After usurping the throne, he died

?? The golden chair in the high hall is not so easy to sit on. This day, Mu Xiang spent almost all of his time correcting the memorials, one headache after another.

??My wrists are aching from too much writing, and I vaguely remember that the wound on my forearm has not been treated, but it should be fine.

??The former emperor Mu Huaihe had been ill for many days, and he had let Prince Mu Yu act as an agent for the government for more than a month.

??But since the palace change in the past two days, these memorials have been backlogged until now, and no one has read them.

??Mu Xiang randomly picked up a copy, which was written by local officials in the Northwest about the drought in the Northwest for many months without rain, and the faint tendency to famine.

?? This point is just too worrying. There are few people in the northwest city, and the state treasury of Xiangguo is still full, with abundant grain reserves. As long as there is no perennial drought, there will be no major disasters.

??Speaking of Xiangguo's rich grain reserves, this is also thanks to Prince Mu Yu.

??Before Mu Yu reached the age of Zhixue, under the guidance of Shi He, he deduced a complete set of grain storage and disaster prevention policies.

??The government buys fresh rice from the people at the price of the people and stores it in the granaries of various places. The same is true in the coming year. When the earliest rice stored in it is about to reach the limit of storage time, it is sold at a price lower than that of the people for the supply. The people eat it.

??In this way, the granary will always be filled with the freshest food, and the people will be replenished in time when natural disasters occur.

??It sounds simple, but it did encounter a lot of troubles in the early stage of implementation, such as the problem of corruption by local officials, and once the implementation is confirmed, a large number of people will be required to manage the granary, and there must be no omissions in incoming and outgoing payments... …

?? But the young Mu Yu came up with countermeasures for most of the hidden dangers after half a month behind closed doors.

?? Although the method is still immature, it is indeed feasible to perfect it.

??As soon as this policy came out, Mu Yu's reputation exploded among the people, letting everyone in Xiangguo know that they have a prince who really cares about the people...

??It has been eight years since this policy was first implemented. Mu Yu has introduced many new policies and successfully implemented them. The people's hearts are completely on him. The people of Xiangguo may almost forget that their current emperor is Mu Huaihe .

??Mu Xiang's behavior of accusing Mu Yu of treason is really not a good strategy, but there is no better way to suppress Mu Yu.

?? He can only do this, even if no one believes it.

?? "Your Highness, the sour plum soup made by the Imperial Dining Room has been chilled. Please serve a bowl for Your Highness." Shang Xi led the maid who was carrying the plate to come.

?? "No need."

??Mu Xiang flipped through the next memorial with downcast eyes. It said that the foreign races on the border were about to move. The eighth time people in the city that never sleeps had died strangely.

??Suddenly a few blurry images flashed in my mind, Mu Xiang couldn't see clearly, but his head hurt like a convulsion.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Shang Xi panicked, "But tired? This servant is going to summon the imperial physician..."

"No need." Mu Xiang rubbed his temples lightly, his eyes slowly regaining clarity.

??He looked at the memorial in his hand for a while, and suddenly said: "Prepare a sour plum soup and send it to Weiyang Palace."

??Shang Xi: "...the slave takes orders."

??Mu Xiang watched Shang Xi turn and leave, after thinking about it, he stopped him: "I'll go in person."

??Shang Xi saw the way the Second Highness was arranging his appearance, and was speechless for a while, feeling a little weird and indescribable.

??Although Emperor Yadi treated and respected the state teacher very much when he was still alive, but it is not like this... so much to the point of being courteous.

??Mu Xiang didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. After confirming that he was in good shape, he went to the direction of Weiyang Palace.

?? Weiyang Palace is one of the two largest palaces in the imperial palace.

??It was the palace that Emperor Yadi built for his first wife. Later, he passed away due to illness. His queen was found to have committed suicide by taking medicine not long after, and she chose to die for love.

??The relationship between the two was sung by the people for a long time at that time, and Weiyang Palace was preserved as the Queen's residence.

??The two empresses before and after Mu Huaihe also lived in Weiyang Palace. It was not until the death of Mu Xiang's mother and concubine that this palace has been empty until now.

?? This palace that used to host women's laughter and laughter is now imprisoning their masters.

"My lord, your Highness is here." Shang Xi said to Shi He who was writing at the table.

?? "What are you writing?" Mu Xiang asked.

"Xiang." Shi He replied.

??Mu Xiang walked over. Although the handwriting on the rice paper was not finished, it could already be seen that it was a word "Xiang".

??The word "Xiang" occupies most of the area of ​​the rice paper, which also aroused Mu Xiang's heart palpitations.

??He didn't know whether Shi He wrote about Muxiang's Xiang, or Xiangguo's Xiang.

??Mu Xiang didn't know why he had palpitations. He touched his heart and watched Shi He's sharp handwriting.

??Muxiang's Xiang and Xiangguo's Xiang are the same word, but he wants to take the word apart to read.

?? "Summer is hot, and a lonely person brought sour plum soup to the national teacher." Mu Xiang controlled himself to look away from the rice paper, trying to squeeze out a smile.

??Shi He did not reject Mu Xiang's kindness, and sat down with Mu Xiang at the coffee table, and filled a bowl for him first, and then another bowl for himself.

?? "..." Mu Xiang's throat rolled up and down, "This kind of trivial matter is naturally done by the palace servants, and the national teacher does not need to do it himself."

"It doesn't matter." Shi He's expression remained calm, "Did your Highness encounter any difficulties in the memorial today?"

"...never." Mu Xiang didn't want to talk about political affairs with Shi He, but if he put aside political affairs, he couldn't think of any topics to talk about with Shi He for a while.

