"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 abide by this edict and honor it.”
This last edict shocked all the ministers in the outer hall.
Even Wei Yi and Ji Yunshu couldn't believe it.
How could the emperor pass the throne to Wei Yi
Among them, I am afraid there is a lot of mystery.
Zhang Quan held the imperial edict in front of Wei Yi, "King Shunjun, accept the edict."
Wei Yi dared not miss it!
Zhang Quan: "This is Emperor Long'en, Shun County King Cheng'en."
He hesitated, and felt a little more uneasy in his heart.
But in the end, he still took the decree.
Kowtow and thank you: "Thank you... Your Majesty."
He bowed his head to the ground, his forehead touching the cold ground, and he didn't get up for a long time.
Probably only the cold and biting feeling can wake him up.
Knowing that it's all... it's true!
The next day, in the palace tower.
Jing Rong and Wei Yi stood on the top, and the two looked at the red-walled and green-tiled imperial palace and the bustling Kyoto city below, silent for a long time.
It wasn't until a white dove landed on the fort that the silence was finally broken.
"Why?" Wei Yi finally asked aloud.
Jing Rong's expression was flat: "If my heart is not here, where is the world? If I take over this day, this day will die sooner or later."
Hearing this, Wei Yi frowned lightly, looked at everything that was about to belong to him at the moment, and then asked, "But are you willing to give me this country?"
"It's not to let, but this world should be yours." Emphasis.
Yep
Wei Yi looked at him and wondered why? Jing Rong said with a bit of apology: "I promised you that Duke Yu would be released on Jishan Mountain, but in the end, I killed him myself. As far as you are concerned, I feel guilty, but not because of this. I chose to let you succeed the throne, but because what you want to be an emperor is a heart, a person who loves the subjects of the world.
Heart, with this alone, no one can match you. "
"You really believe me?"
"If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't do it."
Wei Yi was silent.
Jing Rong: "Wei Yi, some things should be yours, they are destined to be yours, you should take them."
"… "
He took a deep breath and looked down at the prosperous and prosperous city of Kyoto.
There was a lot of struggle in my heart.
finally-
"Okay, I'll accept this grace."
The gray dove on the fortress made a few "coocoo" calls, flapped its wings, and flew away...
In the twenty-first year of Emperor Qi Zhen, he died!
In March of the same year, Wei Yi ascended the throne and changed his name to Chengxuan.
On the third day after Wei Yi ascended the throne, Moruo took Tang Si to prepare to leave Beijing.
Yuhua Court.
"Slow down, these things are very important." Tang Si directed the children with his waist on his back, quite like a lady boss.
Children are hardworking.
Whoever makes his wife pregnant, he can't be scolded or beaten!
Moruo came over and said in a kind voice, "You are pregnant with a child now, don't get angry at every turn."
Tang Si nodded obediently, took his hand, and said, "I see. "
"Know? Do you know you're still drinking?"
"When did I drink?"
"Still quibbling, I found an empty wine bottle under the bed last night."
"I… "
"How many times have I told you that you can't drink when you're pregnant, and the child you're born will be stupid. What if you're like you?"
…
The two were bickering happily.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu, who happened to be seen off, bumped into each other.
"You're about to become a parent, why are you still arguing all day long." Jing Rong patted Mo Ruo's shoulder, "You really are, how come your temper is still the same as before, and you don't know how to change it, so that your wife will be reborn again. No less meat."
"Ouch, look at what you said, I'm not you, I only care about the beauty in my arms." Moruo teased deliberately.
It made Ji Yunshu feel embarrassed.
Tang Si asked jokingly, "By the way, when will you two get married?"
This…
Jing Rong replied generously, "It depends on when someone is willing to marry me."
Someone rolled his eyes at him.
provoke a laugh.
Afterwards, Jing Rong pulled Moruo aside and said, "There is news from Lingzhou that Jing Xian... died. At that time, others had just arrived in Lingzhou."
Uh!
Mo Ruo was surprised.
"He took medicine for many years, his body collapsed, and he couldn't make it to Lingzhou."
Mo Ruo sighed, "Maybe... that's also a relief." He felt uncomfortable and didn't want to talk about it again, so he started another topic, "You have a dashing temperament, so you probably won't stay in the capital for too long, if you want to choose a good one come to Hou Liao to find me.”
"There will be that day."
"Then I wait for you."
It was not early, and the two of Mo Tang got into the carriage. Although they were reluctant to part, they were determined to meet again one day.
After Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu sent him out of the capital, they went to a place.
It was a plum blossom forest.
Plum blossoms are flying, facing the white snow, looking around, it seems that there is no end in sight.
Being in it is like being in a fairyland.
The petals fell on Ji Yunshu's head, adding a bit of beauty to her. With a faint smile on her small and delicate face, she walked in this plum blossom forest, like a real painting.
Jing Rong stared at her, fascinated.
Ji Yunshu didn't care about his gaze, but was suspicious. Why didn't she know that there was such a good piece of land in the capital
He asked, "When was there such a plum blossom forest in the capital?"
Jing Rong's eyes were gentle: "This is what I planted for you."
"For me?" She looked at the extremely handsome man in front of her in confusion.
"When we entered Beijing a year ago, I ordered people to plant this piece of plum grove. Planting causes fruit and plum blossoms are in full bloom. I should show you."
She trembled, very moved.
His eyes turned slightly red in an instant.
The corner of Jing Rong's mouth was full of a smile, and she stretched out her arms and pulled her to her chest.
She pursed her lips and raised her deep eyes to look at him. The gentle but deep eyes of the man made her whole, as if a soft ribbon was wrapped around her chest, soothing all the anxiety and tension in her heart.
"Yun Shu, I've been waiting, and finally let me wait for this day." He was extremely happy.
She also sincerely said: "The white head is inseparable, life and death go hand in hand."
Eyes facing each other, forever intertwined.
Jing Rong reached out and hooked her slender chin, lifted it slightly, and then leaned down, her thin lips fell on her crimson lips, extremely soft.
Plum blossoms were falling around, accompanied by white snow, scattered on the two of them.
Jing Rong, if this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.
…
Royal Palace.
Wei Yi, dressed in a dragon robe, stood in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden. The winter flowers in the whole yard were very gorgeous and colorful, vying to bloom, adding a bit of vigor to the icy Forbidden City.
He walked to a plum blossom, reached out and folded one.
The flowers are blooming beautifully!
He liked it too.
but-
The plum blossom that had just been folded still fell from his hands, hitting the ground lightly.
When the wind blows, a few petals are blown away.
He chuckled lightly and pulled the sword from one of the guards' waist.
The guard immediately knelt on the ground.
The little eunuch was worried that he would hurt himself, so he hurried forward.
"Your Majesty, this sword is very sharp, don't hurt your body."
He didn't listen, he held the long sword tightly, the silver light was like a torch, reflecting the cold light of the dignified man, and it was dialed into his eyes little by little.
The clean and clear eyes gradually darkened at this moment.
Holding a long sword, he stabbed to the ground fiercely.
Powerful.
The sword's edge sank into the ground and stabbed straight into the ground!
Standing against the snow. (End of the first map)