The emperor said something weak. I don’t know if he didn’t hear it clearly or understand it, but everyone didn’t react for a while, or Wang An reacted quickly and was busy picking up imperial edicts and pen and mo. The chief assistant naturally couldn’t bother others. Fang Congzhe took Bi Mo and mo to prepare for the imperial edict at his desk.

Emperor Wanli had not issued an order for decades, and Fang Congzhe was a little nervous. He didn't know what the emperor meant this time. If it was an ordinary decree, why should he summon the six ministries and the prince to come with him.

Seeing that the preparations were completed, Emperor Wanli said, "I have inherited the throne as a result of my reign and ruled the country for forty-eight years."

The more Fang Congzhe wrote, the more he felt that something was wrong. When he wrote "Forty-eight years here", he quickly put down his pen and knelt down on the ground, "I will die thousands of times, and the emperor will be in full swing."

At this time, the others also reacted and knelt down. The emperor was going to draw a will. Although the emperor was in a bad health, there was no precedent for the emperor to draw a will in advance since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. What's more, the emperor of Wanli, who was in a state of impermanence, did he know if he was putting any traps on everyone.

"What? You have been fighting with me for decades, isn't it just a sentence in this will?"

"I'm afraid!"

"All up, you can continue writing." The emperor raised his hand and pointed at Fang Congzhe.

Fang Congzhe had to obey orders, sit down and then draw an order, but the others still knelt down and did not dare to get up, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"I have inherited the great throne for 48 years in the country and enjoyed the longest country. What regrets do you think? When I was in the beginning of my succession, I was very careful to transform the truth and never let the last emperor give me a trust. I have been sick and quiet for years. I have not bowed to the temples in the suburbs. I have been talking about the imperial court, and I have been in danger of being in mid-air. I have been busy with the imperial seal and the tuition of the tuition. I have been in trouble. I have been in trouble. The people's livelihood is in decline, and the border chaotic gradually begins. I think day and night, and I cannot regret it. I am trying to change my ways and reconcile the world. But the disease is gone. It is almost impossible to make up for mistakes. If life and death have been ruled, people cannot avoid it. Only when I succeed, I can only obtain people. The people are responsible for their priests and people, and they are all subject to surrender. What regrets do I regret?" The old emperor pondered for a moment and took a rest.

Everyone who was kneeling knew that the most important moment was coming.

The emperor continued, "The crown prince Chang Luo benevolent and filial to Tianzhi. It is advisable to follow the teachings of the ancestors and follow the feelings of the people. He will follow my throne and ascend to the throne. He will encourage the virtues of the emperor, accept the rules, teach and work diligently, care for the people's livelihood, and strictly cultivate the borders and preparations. He will rely on the blessings of the heaven and earth ancestral temples. His descendants are very good, and his civil and military officials at home and abroad are united in assisting the government. He should respect the heaven and law the ancestors as his first priority. He should cultivate the people with a soft and far-reaching power. He should take the benefits of the world for his own benefit, and take the hearts of the people as his own heart. The peace of mind is at a loss. Support the Xiamen to be in a strong position and ensure the imperial map."

When everyone heard "Crown Prince Chang Luoren and Tianzhi", they finally let go of their hearts. The struggle for orthodoxy for decades was not in vain. At this time, the Crown Prince Zhu Changluo's body was trembling. I don't know if it was because he had been kneeling for a long time or was excited.

"The funerals are still in the same order. The day is changed, and the clothes are released on the 27th day, and the sacrifices are used. Do not prohibit folk music. The royal family is the relatives of the princes and the vassal screen is the most important, so they should not leave the territory without permission. The governors and the officials in the towns and towns are not allowed to leave their posts without permission. On the day of mourning, they will stop crying at their homes day and night, and the officials will be sent to serve in the three days. The officials in the prefectures, prefectures, counties and local officials will be exempted from incense. The rituals of the suburbs and society and the funerals of my ancestors will be reviewed and corrected carefully."

