klisemfg Chapter 375: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 42
Chapter 375: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 42
In this life, Shen Junyao does not have the amazing talent of his previous life, nor does he have that kind of extreme madness.
Sirong didn't know whether some hidden attribute was triggered when she raised him.
Shen Junyao is particularly good at hiding himself. No matter what he does, he likes to be average.
In studying, don’t strive to be the first, and don’t fall behind either, just aim to be average.
He does not show off his skills when practicing martial arts, but he will never let down his guard at critical moments.
After becoming an official, he held a sinecure in the Hanlin Academy and was only a minor general when he went to the capital's camp.
In this life, he did not bloom humbly in the dust, nor did he have the crazy spirit of burning his boats and exchanging one life for another.
Do you think Shen Junyao is really lying flat? Wrong! He is secretly carrying the whole game.
The business of the Wuwei Marquis' Mansion? He had already arranged everything clearly, including Sirong's business. Sirong didn't even need to look at the account book now.
The people in the backyard were all under his control. Whether it was the grocer in the yard or the maid who cooked, he checked them all out clearly, including who they had contact with recently, and whether any of the elderly or children in the family were sick or causing trouble.
All movements are clear.
The life-and-death struggle in the court? None of his business. As long as it doesn't affect his family, he's happy to watch the show.
Someone was trying to make some tricks? He quietly suppressed them before they even showed up.
Sirong: “…”
He always seeks stability in everything he does.
This kind of stability is not the brilliance after the flash of swords and blood, but the calmness of controlling the overall situation at the lowest cost.
Especially in recent years, Sirong could feel it clearly.
Whether it was the Wuwei Marquis' Mansion or business matters, there were few things that could worry her.
The only thing that needs attention is the messy business of the royal family's troublesome sons fighting for positions.
But there is no way to change this, whether a country’s future is good or bad.
It all depends on who's leading the charge.
Especially in this ancient world, the emperor's power was unlimited.
It’s like your original mother is about to die, and your father has to find you a stepmother to take over and lead the whole family.
If this stepmother is a pragmatic person, she will think every day about whether you can have enough food to eat and whether your clothes are thick enough in winter.
Then these poor people can live a good life.
But this stepmother loves to dress up, and she thinks about herself every day: eat something nice today, and get a set of jewelry tomorrow.
If they use the money they have to feed and clothe you on themselves, completely disregarding your life, then you won't be able to live a good life.
What if she has some special hobbies, such as building a high-rise building or a canal, then she might take away even your private money.
The day when my great cause is accomplished, your rotten corpse will be under my feet.
Even if she doesn't like these things, has a bad temper and loves to fight, you can't stand it. She will fight with the neighbors for no reason.
It is a waste of money and manpower, and whose children will be killed?
Therefore, Sirong is still very concerned about who will be the next to take on the throne.
The eldest princess had a headache, and Sirong was also very annoyed.
If you want to pick the tallest one among the short ones, you must have that tall one to pick.
She now understood why the third prince became emperor in the original plot. Because at the end, he was the only prince left who looked relatively normal.
The old emperor's health is getting worse day by day.
I feel drowsy every day, and the time I am clear-headed and lucid is getting less and less.
He himself knew that he had to decide on the crown prince as soon as possible.
The princess and the ministers did not dare to tell him all the affairs of the court, for fear that he would get anxious and make trouble again.
But he didn't dare to say nothing. After all, the imperial decree of succession still needed his approval to take effect.
So the eldest princess, accompanied by other prime ministers, tactfully told the old emperor about the fifth prince's outrageous behavior some time ago.
As expected, the old emperor's blood circulation was smoothed out, and his complexion turned from pale to blue, and from blue to black.
If it weren't for Doctor Zhang's secret acupuncture technique passed down from his ancestors, the old emperor would have been erect by now.
Imperial Physician Zhang had just withdrawn the golden needle and said, "Thankfully... Your Majesty is fine."
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, hurried footsteps were suddenly heard outside.
“Report—!”
A guard stumbled in and knelt down to report:
"Three hundred miles north of the capital, a sudden earthquake occurred in Baihe City! The city walls collapsed, houses were destroyed, and countless people were killed and injured!!"
The old emperor's eyes went dark and he almost fainted again.
"Also..." The guard swallowed and continued, "Because the roads were damaged, news was delayed, and now... a plague has broken out in the area."
Doctor Zhang used acupuncture again, but this time, he was able to stimulate the last bit of energy in the old emperor's body. After the acupuncture was completed, the old emperor could not last more than three days.
The old emperor himself knew the result. It was torture for him to lie in bed every day with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes.
It's nice to be able to give him this brief moment of normality.
Doctor Zhang took a deep breath, pinched the golden needle as thick as a chopstick with his fingertips, aimed it at the old emperor's Baihui acupoint, and slowly inserted it.
"Your Majesty, it will be a little painful, please bear with it."
The old emperor's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and a vague "hmm" came out of his throat.
pain?
Compared to being paralyzed in bed half dead, what does pain matter?
As the needle entered the acupuncture point, a burning sensation instantly spread from the top of his head to his whole body, as if someone had lit a fire in his dry meridians.
"Uh……!"
The old emperor suddenly tensed his body, his fingers tightly gripping the brocade quilt on the dragon couch.
But soon, he felt
The crooked corners of his mouth were gradually straightening, and his stiff fingers were able to flex and stretch slightly.
Even that disobedient tongue was finally able to utter clear words.
"Help...help me up."
Imperial Physician Zhang and two eunuchs hurried forward, carefully helped the old emperor up, and let him lean on the huge shadow pillow.
The old emperor slowly glanced at everyone in the hall: the cabinet chief, the six ministers, the eldest princess, and several trusted old ministers...
These people have been with him for half his life.
Some are loyal, some are treacherous, some pretend to be stupid, and some hide knives.
But at this moment, they all had similar solemn expressions on their faces.
"I...time is running out."
The old emperor's voice was hoarse, but extremely clear.
"Ok!"
The old emperor issued the last two imperial edicts of his life.
The earth shakes first, and the people come first.
An imperial envoy was sent to Baihe City with imperial physicians and relief supplies to control the plague and comfort the victims.
Elite troops from the Beijing Camp were dispatched to blockade the disaster area to prevent refugees from attacking the capital.
He issued a self-criticism edict, admitting that "natural disasters were caused by my misconduct" in order to ease public grievances.
He secretly ordered the border generals to strengthen their vigilance and guard against surprise attacks from grassland tribes or enemy countries.
The second is to pass the throne to the third prince.
He also wrote a secret decree and gave it to the eldest princess.
The content is that if the third prince encounters an accident and has no offspring.
The cabinet's chief minister, the eldest princess, and two trusted military commanders could select an outstanding child from the royal family to be adopted by the royal family as the next crown prince.