The enthronement ceremony of the new emperor will be three days later.
The time was short, and there was definitely not enough time to prepare for the normal abdication ceremony, but everyone knew that He Weiwen had been planning for many years, and he had prepared all these things early. Three days will only be too long but not enough.
Qin Yan personally read the edict of abdication, and his face was as stiff as a stone from the moment he stood in the Golden Luan Hall, and the officials and officials understood it, and everyone seemed very quiet and well-behaved. Kneeling down in unison and saluting, they shouted Long live Your Majesty. This should be the last time they called Qin Yu like this. If it wasn't for He Weiwen's desire to let him step aside, Qin Key wouldn't even be able to survive.
Qin Yan didn't bother to call out, his eyes were dull when he opened the imperial decree, and he read the eloquent words as calmly as water, without any emotion in his voice.
The officials below are still a little sad, time is ruthless, and He Weiwen is even more ruthless. He Weiwen's methods are far from what the little emperor can compare. Such a result, okay. At least in the past few years when He Weiwen has been in power, the people of Qin State have indeed lived a good life.
Qin Key finally read out the name of the abdicate, Queen: Hu Qingruo.
The entire court was so quiet that it seemed that everyone was holding their breath.
Queen!
That's right, the empress who got married yesterday, Qin Yao has no prince. If she abdicates, she can indeed take over as empress. Almost everyone ignored her. This thunderstorm made all the officials in the court unable to recover.
He Weiwen stood at the front of the group of officials. The kneeling people raised their heads and couldn't see his expression. They only saw him bent over, and he spoke with a gentle smile but was extremely firm, "The minister is waiting for the order."
Everyone's minds were buzzing, but he responded, and they all followed the order, his neat voice mixed with strange emotions, "I wait for the order. Long live my emperor, long live, long live."
Qin Yan didn't give any response, handed the imperial edict in his hand to the person arranged by He Weiwen behind him, turned around and left the Golden Luan Hall, no one stopped him, even. None of their attention was on him.
There were attendants waiting outside, the carriage was ready, and the concubines he liked were already waiting. He Weiwen showed mercy to his subordinates and didn't want his life. Sending him to the south of the Yangtze River would allow him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Be content, Qin Yan, he said to himself, at least he is still alive, and he can have his own blood in the future.
Qin Yan stopped, turned around and looked back, he saw He Weiwen leading his attendants towards yesterday's new house.
He has always been gentle and polite on the outside, but cruel and vicious on the inside. When Qin Yan saw him, he mostly smiled. He was not like a military general, but like a tender literati. good words. So his smile is always as inclusive as mountains and rivers but with a sense of distance.
It was a little far away, Qin Yan couldn't see very clearly, but He Weiwen's body was full of joy, and he didn't need to look carefully to feel it.
The throne was handed over to others, and everyone's positioning of He Weiwen was for power and unscrupulous means, and who could make him hand over the world, and he was willing to smile.
Qin Yan stopped, and the attendants who followed him also stopped, and asked softly, "Your Majesty?"
Qin Yan withdrew his thoughts, smiled mockingly and relieved, "Don't call me Your Majesty." He raised his foot and continued walking, looking at the sword on his waist, he suddenly remembered, "Where's the Hu family?"
The attendant's lips didn't answer right away, and seemed to be reconsidering whether he should tell him or not.
Qin Yan shrugged, "He Weiwen won't let me talk?"
"No." The attendant responded and answered his question, "Yesterday, Vice General Hu's guards were weak, and the general dispatched them to the Southern Region."
"Oh." Qin Yu gave a long answer, and then remained silent all the way.
Where is the Southern Territory, poisonous witchcraft, Qimen Dunjia, a little carelessness, life is worse than death. Hu Qingcheng used to be He Weiwen's favorite subordinate. Otherwise, the candidate for the queen would not come from the Hu family. Qin Yan suddenly didn't understand He Weiwen. After planning for many years, is he really happy now that it's ending like this
Today's morning court only announced the abdication. The next court was very early, and the ministers had already been invited away by He Weiwen's guards. Regarding the enthronement ceremony, there are still some procedures that need to be explained to them.
