Be brave enough to admit your mistakes and never repent.
These eight words were probably referring to Jiang Pengji herself.
Just a few days ago, he had promised her nicely, but a few days later, he went back on his word. Every time he looked for her, he would have to run errands for her.
Xu Ke and the others couldn't help but have a rebellious thought — Their Lord's injury wouldn't recover so quickly _ (: з) ∠) _
Seriously, the lord who had recovered her vigor was like a monkey. She jumped up and down and could not be found at all. There were many things that no one could handle except for Jiang Pengji — this was limited to matters related to the ascension to the throne. Jiang Pengji was particularly impatient with these empty rituals. She did not like them.
Qiguan Rang and the others had no choice but to pass this heavy responsibility to Wei Ci.
No matter where Wei Ci was waiting for the lord, he must let her settle the matter so that the day of the ascension to the throne hall would not be delayed.
Wei Ci, "…"
Jiang Pengji couldn't help but slap the table and laugh maniacally. "Wen Zheng and the rest have also learned bad things. They're driving so fast that they can fly."
After being together for so many years, Wei Ci could now understand some of the weird things that Jiang Pengji said. He could not help but blush.
"What do you mean, my lord?"
Jiang Pengji hooked her arms around his neck and breathed lightly into his ear. She said ambiguously, "What if Zixiao is blocking someone in between the sheets?"
Wei Ci, "…"
Nonsense. Wen Zheng and the others were all decent people. How could they be like their lord, who would speak dirty words at the drop of a hat and say such shameful and vulgar things?
"However, since Zixiao took the initiative to deliver himself to me, I won't stand on ceremony and will kindly accept it." Jiang Pengji's arms slithered into his clothes like a snake. The skin under her palms was warm and firm. She could feel his heartbeat through his skin. "Every minute of the night is worth a thousand gold."
Wei Ci raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Pengji's hand, which was randomly lighting the fire. His posture was that of Liu Xiahui and he did not move.
"I don't care. My lord has already made her choice. We'll talk about other things after we're done with our business."
In any case, it was an important task entrusted by Qiguan Rang and the others. Wei Ci could not let Jiang Pengji fool him.
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
How long had it been since she had eaten meat? Wei Ci had to say something that spoiled the mood at this time. She had to hand it to him.
"My color is not as good as these drawings?"
Jiang Pengji twirled the few drawings between her fingers. They were all ideas about the newly made dragon robes for women.
If Jiang Pengji was a man, she could make some modifications based on the predecessors' style, but she was a woman. She couldn't follow the old pattern.
After all, she was the first female monarch in history. Every detail had to be unique.
For this reason, Master Yuanjing and a few other knowledgeable scholars gathered together to look for documents and materials. They tried to change the dragon robe into one that was most suitable for her. It took a lot of effort to submit eight sets of blueprints. Almost all of them could be used, but it still depended on Jiang Pengji's personal preferences. After she made up her mind, this dragon robe would also serve as a template for future emperors. It was of great significance.
However, Jiang Pengji had an unusual sense of beauty.
It would be fine if she just randomly chose one, but the key was that someone beside her had to tell her the meaning of every detail of every drawing and every detail of the dragon robe. They had to ask her if it was okay and if she wanted to change it to something else. Jiang Pengji's eyes were filled with mosquito-repellent incense when she heard the last part.
After hiding for a few days, he finally could not resist Wei Ci's' temptation 'and walked right into the trap.
Zixiao had also learned bad things.
Wei Ci said, "My lord's color is naturally unparalleled in the world, but I thought that my lord's appearance in the dragon robe would make heaven and earth pale in comparison."
Jiang Pengji was silent for a moment. She could not help but put her long legs on his shoulders and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the thick-browed, big-eyed, and righteous Zixiao would have such an unknown hobby. You also like to role-play. You want me to wear the dragon robe and have sex with you?"
Wei Ci was speechless.
The older people got, the more they knew how to restrain themselves. However, the older his lord got, the more she did not know what the word 'shame' meant.
He said it so casually, but he felt that he was too shy.
"How can I not agree to Zixiao's request?"
The drawing of the dragon robe that was presented was not fancy. It looked simple, but it could not hide its calmness and grandeur.
It was also a 12-chapter royal robe and 12-chapter royal robe, but the style was somewhat different from what people knew. It was more inclined towards a woman's figure.
Among them, the 12-chapter royal robe was made of copper and the robe was made of silk. It was black on the outside and vermilion on the inside. The front and back of the robe were one foot wide and two feet and four inches long. There were 12 robes at the front and back, and they were pierced with colorful jade beads. The colors were red, white, green, yellow, and black. The content was supported by literature.
As for the 12-chapter royal robe, there were eight robes drawn on the robe. The sun, moon, and dragon were on the shoulders, the stars, mountains, and rivers were on the back, and the fire, insects, and Zong Yi were on the sleeves. The four chapters of the robe were Zhaozao, Mi, Yi, and Fu. The middle sheet was made of plain muslin, and the color of the robe matched with the robe.
In addition to the overall style, there were also jade accessories that dazzled Jiang Pengji. Even the readers would find it difficult to understand.
She also didn't know how those great scholars had the time to go through so much trouble for so long, and even came up with several versions.
It was said that there were several versions, but in fact, the positions of the patterns on the 12-chapter royal robe were different.
She did not know whether it was fate or aesthetics, but the "dragon robe" that Jiang Pengji chose was the same as in her previous life.
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
Yes, didn't Wei Ci know what the future dragon robe would look like? Why did he not let him decide? Why did he have to make her go through all this trouble?
"Wei Zixiao, you are so evil!"
Wei Ci said, "The meaning is always different. I hope that this life of yours will be perfect, without any flaws or regrets."
