"Madam, please speak, but I have given instructions. Hu will obey orders." Zhao Bohu said without frowning.

"I heard that the young master is not married yet? Have you made an engagement?" Fan Ji slowly stroked the white jade pendant on the desk and asked slowly.

"Never." Zhao Bohu answered, but wondered what the other party was trying to ask about this matter.

"Nothing." Fan Ji said with a look of spring breeze: "My brother has a daughter, who is the eldest daughter born to Mrs. Zheng. She is almost in her prime. She has a beautiful appearance and a virtuous personality. If the young master does not dislike my remote country, my surname is indifferent, and I am willing to be a matchmaker for the young master."

"This-------" Zhao Bohu sighed in his heart: Madam is good at planning! This is to pull my Zhao clan into the camp of the legitimate prince Ji Hu, and turn the position of the prince into an iron-clad country. But it is of great importance. He cannot promise rashly, nor dare to refuse flatly. He can only vaguely refute: "Marriage is the order of the parents. What's more, Hu is at the mourning of his mother. This matter must be reported to his father as the master."

"That's natural. Young Master, don't worry. Whether you agree to this marriage or not, I will dismiss the Yishe as promised."

“So very good.”

After returning from seeing off the guest, Husband Feng Yangsi saw that Fan Ji was still pondering beside the desk and had no intention of going to bed. She came over and asked in a low voice: "Madam, do you really want to sever the Yishe Club? They are the most loyal people around you!"

"Since you promised Mr. Zhao, you must do it naturally." Fan Ji said in a deep voice: "Your man does not need to follow us into the palace, you can do this outside. He ordered the people in the Yishe Society to send them back if they wish to return to the country, and they will be placed by my brother. If they are not willing, each person will give two hundred gold to help them acquire another property in Fenghao or Chengzhou to settle down and live in life. From now on, they will be dormant. If they have no self, they are not allowed to move without any action."

The wet nurse suddenly realized: "Madam, this is what I want-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You don't understand that Zhao Gongzi is the son of the clan. In the future, he will inherit his father's title and official position and serve as the pillar of the country. His father is in his prime and will have other descendants. If my son has Zhao clan as his assistant, the position of crown prince will not be shaken by anyone."

"Madam is far-sighted, and I feel ashamed." When Bai Yangsi remembered something, her face suddenly became tighter and she asked, "Madam, we have not sent anyone to Luoyi during this period. Could it be that it is from Yiji? Madam, do you think you should hit her at the right time?"

"Forget it." Fan Ji seemed a little tired: "She is also a pitiful person. I was negligent and had not sent anyone to pay for Mo Yi's family in time. You can handle this for me, so make sure that his family is worry-free. As for Yi Ji, please take it more carefully in the future!"

"promise!"

"Yi Ji, Yi Ji-------" Seeing that the wet nurse went to the inner room to make the mattress, Fan Ji sat alone in front of the desk and murmured. This girl is really a pitiful person, but for some reason, every time she saw her timid appearance, she would be angry. Alas! Why? Is it because she is so angry that she can't make a big deal, or is it something else?-----

On the third day after King Xiao of Zhou was buried, the ceremony of the new king's ascension ceremony was officially held. Ji Xie wore a king's crown on his head and dressed in a robe that only the emperor could enjoy. He led all civil and military officials, princes from all directions to the Taimiao to worship his ancestors. He was the ninth king of the Zhou royal family and has followed his father to worship the Taimiao since he was a child. But now he has come in.

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, but it was a different taste.

The deep and solemn high pillar lobby, the entire wall on the north side was cast into an altar, and the eight or nine inches high stepped tablets were stacked up one by one, seventeen or eighteen floors high, silently telling the profound origin of this dynasty. Looking at the dense tablets, Ji Xie couldn't help but feel short of breath. The tablet on the bottom row was polished very shiny, and the letter "The position of King Xianyi Ji Gong," was written on it.

Ji Xie stared at the tablet for a long time, knelt down respectfully on the cushion, burned incense and prayed, and finally put the incense into the cauldron, and the ceremony was over. He silently murmured in his heart: Father, the child returns to the throne, and he will definitely set up the throne in the north and conquer Jingchu in the south, revitalize the great achievements of civil and military affairs, and restore the glory of my past lives!

After suing the Taimiao and offering sacrifices to the heavens, he received the approval of his ancestors and Gods, and fulfilled the necessary legal procedures. Next, he should ascend to the palace and ascend the throne, accept the congratulations of the ministers and princes, and officially become the King of Zhou.

Ji Xie slowly moved towards his throne from behind the screen, and the past came to his heart one by one. After six years of imprisonment, his only son almost indulged in Fengshui. Fortunately, he was protected by his ancestors and his wife to make trouble. More importantly, he received the support of Jianghan and most of the princes in the eastern region, so that today was today. He understood that ascending to the throne was just the first step, and the road ahead would be even more difficult. He had to continue to win over these forces that supported him and forge a throne country.

"The king has been to the palace, and the ministers have visited him--" Si Liguan shouted in a long voice. As soon as he finished speaking, the antlers inside and outside the hall blew together, and the whimpering sound of "Yo-Yo--" soared into the sky.