When He Weiwen arrived at the door of the bedroom, the maidservant stood upright by the door, ready to salute him, but He Weiwen raised his hand to stop him, and asked in a low voice, "Where's Qingruo?"
"Go back to the general, the lady should not be awake yet, there has been no sound in the room." They... dare not go in and look.
Without saying the last sentence, it was rare for He Weiwen to feel a little appreciative towards them. He pushed open the door and entered the house.
The sun is full of red against the sun, and the refracted light is somewhat colorful and reddish, beautiful and festive.
He Weiwen walked gently to the bedside.
She is already awake.
Lying on the bed, with black and bright eyes open, his legs were put together in a rogue way, swaying.
His face has already been rubbed, and it is much cleaner than last night, but the pillow next to him is dirty.
Seeing that his feet were still dangling in the air, he asked him lazily, "You became the emperor?"
He Weiwen stood by the bed, nodded with a smile, and stretched out a hand to her, "Get up."
She folded her hands under her head, "I don't think about it." The soft and shiny hair was spread all over the place.
He Weiwen sat down by the bed, she stretched out her foot and kicked it away, still cursing, "You traitor."
"Huh?" He grabbed her feet with one hand. She had been shaking outside for a long time, and her feet were a little cold. He Weiwen frowned. Originally, he wanted to bend down and press her down to tease her, but instead pulled her feet to him On her stomach, she pulled the quilt from behind and covered her.
But she didn't appreciate it, and kicked him twice again, "Don't cover it, it's hot."
He Weiwen frowned, his tone was instantly suppressed, and he looked at her with dark eyes, "Hu Qingruo." A dangerous warning.
Qing Ruo kicked him again, broke free from his hand, lifted the quilt that was pressing on him and turned over.
There was water on the table, Qingruo took two steps towards the table, He Weiwen stood up with his lips pressed together and took her arm.
Qingruo carried a water glass to drink water, a fruit plate in hand, with a self-willed and complacent smile on the corner of her mouth, she took an orange from the fruit plate and threw it at him.
He Weiwen didn't hide, the orange hit him on the forehead.
She was still laughing, laughing presumptuously and recklessly, her white and tender feet stepped on the ground, her toes moved arrogantly like a human being.
He Weiwen took a step forward, pulled the tablecloth with one hand, and with a crackling sound, everything on the table fell to the ground, cakes and fruits mixed with broken plates piled on the ground. The cup in his hand was ripped away by him and thrown away. He Weiwen bullied him, and Qing Ruo was already pressed on the table in the blink of an eye.
His eyes were dark, and he looked closely at her delicate red lips after moisturizing, and said in a low and deep voice, "Do you know what's wrong?"
Qing Ruo snorted softly, and looked at him without fear, her eyes were still full of fire, "Why are you pressing me down all of a sudden, you're out of your mind, you..."
"Bang!" His body was thrown back onto the bed violently.
Because it was a bridal bed, it was big and soft, Qing Ruo was just a little confused when thrown on it, but it didn't hurt.
He Weiwen seemed to have taken off all the camouflage in an instant, there was no trace of gentleness on his handsome cheeks, his evil and violent eyes were domineering and fierce, he threw himself on her body and clamped her body tightly, his words were gloomy and domineering, "Dare With Lao Tzu?"
Qing Ruo didn't have time to answer, his lower body was lifted by his arms around the waist, He Weiwen's movements were fast and ruthless, and the other hand followed her and slapped her buttocks twice, "What are you doing with me?"
A brutal, domineering, unreasonable and unreasonable beast.
The two were lying on the bed, her legs were being pressed by him, and she couldn't move. He Weiwen's two slaps on her buttocks didn't stay strong, and her body reacted more directly and quickly than her emotions.
The eye circles immediately turned red with pain, and he stretched out his hand to hit him, his words became hoarse, "Fuck! He Weiwen! Why are you hitting me?!"
The blood in He Weiwen's eyes spread rapidly, he lowered his head and bit her lip, it couldn't be called a kiss, it was really fierce and domineering to eat her in.
