One year after Cheng Xuan, Wei Yi stepped down.
On this day, the emperor ascended the throne, the emperor's grace is mighty, and the world is amnesty!
The first rain and the new emperor caused a sensation both inside and outside the capital.
Looking forward to the new emperor ascending the throne and ushering in the prosperity of the prosperous world.
At this time, in the backyard of Prince Rong's mansion.
The clear rain slid down from the layers of tiles, like a string of silver beads, and the sound fell to the ground.
Jing Rong stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back, the rain splashed on his clean robes, dizzy circle after circle, like a landscape painting.
His eyes stared into the distance for a long time, looking in the direction of the palace.
I don't know how long it took, the clear rain suddenly slowed down, and the drizzle made the distant scene more and more blurred like a thick fog.
At this time, the new emperor should be approaching the Golden Palace!
Since the moment the palace bell rang, he has been standing here for almost two hours.
Ji Yunshu walked to him silently, stretched out his palm to receive a few drops of rain dripping from the eaves.
The rain fell on the palm of the hand, revealing a coolness.
At the end of November, winter has already begun.
Two years and three winters.
In the past two years, the royal family has been turbulent and blood-stained by the struggle for power.
The court members were replaced, their ambitions expanded, and the strong winds in the palace swept recklessly.
From Qi Zhen to today's new emperor, one generation after another, everyone does not know whether today can make everything come to a successful end
Ji Yunshu looked at the rain in the palm of his hand, the drop of rain was like a beating fairy, light and cheerful.
a long time-
She tilted her head and asked him, "Do you regret it?"
Jing Rong Junlang's face was very flat, he slightly bent his beautiful eyes, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Now, there is no regret."
Yes!
He has made a decision.
Ji Yunshu understood what he meant.
Don't ask any more.
Jing Rong stretched out her hand and walked towards Ji Yunshu's palm, which was catching the rain, clasping her fingers together.
The icy rain was caught in the palms of the two, and slowly penetrated into each other's lines, running wildly along the hot blood.
The two smiled at each other!
At this time, in the direction of the palace, the bell sounded again.
The rain has gradually stopped...
Inside the palace, a red carpet was spread outside the Golden Throne Hall.
The ministers knelt on both sides.
Welcome to the new emperor!
Just a few days ago, after Commander Xiao read out the last emperor's edict, Jing Rong, who should have been wearing a dragon robe, announced his abdication the next day, ceding the throne to Jing Cheng, the only grandson of the Duke of Dingbei.
An eight-year-old child!
The lineage of Dingbeihou is also a royal family, and only eight-year-old Jing Cheng is left in this lineage.
When Jing Rong made such a decision, all the officials in the court did not seem surprised, because after so many experiences, everyone knew that Jing Rong was like a bird, and it did not belong to the cold place of the palace at all. What he wants is the vast sky outside.
What I want is to be happy with Ji Yunshu.
The eight-year-old Jing Cheng was wearing a dragon robe, and it seemed that he was not used to all this, and his eyes were more or less timid and nervous.
Shang Zhuo, who was already a Taifu, took his hand all the way from Shenzhaomen to the outside of the Golden Palace.
When stepping on the red carpet, Jing Cheng looked around, but didn't dare to go any further, and stayed where he was, watching the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.
Shang Zhuo lowered his eyes and whispered, "Your Majesty?"
Jing Cheng was indifferent, with a look of stage fright.
Shang Zhuo said, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, Wei Chen is holding you."
The voice is soft and ready!
The little emperor was still unwilling to go, and even took a small step back.
The ministers looked up and looked at each other.
Shang Zhuo really had no choice, he squatted down and said, "Your Majesty, Wei Chen is holding you, okay?"
Jing Cheng rolled his big eyes, thought for a moment, and then nodded.
Shang Zhuo picked him up and went to the Golden Palace.
The little prince entered the hall and sat on the dragon chair that was taller than the others.
The new emperor ascends the throne!
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty bowed and worshipped: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live."
The sound resounded throughout the palace.
Long time rippling!
This year is the first year of Dehao.
A few days later, Fang Jinsi.
Several eunuchs hurried to the door.
As soon as Mammy Jiang saw it, she quickly came up and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I was ordered to take that Ji Er girl to a place."
"This… "
Ji Wanxin seems to have guessed that since the day Wei Yi stepped down, she has been waiting, waiting for someone to see her.
Now, it's finally time to wait.
She said to the eunuchs, "Can you wait for me for a stick of incense?"
"I'm afraid..." Embarrassed.
"I won't run."
The eunuch thought for a while: "Well, it's time for a stick of incense."
"Thank you a few father-in-laws."
She returned to the house and changed into a dress.
All dressed up!
This is... white mourning!
The eunuchs were amazed, but in order not to waste time, they took her away without questioning.
This way, I went to a relatively clean place in the palace.
It was an unpopular yard.
It's like a cold palace.
Also like a prison.
"Go in." The eunuch pushed the door open.
Ji Wanxin stepped in and smelled the aroma of tea coming from the house. It was so refreshing!
After entering the door, standing in front of her was a cloth screen embroidered with phoenixes.
I could vaguely see a person sitting on the ground on the other side of the screen.
She paused for a while, then bypassed the screen in front of her and walked in!
At this moment, Ji Yunshu was sitting cross-legged on the seat, holding a delicate teapot, brewing tea leisurely.
She knew someone was coming in, but she didn't even look at Ji Wanxin.
He opened his lips and said, "Sit down."
The sound is very light.
Can't hear any emotion.
Ji Wanxin also obediently sat down opposite her.
Ji Yunshu raised his eyes, and only then saw that she was wearing a plain dress, and chuckled lightly.
But nothing was said.
She just poured two cups of tea, pushed one of them in front of her, and said, "Try it, it's your favorite tea. This tea is also brought from Jinjiang."
Ji Wanxin hesitated for a while, then smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, then took a sip of tea.
Complimented: "Your tea making skills are getting better and better."
Ji Yunshu said, "Oh? Really? Actually, it's still the same as before."
"Everyone is improving, how can it be the same as before?"
"If the heart is not greedy, it will naturally remain the same."
When Ji Wanxin heard her say this, she smiled with her pale lips, and said, "I really hope, we are all still at Jin Jiang's house."
"There's no going back, is there?"
"Yeah! I can't go back." Ji Wanxin said in a deep voice.
Ji Yunshu didn't speak any more, and continued to concentrate on making tea.
a long time-
Ji Wanxin couldn't help it: "Don't you want to say anything?"
She doesn't speak.
"Don't you want to know that when the second Wei family died, there were dove and bird feathers hidden in your house?"
She still doesn't speak.
Ji Wanxin's palm tightened and she told her, "It was me, I accidentally told him about the poisonous feathers of doves and birds, and he thought of poisoning them! And I also put the feathers of doves and birds in your house. What I said under the plum tree was indeed what I told my father." They said them one by one.