"Fortunately, the country has a wise ruler; the monarch and ministers have the right to be loyal, and they are loyal. They are still in good faith and are in good faith. They are used to inherit the last order. They are informed by the Chinese and foreign countries, and they are all informed of it." After the edict was issued, the old emperor closed his eyes and said nothing for a long time.

Everyone was waiting for the emperor to order the will of the emperor to keep it.

Wanli also knew that the will was a bit abrupt. If it weren't for the words of the Five Emperors and Grandsons today, he wouldn't have been enlightened. He finally woke up in the end and finally remembered to rectify the government.

After a while, Wanli finally opened his eyes and said, "Get up, let's draw two copies of this edict, and use the seal to place it on me, and the other is kept by the cabinet. From now on, all memorials will be drafted by the cabinet bill and then handed over to the crown prince for the prize. Well, I'm a little tired, so let's retreat."

Everyone was frightened and didn't know where the emperor was going to make trouble today. After all, Emperor Wanli had done the will and then recovered it, and that time was a will issued after the dying period. I wonder what the result would be this time. In addition, the prince was asked to criticize the royal family. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the prince had prevented the vassal kings and princes like jackals and tigers. The prince had learned government affairs, but except for the emperor who left the capital and handed over to the prince's supervisor, there was no precedent for the prince to participate in politics abroad, let alone the prince reviewed the memorial this time.

After leaving the Ganqing Palace, everyone surrounded Fang Congzhe and asked, but they still had no idea. Seeing Wang An come out, they quickly stepped forward to ask. Although Wang An knew something was going on, he knew that some things were to keep their mouths tight. However, due to the face of the prince, he could not speak nothing. He had to reluctantly say, "Sir, please be content. I am afraid there will be no more changes this time."

After hearing Wang An's words, everyone felt relieved and thanked him and left.

Soon, the story of the will reached Concubine Zheng's ears. After hearing this, Concubine Zheng seemed to have lost all her strength and sat directly on the chair.

Although Concubine Zheng was ambitious, she was a woman after all, and she was still a woman with little talent. Her ability was favored by Emperor Wanli. She had no support and was at a loss for a moment.

After a long time, Concubine Zheng shut down everyone, leaving only Cui Wensheng behind, and said, "I have planned for King Fu for decades, but I finally lost hope today. I have been against the prince for so many years, and I am afraid that he will hold the throne and settle it with me."

"Empress, although Your Majesty has issued a will at this time for some reason, I think Your Majesty is not in danger. Have you forgotten your previous plan? If that matter is done before Your Majesty dies, the Empress may have a chance to turn defeat into victory." Cui Wensheng whispered in Concubine Zheng's ear.

After hearing Cui Wensheng's words, Concubine Zheng's eyes lit up, as if she had rekindled hope. She quickly said to Cui Wensheng, "Go to do that matter quickly and urge everyone to take care of it."

"I'll do it now!" Cui Wensheng retreated with a smile.

Xingzhi Academy, since the group left, Xu Minger returned to the school alone, found a few pieces of paper to copy the poems and essays, picked up the pen, and finished a line of fly-headed small regular script, "The creation is speechless but has emotions, and every time the cold is over, I feel that spring is born." I feel that something is wrong. Since it is written for auction, I naturally cannot use paper, and the two poems are both large-scale. If I write them in small regular script, I will really lose a lot of momentum.

Xu Ming'er picked up a line of poems that he wrote to throw them away, but raised her hand and looked at the lines of words, and suddenly felt a little reluctant.

"Since that's the case, just keep it for yourself to read it." Xu Ming'er thought to herself, so she put the paper back on the table and picked up her pen to complete the remaining poems and essays.

After writing the two poems, Xu Ming'er stared at her beautiful words in a daze. For some reason, a poem by Yan Shu suddenly lingered in her heart, so she recorded another poem "Qingpingle" next to the two poems.

"The small red paper and small words tell you everything about your business. The wild geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water, and I feel sad that this love is hard to send. The setting sun leans on the west building alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. I don't know where the people's faces are, and the green waves still flow east."