??Shi He took a sip of the cold sour plum soup: "There is still more than a month left before the Qunlong Banquet. Your Highness has to hurry up. At that time, envoys from many countries will come to visit and there will be mixed fish and dragons. You must always be vigilant and pay attention to safety."

??The Dragon Banquet is held every two years, and Xiangguo is the head of the Seven Kingdoms, so the venue of the banquet is naturally the capital of Xiangguo.

??The other six countries will send envoys to come to the banquet with generous gifts of tribute.

??It is rare for Shi He to talk so much, but Mu Xiang didn't take it seriously: "Wouldn't it be better if something happened? If he dies alone, the national teacher and the prime minister can release the prince from prison—and inherit the great rule."

??Shi He frowned invisibly: "If Your Highness only treats the position of the Son of Heaven as a trifling matter, it's better not to fight for it in the first place."

??Mu Xiang and Shi He looked at each other for a while, and the atmosphere was a little frozen.

??The court ladies and eunuchs didn't dare to show their atmosphere, and lowered their eyes to look at the ground.

?? In the end, Mu Xiang was discouraged first. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "How can you get what you want without fighting?"

??Shi He asked: "What does Your Highness want?"

??Mu Xiang didn't answer, not because he didn't want to say it, but because he didn't know how to say it.

?? what does he want?I want this power, I want to live a life of extravagance...

??I also want Shihe to stay in the palace, want him to look at me more, and want him to talk to me more.

?? As if these are enough, but it seems more than that.

??Mu Xiang frowned, and suddenly didn't want to say any more, he got up abruptly: "I will send some people over tomorrow, and whoever the national teacher likes will stay."

?? In this huge Weiyang Palace, only Shi He is empty.

?? He was so dazed that he didn't even arrange for someone to serve him.

??Mu Xiang turned around and was about to leave, but just as he stepped halfway through the threshold, he turned around awkwardly: "Later, the national teacher will come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for dinner."

??Shi He nodded slightly, noticing that Mu Xiang's eyes fell on the rice paper on the table several times, he said: "Wait for me to write a few more strokes, and His Highness can take them away."

??Mu Xiang was stunned for a moment, and abruptly took back the steps that had already been stepped out.

?? He watched Shi He walk to the table, got up, dipped some ink and began to write the last three strokes.

??Mu Xiang suddenly said: "You just..."

?? "What does Your Highness want to say?"

??"……nothing."

??Mu Xiang shook his head lightly, and took back the half-spoken words.

?? Just now Shihe did not claim to be the seat.

??He stared at the majestic and majestic "Xiang" character on the rice paper, and suddenly realized that what Shi He wrote must be Xiang from Xiangguo.

?? After all, how could he, a person who "occupied the magpie's nest", get into the eyes of the national teachers of the Three Dynasties?

?? But Mu Xiang wasn't bothered at all, he discovered something interesting.

?? Just now he took back half of what he said, and Shi He frowned.

??It is rare for Shi He to have such a conspicuous expression. Mu Xiang guessed that Shi He probably doesn't like other people's words and hides half of them.

The two waited for a while. After the ink on the rice paper dried up, Shi He rolled it up and handed it to Mu Xiang.

?? There is no more words behind.

??Shang Xi walked behind Mu Xiang for a long way, and suddenly heard his master ask: "What do you think about letting the national teacher live in this Weiyang Palace?"

??Shang Xi pondered for a moment, then said with some leeway: "His Royal Highness may want the Master of the State Council to compromise..."

??Mu Xiang stopped and asked, "Compromise for what?"

??"this……"

??Shang Xi didn't dare to say any more, and quickly knelt down: "Your Highness acts meticulously, and this slave dare not speak nonsense."

"Do you think I'm humiliating him?"

??Mu Xiang looked back, thoughtfully, "After all, the stately master of the three dynasties is now imprisoned in a palace where a woman lives..."

??Shang Xi trembled all over: "Your Highness must have His Highness's reasons for what you do, slave..."

"Okay, let's get up." Mu Xiang glanced at him indifferently, and started walking.

??He found a grandiose reason for himself: "The prestige of the National Teacher's Office is growing day by day, and it gradually has a tendency to overwhelm the imperial power. If it is not suppressed, it will not take long for Xiangguo to lose its surname Mu."

??Shang Xi suddenly realized: "Your Highness is wise."

??His Royal Highness Shengming himself is full of emptiness, not understanding the significance of keeping Shi He in Weiyang Palace.

?? What he said is also reasonable. The public opinion of the National Teacher's Mansion has a faint tendency to overwhelm the imperial power, but because of the influence of the prince Mu Yu in the folk, the imperial power has regained a few rounds.

?? But no one in the world knows that Mu Yu is a student of the National Teacher?

?? For a long time, the prestige of the National Teacher's Mansion in the hearts of the people will be overwhelmed by the royal family sooner or later, which is not a good thing.

?? But the master of Guoshi Mansion is Shihe.

?? What Mu Xiang said just now can only deceive others. He knows that if Shi He is interested in the throne, his father, Emperor Mu Huaihe, probably never had the chance to ascend the throne.

?? "This picture is framed by Gu...who!"

?? Halfway through Mu Xiang's words, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a slight sound of wind.

??The evasive action was a bit late. His black gold sleeve robe was cut with an extremely long cut, and the wound was a bit scorching.

?? He covered his arms and looked at the assassin who was restrained by the hidden guards with a cold face: "It's so brave to come to the imperial city to assassinate in broad daylight."

??The dark guard took off the assassin's mask, and Mu Xiang looked at him gloomyly: "Is it you?"