Choosing the dragon robe was also a kind of pleasure, wasn't it?
Jiang Pengji fiercely bit his collarbone, leaving an ambiguous mark.
They were flirting with each other until the next morning.
Looking at the BYT that Jiang Pengji had thrown into the brazier to burn, one could tell how the battle between the two of them had been last night.
Before ascending to the throne, Jiang Pengji had announced to the world that she would name the new country "Jiang" and change the era name, which was equivalent to declaring herself an emperor.
She was an actual emperor, but she had yet to put her seal on it in name.
Since she had yet to embark on the path of enlightenment, she could not be considered to have truly ascended to the throne. The officials still used the old way of addressing her.
The palace was renovated two years in advance. After Jiang Pengji arrived in Pingfengdu, which was the future imperial capital, she moved into the palace that had just been renovated halfway and began to gradually formalize the team. For example, she abolished the official titles that had been used in the troubled times and the five countries. She further clarified the jurisdiction and responsibilities of each official. At the same time, she would confer titles to the officials, reward them, promote them, and punish them …
The overall system leaned towards the three provinces and six ministries that salted fish in the streaming room was familiar with.
However, the three provinces and six ministries were still very different from the three provinces and six ministries system that they knew.
The most obvious point was that Jiang Pengji's control of power was more centralized, reducing the room for the aristocrats to intervene.
The world had just been established, and the military power was in her hands. Even if someone used the example of the predecessors to mock Jiang Pengji, she could not be bothered to care.
The so-called "being faithful and righteous, honoring virtue for merit, and ruling the world" was just the world in people's imagination. With the current level of science and culture, it was impossible to achieve such a situation. As long as people had selfish motives, they would always think of ways to fight for benefits and favorable conditions for themselves. It was not that there were no truly selfless officials who ruled the world, but they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. It was impossible for all the civil and military officials in the court to be like that.
If he allowed Jiang Pengji to delegate all her power to others, she would be killed in a few months' time.
Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, it was early autumn. At the same time, the scheduled auspicious day of ascending to the throne was approaching.
Not only did Jiang Pengji have to busy herself with government affairs, marking memorials from all over the country, and caring about the people's livelihood, but she also had to learn the etiquette on the day of ascending to the throne.
"I'm not the Emperor — who am I showing the etiquette to?"
As a teacher, Wei Ci gave Jiang Pengji special lessons in private. Seeing her like a dehydrated salted fish, he could not help but feel sorry for her, but he was helpless.
The only thing he could do was to look at his lord anxiously until her heart softened.
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
The older Wei Ci got, the better he was at making use of his advantages.
He knew that she could not harden her heart to him.
"I'm really scared of you. Kiss me, and I'll continue learning."
Wei Ci said, "Your Majesty should address yourself as' I '!"
Jiang Pengji said, "But you're my wife. You're unrestrained in front of my wife. So what if you address yourself as' I '?"
Besides, it was not like the Emperor could keep saying "I" all the time.
Wei Ci sighed, but he was also helpless.
The two young princes were always "lonely" all day long. On the contrary, his Majesty was not very interested in addressing himself as "I".
Jiang Pengji could not help but roll her eyes.
"Lian 'er learned bad things from Yan' er. She still calls herself" lonely "at such an old age. If she's lonely, then what am I?"
His parents were not dead, so what was "lonely" about "lonely"?
Wei Ci said, "But I want to hear Your Majesty address me as' I '."
Jiang Pengji was speechless.
She realized that Wei Ci not only had a fetish for role-playing, but he was also a little bit of a masochist. He would only feel comfortable when he was bullied and oppressed.
However, what could she do?
She had to spoil her own little princess.
"My greatest regret is that I can't give you a legitimate identity."
Jiang Pengji pretended to be serious as she held his hand. This was not only her regret, it was probably also Wei Ci's regret in his previous life.
However, Wei Ci said with relief, "It's the fortune of three lifetimes to watch the mountains and rivers together with Your Majesty. I have no regrets."
The identity that he was obsessed with in his previous life was worthless now. He had already seen through it.
As long as he could still stand by the person in front of him and accompany her through the seasons, it was the greatest happiness.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, on the day that Jiang Pengji ascended to the throne, the streaming room happened to have a new episode of "Dreaming of a Thousand Years".
[Congratulations to the audience 'Idle Fish Reader' for drawing the quota for the xxx episode of "Dreaming of a Thousand Years".]
When the new Emperor set off, he was in a trance. The scene suddenly changed from his home to a spacious outdoor space.
He did not notice that the bullet screen in the streaming room was exploding.
Toudu Feiqiu: "Oh my god!!!!"
Jinwang Raigan: "I'm so envious of the real-name system."
Before he could react, he heard the familiar chime music.
It was the chime music that he had recorded in the streaming room. It was said that the streamer would use it on the day of her ascension to the throne.
He felt that he did not have the chance to see it in person, but it would be great if he could listen to it.
In the end —
He stayed among the officials, his gaze following the figure in the red and black imperial robe as she moved slowly.
The weather was excellent that day. The sky was clear and the air was refreshing. There was a gentle breeze that filled the robe.
The 12 beads collided with each other as she walked, making crisp and melodious sounds.
The God Slaying Sword hung from her waist. She wore the 12 imperial robes and the 12 beads on her head. She walked up the stairs step by step.
The Emperor was in a trance, as if he was in a dream.
"I will watch you rule the world with my eyes while I am still alive."
From First Acquaintance to the present, this journey had finally come to a successful end.
When her figure was against the light, many people had tears in their eyes. They formally bowed to her for the first time.
"Long live the Emperor!"
Her voice resounded through the sky, as if it wanted to rush up to the clouds and leave an everlasting mark.
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