After putting down his pen, Xu Minger recited this poem Qingpingle silently in her heart, and then she felt embarrassed. How could she think of this poem? As she thought about it, she remembered the couple before.

Xu Ming'er shook her head, dispelled the things in her head, picked up the paper and folded it into a collection of poems.

Touching his hot cheeks, Xu Ming'er let out a breath, then spread out two pieces of rice paper, lifted up a wolf's brush, calmed down, picked up the pen and wrote a poem "Spring Thunder" in running script, and then wrote a poem "Ode to Frog" in cursive script on another piece of paper. After writing the two poems, Xu Ming'er carefully looked at them and was quite satisfied. Then, he wrote "The Spring of the 48th year of Wanli, Mr. Zhu wrote at Xingzhi Academy, Xu Ming'er's book."

After the ink was dry, Xu Ming'er rolled up two pieces of rice paper with poems, and a scroll prepared earlier, and headed towards the largest school in Xingzhi Academy, where the fundraising and auction was held today.

The auction has not yet begun, and many people have already arrived and waited there, some sitting and some standing, and some are still asking for some poems.

When Xu Ming'er entered the door, she saw Xu Erjue, Zhu Ying'an and Zhang Zhiji and others gathered not far away. This was the place with the largest number of people in the whole room, with dozens of people sitting or standing inside and outside.

In the other place, I saw Mo Sheng, Bai, Fang Shihong, Liu Jinsong and others in the Imperial College. No one discussed anything about these people. It seemed that they were just waiting quietly for the auction to begin. Fang Shihong looked at Zhu Yingan and his group of people in a flash, with a look of resentment that could not be hidden in his eyes.

Xu Ming'er walked towards Xu Erjue. When he got close, he heard Mr. Zhu talking loudly about the couple in engineering science before. Back and forth, he talked about how good he and Mr. Zhang had a couple that made the "First Couplet in the Capital"? How did Mr. Zhu get angry about Zhao Siye, how Fang Shihong was induced to scold his teacher, etc. Zhu Ying'an and Zhang Zhiji and his younger brother Xu Erjue and others sang together, which made everyone laugh.

No wonder Fang Shihong looked at them with such resentful eyes. If he lost, he lost. He lost so ugly. If he lost, he was still scarred. If he lost ugly, he was still scarred over and over again.

I heard Zhu Ying'an say, "Oh, this brother didn't hear it just now? I asked me to say it again, it's really a embarrassing me. I've agreed that this is really the last time."

Xu Ming'er covered her lips and chuckled. She didn't expect Mr. Zhu to be so bad. She didn't go to greet Xu Erjue, but sat aside waiting for the start of the auction.

It was not until Zhu Ying'an and others talked about it for the fifth time that Mr. Xingzhi and his group of people came to announce their preparations for the auction. What is rare is that after telling the story of Zhu Ying'an and others so many times, it did not make people feel that it was the same.

At this time, Xu Erjue saw his sister sitting beside him. He looked at the things in Xu Ming'er's arms and said embarrassedly, "Sister, grandpa asked us to take some things to contribute to the donation and auction, but you know that my ship model has been destroyed. Look, can you share with me if you have so many pieces in your arms?"

"No, only this scroll of these things belongs to mine, and the other two poems are all from Brother Zhu." Xu Ming'er refused.

"Sister, Brother Zhu is not here anyway, let alone you copied the poem, so you gave me your painting, and the other two volumes of poems were considered as donated by you and Brother Zhu." Xu Erjue said as he had already started to get the framed painting.

Xu Ming'er's heart suddenly jumped when she heard her younger brother say that it was like donating with Brother Zhu, and her thoughts missed. When she got distracted, Xu Erjue took the painting away. Xu Erjue didn't expect it to be so easy, so she quickly got into the crowd and disappeared. When Xu Ming'er came to her senses, she could no longer see Xu Erjue's figure.
Chapter completed!