Ji Yunshu felt apologetic.
"I am sorry."
Wei Yi turned to look at her, "Why did you tell me this?"
"If it wasn't for me, Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei wouldn't die."
Wei Yi smiled, "Do you think I will hate you?"
Is not it
She stared at him, trying to get a little relief from his expression, and Wei Yi lived up to her expectations, and there was no hatred in his expression.
He solemnly told her, "Shu Er, I don't hate you, I didn't before, I won't now, and I won't in the future."
Seriously!
Suddenly there was a gust of wind!
Wei Yi immediately stood in front of her.
One tall and one short figure overlapped under the reflection of the light.
One bowed his head, the other raised his head.
Four eyes intertwined.
Snowflakes fell and fell onto Ji Yunshu's forehead.
Wei Yi stretched out his hand to brush it off for her, but the moment his fingers touched her forehead—
She turned her head and avoided!
Wei Yi's hand froze in mid-air, and the cold wind blew on his five knuckles, unable to move like frozen ice.
He looked down at the woman in front of him, his eyes moist.
How deep is the love, how much the heart hurts!
"Are you afraid of me?"
Uh
Ji Yunshu raised his head suddenly, met his sad eyes, and quickly said, "No."
"Then why are you avoiding me?"
She didn't want to avoid it, but the feeling made her flustered, and she was afraid that she would fall into Wei Yi's clean and gentle eyes before she knew it.
At this moment, she didn't know how to speak.
There was a smile of relief on Wei Yi's lips.
"You and Jing Rong, my sincere wishes."
"Wei Yi."
"I always said I would protect you, but in fact I couldn't do it at all. You are the safest only when he is by your side, Shu'er, I wish you all." He said seriously.
Ji Yunshu's eyes were moist and moved.
Look at each other and smile.
suddenly-
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The sound of a bell came from the direction of the imperial palace, echoing in the New Year's Eve in Kyoto City.
Soon, a message reached Prince Rong's mansion.
"The palace is in an emergency!"
…
Palace, outside Fuyang Palace.
When Jing Rong arrived with Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi, there were already many ministers waiting outside.
Seeing him coming, everyone dispersed.
He walked to the gate of the temple.
Zhang Quan said, "King Rong, the emperor wants to see you."
He hurried in.
In the hall, several imperial physicians stood in front of the bed, bowing their heads and sighing.
On the bed, Emperor Qi Zhen's face was pale, his body was thin, his cheekbones were bulging, his empty eyes were deep into the sockets, and he stared tiredly at the veil above his head.
How long did it take to be like this!
Jing Rong walked to the bed.
He whispered softly, "Father."
Emperor Qi Zhen heard the sound and sighed softly before turning his eyes to look at him and opening his mouth.
"Jingrong."
"My son is here."
At that moment, Emperor Qi Zhen's eyes suddenly turned red, his white lips trembled, and he asked, "You... you hate me?"
hatred!
Of course hate!
This is not the first time this question has been asked.
Jing Rong lowered his eyes, "My son doesn't dare."
Today, he is still the well-behaved and sensible son who never resisted. Emperor Qi Zhen shed tears: "I have been on the throne for 21 years in my entire life, regaining territory, pacifying chaos and stabilizing the country, and it is my honor to be in a prosperous world, but... I have done too many stupid things. Back then, Even if I have a hint of unbearable heart, your mother-in-law... will not die, and everything will not happen today.
Health, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
The tone was bleak.
Jing tolerated the discomfort in his heart, the words stuck in his throat, unable to say a word.
"Jing Rong, the person I'm most sorry for is actually you. In this life, I owe you too much..." He said while crying, reaching out to hold Jing Rong's hand tightly, trying to keep those weak hands open. With tired eyes, he said, "I have made an edict to hand over the Dalinjiangshan... to you."
"Father."
"You promise me that no matter what happens, you must... guard this country." Emperor Qi Zhen gasped.
Jing Rong has no intention of taking the throne!
He was hesitant to accept or not to accept
Emperor Qi Zhen coughed, took the last few breaths of his life, grabbed his hand hard, and said hoarsely, "You promise me!"
Jing Rong's face was full of contradictions, his eyes were red, and his eyebrows were frowning. The blood in his body seemed to boil, making him feel hot. Looking at his father's emperor's pleading eyes and the tears in his eyes, his heart was ruthless. Screwed into a piece.
finally-
"My son promises you." He didn't know how much courage he had to fight for this sentence.
Emperor Qi Zhen was finally relieved, he breathed his last breath, lay flat on the bed, looked at the gauze above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.
The hand also loosened little by little from Jing Rong's hand and placed it on the bedside.
Jing Rong froze all over.
"Your Majesty." Zhang Quan shouted.
Everyone in the hall knelt down.
At the same time, a voice sounded outside the hall: "The emperor is dying."
echoed throughout the palace.
The ministers knelt down in the outer hall.
Weeping.
Jing Rong looked at Emperor Qi Zhen, and at the moment of separation in the face of death, he still had red eyes after all.
"Father, my son has never hated you."
But Emperor Qizhen could no longer hear it.
He took a few steps back, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times.
At this time, the wind blew open a window in the temple, and the wind rolled snowflakes in, landing on the windowsill, the ground, and the dragon robe that hung flat on the screen.
A generation of emperors, power status, after all, is not brought by life, not by death.
…
Zhang Quan brought the edict, "Your Highness, this is the emperor's edict."
The edict, that is the world!
Jing Rong looked at the imperial decree, and then looked at the gate of Fuyang Hall. As long as he went out of that door and read the imperial decree, the future Dalinjiangshan belonged to him.
"Your Highness?" Zhang Quan called.
He suddenly instructed the imperial doctor in the palace and the maids and eunuchs who were serving, "You all go out."
"Yes."
Everyone retreated.
Zhang Quan: "My lord, is this?"
"Eunuch Zhang, I would like to trouble you to Xuan Hanlin Academy's businessman to come in."
Although he didn't understand it, Zhang Quan did it anyway.
After a while, Shang Zhuo bowed in, patted the snow on his shoulders, and entered the hall.
"I don't know what the prince ordered?"
Jing Rong: "Sir Shang, this king knows your imitation technique very well, so I want you to do something for this king."
…
After a stick of incense.
Zhang Quan went out holding the imperial edict.
Jing Rong stood inside with a calm expression.
Shang Zhuo was a little unclear and asked, "Is it worth doing this, the lord?"
He was silent, and looked sideways at the dragon robe hanging on the screen in the inner hall. The dragon on it was really lifelike.
The voice of Zhang Quan reading his edict came from outside.
"Fengtian, the emperor's edict said, my birthday is coming, Long Yubintian, the son of the king, Jingxi (Wei Yi), has a precious character, is prepared for virtue and filial piety, and bows deeply to me. Following my ascension to the throne, the civil and military officials and the people all over the world will follow this edict and honor it." The last voice was accompanied by the sound of folk fireworks when New Year's Eve arrived.