Qing Ruo was out of breath by his torment, He Weiwen propped up his upper body, pinched her chin with his hands, and told her word by word with his eyes slightly blurred, "If you mess with me again, I will kill you."
It's not a threat, it's a fact.
He Weiwen straightened up, and let go of the restraint on her. While pulling the messy clothes, he turned and walked towards the door. He needed to calm down.
Just after opening the door, Qingruo, who turned over and was panting heavily, picked up big apples on the ground and threw them over.
He Weiwen hesitated for a second whether to hide or not, the apple had already hit the back of his head, she was hard enough, and he was hurt enough.
He Weiwen turned around, and the tall figure looked against the light, and the blood around his eyes was full of blood.
Qing Ruo poked her waist, looked at him and raised his head without admitting defeat, "He Weiwen, you bastard bandit."
"Pfft." He Weiwen couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing. He lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists against his lips, shrugged his shoulders and turned around, "Hurry up and wash up, don't you think the eyes are full of shit, don't you think it will affect your vision?"
"...I wipe..."
He Weiwen went out, and the maids carrying trays outside saluted him and filed in one after another.
Each of the bright yellow robes was meticulously and beautifully made, and the maids waited on her fearfully and carefully.
Qing Ruo seems to be a little belated, the size of the clothes from the inside to the outside is just right, and the design of the corner details are all her habits and favorites.
Qing Ruo sat in front of the vanity mirror, and the maids crowned her hair.
Qingruo tilted her head to look outside the door. He Weiwen stood upright at the door with one hand behind her back, like a tall and solid towering tree.
"He Weiwen!"
Qingruo opened her mouth and called him.
He Weiwen turned around, didn't speak, but looked at her intently and seriously, waiting for her to speak.
Qing Ruo pulled the bright yellow clothes on her body and asked him, "Why do I wear bright yellow?"
The corners of He Weiwen's brows and eyes were warmed up. Seeing that the maids had almost made her hair, he took the hair crown from the tray in the hand of the attendant. The golden hair crown was small and delicate, carved with lifelike flying dragons, and the eyes were inlaid with red gemstones.
He Weiwen walked up to her step by step, walked around behind her and lowered his head to put on a hair crown for her. He was gentle and careful, and asked softly, "I want you to be the top of ten thousand people, do you want it?"
Qingruo looked in the mirror, with happiness and a little pride hidden in the corner of her eyes, she turned around and raised her head and asked him, "Is there anyone else under me?"
He Weiwen laughed, turned his head to think seriously, and told her firmly, "No."
He grabbed her hand and knelt in front of her, "Three days later, His Majesty's enthronement ceremony will be held. Long live my emperor!"
As soon as he knelt down, all the palace servants and the guards outside followed suit. After He Weiwen finished speaking, a neat and loud voice sounded, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
Only Qing Ruo was sitting on the chair alone, taller than everyone else, her expression froze, and the hand held by He Weiwen was tightened.
He Weiwen gently rubbed her palm to comfort her, raised his head and said in a gentle and patient voice, like a teacher enlightening his students, "Say flat."
She tensed up and looked at He Weiwen with a wrinkled face, "He Weiwen! I..."
"Hush." He Weiwen stopped, smiled, and said in a very casual tone, "Don't be afraid, be good, call me Pingshen."
Qing Ruo bit her head and turned her head, took two deep breaths, "Stay flat."
He Weiwen laughed when he heard it, and took the lead to thank him.
As soon as the two words came out, she was the emperor aloof from now on.
He Weiwen took her hand and led her to stand up, "Your Majesty, the bedroom has been prepared for you, should you move over there now?"
Qingruo held his hand tightly, staring at her steadily, the bewilderment and uneasiness in the depths of her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by the flying colors he was familiar with.
She suddenly laughed, as always stupidly arrogant and self-righteous, "He Weiwen, I'm hungry, I order you, I want breakfast."
What a quick learner.
He Weiwen smiled, let go of her hand, bent down to accept the order, "I obey the order."
**
There are tens of millions of people in this world.
Only her, I kneel, I am willing to work for her.
Long live my emperor.
—[Black box]