"In accordance with the will of the Heavens, the Emperor decrees: Today, Zhen's birthday has come to an end, the Dragon Emperor's Guest of Heaven, the son of the State Duke, Jing Xi (Wei Yi), a person of noble character, virtuous and filial piety, worthy of Zhen's respect, will be able to inherit the throne and succeed Zhen in ascending the throne.
This posthumous 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?
There must be a big mystery behind this.
Zhang Quan presented the edict to Wei Yi. "Royal Prince Shun, accept the edict."
Wei Yi didn't dare to accept it.
Zhang Quan said, "This is His Majesty's great favor. Royal Prince Shun, please accept it."
He was hesitant, and his heart was even more apprehensive.
But in the end, he still accepted the edict.
He kowtowed to express his gratitude. "Thank … Your Majesty."
He lowered his head to the ground, his forehead touching the cold ground. He didn't get up for a long time.
Perhaps only that bone-chilling cold could wake him up a little.
He knew that all of this … was real!
The next day, on top of the palace tower.
Jing Rong and Wei Yi stood there, looking down at the red walls and green tiles of the palace and the bustling capital. They were silent for a long time.
It wasn't until a white pigeon landed on the rampart that the silence was broken.
"Why?" Wei Yi finally asked.
Jing Rong's expression was calm. "If my heart isn't here, where is the world? If I inherit the world, it will die sooner or later. "
Hearing this, Wei Yi frowned slightly. He looked at everything that was about to belong to him and asked again, "Are you willing to give the world to me?"
"I'm not giving it to you. The world is supposed to be yours." Jing Rong emphasized.
Huh?
Wei Yi looked at him, wondering why. "I promised you that I would spare the Imperial Duke's life on Ji Mountain, but in the end, I killed him with my own hands. I feel guilty about it, but that's not why I chose you to succeed the throne. It's because an emperor needs to have a heart, a heart that loves his subjects and his people." Ji Rong said apologetically.
Based on this, no one can compare to you. "
"Do you really believe me?"
"If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't have done this."
Wei Yi was silent.
Jing Rong said, "Wei Yi, some things are destined to be yours. You should accept them."
"…"
He took a deep breath and looked down at the flourishing capital.
He struggled in his heart.
Finally —
"Alright, I'll accept this favor."
The gray pigeon on the city wall cooed a few times, then flapped its wings and flew away...
The twenty-first year of the Qizhen Emperor, dead!
In the third month of the same year, Wei Yi ascended the throne and changed his reign title to Cheng Xuan.
On the third day after Wei Yi's coronation, Mo Ruo and Tang Si prepared to leave the capital.
Yuhua Pavilion.
"Slow down, these things are very important." Tang Si instructed the children with her hands on her hips, looking quite like a lady boss.
The children worked hard without complaint.
Who asked his master's wife to be pregnant? He couldn't scold her, nor could he beat her!
Mo Ruo walked over and said gently, "You're pregnant now. Don't get angry so easily."
Tang Si nodded obediently, held his hand, and said, "I know."
"You know? Why did you sneak a drink if you knew? "
"When did I drink?"
"You're still quibbling. Last night, I found an empty bottle under the bed."
"I …"
"How many times have I told you? You can't drink while you're pregnant. The child will be stupid and become like you. What will you do then?"
…
The two of them bickered happily.
They happened to bump into Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu, who had come to see them off.
"You're about to be parents, why are you still bickering?" Jing Rong patted Mo Ruo's shoulder, "You're still the same as before. You don't know how to change. It's not like your wife will lose a piece of flesh."
"Aiyoyo, look at what you're saying. I'm not you who only cares about the beauty in my arms," Mo Ruo teased.
Ji Yunshu felt embarrassed.
Tang Si asked teasingly, "Oh right, you two … when are you getting married?"
This …
Jing Rong replied calmly, "That depends on when a certain someone is willing to marry me."
Ji Yunshu rolled her eyes at him.
Ji Yunshu laughed.
Then, Jing Rong pulled Mo Ruo to the side, saying, "There's news from Lingzhou. Jing Xian … died. He had just arrived at Lingzhou."
Ah!
Mo Ruo was shocked.
"He had been taking medicine for many years. His body collapsed and he didn't make it to Lingzhou."
Mo Ruo sighed, "Perhaps … it was a form of release." He felt bad and didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he changed the topic, "You're a carefree person, so you probably won't be staying in the capital for long. If you want to choose a good place, come to Houliao to find me."
"That day will come."
"Then I'll wait for you."
It was getting late, so Mo Ruo and Tang Si boarded the carriage. Although they were reluctant, they were determined to meet again.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu sent them out of the capital and went to a place.
It was a plum blossom forest.
Plum blossoms fluttered in the air against the white snow. As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be no end.
It was like being in a fairyland.
Flower petals fell on Ji Yunshu's head, adding a touch of beauty. A faint smile hung on her delicate face as she wandered through the plum blossom forest, like a vivid painting.
Jing Rong stared at her, lost in thought.
Ji Yunshu didn't mind his gaze. Instead, she was suspicious. Why didn't she know that there was such a good piece of land in the capital?
She asked, "When was there such a plum blossom forest in the capital?"
Jing Rong's gaze was gentle. "I planted it for you."
"For me?" She looked at the extremely handsome man in front of her with confusion.
"A year ago, when we entered the capital, I ordered people to plant this plum blossom forest. What you sow will reap what you sow, and the plum blossoms will bloom. I should have brought you here to see it."
Her heart trembled. She was very touched.
Her eyes slightly reddened in an instant.
The corner of Jing Rong's mouth curved into a smile. He reached out and pulled her to his chest.
She pursed her lips and raised her deep eyes to look at him. The man's gentle yet deep gaze made her whole body go limp. It was as if there was a soft ribbon wrapped around her chest, soothing all the uneasiness and nervousness in her heart.
"Yunshu, I've been waiting for this day. Finally, the day has come." He was incomparably happy.
She also sincerely said, "Till death do us part, till death do us part."
Their eyes met and intertwined for eternity.
Jing Rong hooked her slender chin and slightly lifted it. Then, he bent down and his thin lips fell on her crimson lips in an extremely gentle manner.
The surrounding plum blossoms fluttered down, accompanied by white snow, and scattered on their bodies.
Jing Rong, if this is a dream, I hope that I never wake up.
… …
The Imperial Palace.
Wei Yi, dressed in a dragon robe, stood in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden. The entire courtyard was filled with colorful flowers that bloomed beautifully in the winter. They were in full bloom, adding a bit of vitality to the cold Forbidden City.
He walked in front of a plum blossom and reached out to pluck one off.
The blossoms were very beautiful!
He also liked it very much.
But …
The plum blossom that had just been plucked off fell from his hand and gently fell to the ground.
A gust of wind blew and scattered a few petals.
He chuckled and pulled out the sword hanging on the waist of an imperial guard.
The guard immediately knelt on the ground.
The young eunuch was worried that the guard would hurt himself, so he hurried forward.
"Your Majesty, this sword is very sharp. Don't hurt yourself."
He didn't listen and held the sword tightly. The silver light was like a torch, reflecting a cold light that penetrated his eyes bit by bit.
His clean and clear eyes gradually darkened.
He held the sword in his hand and fiercely stabbed the ground.
It was very strong.
The tip of the sword entered the soil and stuck straight into the ground.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
