, the crying stopped.

The Dazai shouted loudly and ordered the priestess to pray and recite scriptures. This process lasted for a day and a night.

Then, Dazai said:

"I would like to ask the three princes and ministers to move to the palace of the king.

Shang cannot be without a king for a day. The king's final decree has been in the hands of the old ministers, and you have witnessed it with your own eyes.

Everything is determined by this purpose!”

Li Changshou couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Emperor Yi died two hours ago when he came here, and this will was one and a half hours ago when he came here.

At that time, Di Yi seemed to be looking back, but it was actually just some magic tricks.

The rule set by the Heavenly Court is that the Human Emperor cannot move, but when Emperor Yi died, the Human Emperor's fortune had collapsed, and it was just a corpse.

This trick seems shallow, but it is quite useful.

The three princes stood up, bowed their heads and retreated, and walked out of the hall without a sound, with the old ministers following behind.

Wen Zhong took the opportunity to get to Li Changshou's side, a little reluctant to speak, but finally he just sighed softly and said nothing more.

Soon, the minister who was still crying just now retreated like a tide, and only a few priests left in the hall began to jump, showing a loneliness.

The emperor and the ministers of each generation are cold, and the tea leaves are cold, just like this.

Half an hour later, in the King's Hall.
To be continued...