MTL - Time is slow-Chapter 821 candidate

   Chapter 821 Candidates

   Emperor Taixiang's illness made the important ministers in the court anxious.

  The emperor has only one princess now. If there are three longs and two shorts, who should inherit this country?

  When the ministers were worried, the children of the clan, who were still peaceful, began to become active, walking around like chicken blood, and those who were married to the clan also followed their thoughts.

   Within a few days, there was a good talk about corporal Li Xian, a son of a certain clan, or anecdotes about the auspiciousness of the sky falling on the house of a son of a certain clan.

   "Master Shoufu, it is not advisable to delay the matter of filing a letter and establishing a reserve, otherwise the beam will be in danger!"

   "Yes, Lord Shoufu, you should make up your mind on this matter."

  Xu Mingda sighed: "The emperor is in his prime. Although he has no children now, it does not mean that there will be no children in the future. If he adopts the son of the clan as the crown prince, in case the emperor has a parent-child in the future—"

   "Master Shoufu, the emperor is seriously ill now, we can't help but plan for a rainy day!"

   "That's right, I'll talk about it later, but now I can't hesitate any longer."

  Xu Mingda was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

   "Your Majesty, Xu Shoufu, Su Cifu and several ministers are asking to see you." Wei Wuxie whispered in the ear of Emperor Taixiang.

   Emperor Taixiang, who had been bedridden for more than ten days, was already crumpled up and his temples were white. He looked at the middle-aged man in his thirties, but he looked more like a man in his forties and fifties.

   Hearing Wei Wuxie's words, Emperor Taixiang opened his eyes with difficulty and asked in a hoarse voice, "How many chief assistants and ministers are here?"

   "Yes, they are all here."

   Emperor Taixiang fell silent.

   He is not a fool, how could he not know the purpose of these important officials in the court at this time.

In fact, since he fell ill, the inheritance of the throne has been on his mind, and he is unwilling to want to adopt the descendants of the clan. Zong.

  Thinking of this, Emperor Taixiang felt as if a heart was being fried in a frying pan.

   After being a useless prince for so long, he finally ascended the throne. This is his third year on the throne. In fact, he has been on the throne for less than two years.

   He is not reconciled!

   "Let them go back, let's say I fell asleep." Taixiang Emperor closed his eyes.

   "Yes." Wei Wuxie sighed quietly in his heart and went out to deliver the message.

   After hearing Wei Wuxie's message, several ministers looked at each other in dismay.

  The emperor is sleeping here, obviously he doesn't want to see them.

  The emperor didn't want to see them, so they couldn't force their way in.

  Xu Mingda couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved, and said, "I'm sorry to bother Eunuch Wei, since that's the case, we'll retire first."

  The sky was getting warmer, but the Imperial Physician's Office was shrouded in a cloud, and everyone was busy with Taixiang Emperor's illness.

   To the helplessness of the imperial physicians, the emperor was not suffering from some kind of acute illness, but more like an oil lamp that was about to run out of oil. Apart from trying to delay the time for the candle to go out, there was nothing he could do.

   Emperor Taixiang's body became weaker day by day, and anxiety spread up and down the court.

  The important officials in the court headed by Xu Mingda were as anxious as ants on a hot pot after their third attempt to see Emperor Taixiang failed.

   In the palace at this time, the atmosphere was depressing like the eve of a storm, and the palace people were careful not to make a sound when they walked.

  Wei Wuxie took the soup and medicine prepared by the imperial doctor as usual and served Emperor Taixiang to drink the medicine.

   "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine." After shouting, there was still no movement, Wei Wuxie's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly put the medicine bowl aside, leaned forward and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

   Just when Wei Wuxie's heart was about to jump out of his chest, Emperor Taixiang suddenly opened his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead.

  Wei Wuxie heaved a sigh of relief, the corners of his eyes were already wet: "Your Majesty, it's time, it's time to drink the medicine."

  Emperor Taixiang looked at Wei Wuxie with turbid eyes like old age and shook his head: "I don't drink medicine anymore."

   "Your Majesty—" Wei Wuxie suddenly had a somewhat ominous premonition in his heart.

   Emperor Taixiang looked at Wei Wuxie, but smiled instead: "Wei Wuxie, please bring Xu Mingda and others into the palace, I have something to tell them."

  Wei Wuxie lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Yes..."

   Xu Mingda and others who received the news of the emperor's summons almost rushed over, walked into the medicinal-smelling inner room, and knelt down in front of the gauze: "I will meet the emperor, long live my emperor, long live."

   Emperor Taixiang in the tent only felt sarcastic when he heard the courtiers shout "Long live".

   Where does the "long live" come from in this world, only the unlucky person who gets it and loses it.

   "Wei Wuxie, lift up the veil."

  Wei Wuxie hurriedly lifted the gauze tent, saw Emperor Taixiang moving slightly, and stepped forward to help him.

  Emperor Taixiang was lying half-lying leaning on the pillow, his eyes fell on the several ministers kneeling below, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You all get up."

  Xu Mingda and others all stood up.

   "How many candidates have you proposed for the crown prince?"

   When Emperor Taixiang said these words, all the ministers showed a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

  Emperor Taixiang smiled: "Isn't that what all the ministers have asked to see me over and over again?"

  Xu Mingda and others immediately knelt down again: "I am guilty!"

   Emperor Taixiang coughed, Wei Wuxie hurriedly brought out the golden spittoon, and gently stroked his back with one hand.

   The coughing sound made all the ministers feel sad.

  The emperor really doesn't seem to be able to do it.

  Emperor Taixiang calmed down and said, "I don't have the energy to be polite to you. Tell me about your proposed candidates."

   Several ministers all looked at Xu Mingda.

  Xu Mingda cleared his throat and said, "The ministers have drawn up a total of six candidates, the first is the eldest grandson of Prince Gong, who is twenty years old..."

   Emperor Taixiang closed his eyes and listened to Xu Mingda finishing the six candidates for the crown prince, and shook his head.

  Xu Mingda and others couldn't help but be confused.

  Although these six candidates were the result of wrestling with honorable officials, they are indeed the most suitable after comprehensive consideration of blood, age, descendants, etc. Does the emperor shake his head and think it is inappropriate?

   Several ministers quietly winked at Xu Mingda, signaling him to ask.

  Xu Mingda calmed down and asked respectfully: "What are your dissatisfaction with the candidates, please ask the emperor to show you."

   Emperor Taixiang opened his eyes to look at Xu Mingda, and said after a moment of silence, "Only those under the age of three are considered."

   As soon as these words came out, the ministers couldn't help being taken aback.

   They are all adult clan sons, and they consider that once the emperor's tomb collapses, they can successfully succeed to the throne and stabilize the situation.

  The emperor only considered clan sons under the age of three, not to mention that once such an old child ascends the throne, he will definitely need a secondary minister. The chance of premature death for children of this age is too great...

   "Your Majesty—" all the ministers spoke, wanting to persuade them again.

  Emperor Taixiang's tone was weak, but his expression was firm, and he repeated again: "Only those under the age of three are considered."

  How seriously ill Emperor Ren Taixiang was, he was the monarch of a country in the end, so resolute ministers could only come down.

   "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will re-form the suitable candidates."

   "You want the handsome, not the ugly." Emperor Taixiang warned again.

  All ministers: "…"

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   (end of this chapter)