Zhou Gong and Zhao Gong led the royal ministers to the hall step by step, and bowed together under the throne steps: "Congratulations to the king, the king, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"

Ji Xie looked high and saw a vast white area. Everyone was wearing mourning clothes. It was impossible to distinguish the ranks of each person in terms of obedience. He cleared his throat and said in a clear and majestic voice as possible: "All the people are calm!"

"Thank you, King!"

Duke Zhou was on the left and Duke Zhao was on the right, and stood at the steps in two shifts. The next group of people were the princes in the royal capital. Ji Xie stood up and said loudly: "All my dear friends are calm! Everyone is really working hard to protect Fenghao!"

"For me, the country and country have been for thousands of years. I was the duty of my ministers, so why should I work hard?"

Ji Xie suspected that they had rehearsed, so why did they answer so neatly?

The last group was the princes in the eastern plains and Jianghan area. The titles were honored, and the heads were Song Gong, followed by a large number of marquis and bonfires. At this time, a shocking scene happened. Ji Xie not only stood up from behind the throne, but also walked down the steps step by step to greet the princes.

When he walked down the last step, he clearly heard a clear chuckle from the second row of the princes in the ranks. Who was it? Ji Xie's eyes flashed and saw a short-bearded man in his forties dodging his eyes. Although he looked familiar, he couldn't remember who he was?

Most of the princes were just surprised, but the points of everyone's surprise were different. After being surprised, Duke Zhou was a little more gloating; Duke Zhao was first surprised, but then became confused. As for the princes, they were either flattered, such as Duke Ji, Duke Shen, Duke Yu, and Duke Guo, or like Duke Song, they looked at each other like Duke Song.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Ji Xie felt a little regretful, as if he had done this wrong step. But he had already stepped down the steps, so he couldn't walk back without saying anything. That would be too embarrassing

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. He had to bite the bullet and bow, but he did not bow, saying, "I can regain the throne, and rely on your own strength. I hope that all my family will help you in the future and protect our great Zhou dynasty together!"

The whole palace bowed: "As long as the king's order!"

When he returned to his body, Ji Xie asked Jia, the temple man (eunuch) who was holding him: "Who was the one who burst into laughter just now?"

"Report to the king, it is the Duke of Qi."

"Qi Duke-------" A trace of resentment flashed in Ji Xie's eyes.

In 886 BC, King Yi of Zhou, Ji Xie, the eldest son of King Yi of Zhou, officially ascended the throne. On the same day, he issued an edict, granting his wife Fanji as queen and his legitimate son Ji Hu as crown prince. The next year, the reign was changed, and it was known in history as King Yi of Zhou.

The Palace of Haojing was also divided into the previous dynasty and the harem. In the harem, the Queen Fanji had just sent him to visit Yiji, and he criticized her for a few words. Fortunately, the King Yi only had such a concubine, so she had nothing to do. She was leading her son Ji Hu to visit the imperial garden with great enthusiasm!

The newly appointed prince Ji Hu is only six years old, and he is the age of the most curious. He feels everything is fresh and keeps asking questions. Fan Ji shaved his nose: "I don't know so many things about Hu'er, so I want to invite a gentleman to train him well!"

"Hmph! I don't learn from those rude scholars. I want to learn to bend my bow and archery, learn to shoot swords, guns, axes, and become a great king to expand his territory in the future. Just like King Wu and King Mu!" Ji Hu shouted dissatisfiedly.

"So you pester Duke Guo every day and ask him to teach you martial arts, right?" Fan Ji said with a smile: "But son, governing a country requires not only force, but also skillful wisdom. Those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard to govern others, you will understand in the future!"

The mother and son walked to the woods while talking and laughing. Suddenly, they heard a burst of laughter from inside, and they could vaguely hear the words "How is the King?". Fan was careful and did not speak out, but listened carefully.

One person said, "Is it true that the king actually descended to welcome the princes?"

Another answered: "It's true. I heard from the eunuch who was serving in front that the king not only lowered the ranks, but also bowed and refused to bow. It's really too polite to the princes-----"

Ban Ji couldn't bear to listen anymore, so he angrily flicked his sleeves and shouted, "Go back to the palace!" Suddenly, the sound of the sound in the woods fell silent.

When he returned to the central palace, Fan Ji was still angry. He brushed his sleeves and waved the incense burner on the table to the ground, and the incense ash spread all over the ground. Ji Hu had never seen his mother get such a big fire, so he was so scared that he dared not speak.

Bai Yangsi asked carefully: "The two palace maids who were just gossiping have already taken them. What should the queen do if they see them?"

"If someone dares to gossip and attack the emperor, it is equivalent to this." Fan Ji gritted his teeth and said, "

"promise!"

Bai Yangsi took the order and left. Ban Ji turned around and looked at his son, silently pulled him over, and said earnestly: "Hu Er, remember. As a monarch, you must not only control your subordinates, but also have power. Benefits and power are equally important so that the subjects are afraid and prohibited. Don't imitate your father, who loses the etiquette of the monarch and his subjects, and will bring disaster upon himself."

Ji Hu nodded without understanding.

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